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Details | Free verse | |

Tissue Box

like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come here
dozens came with casseroles
a few with flowers, wads of tissues
tender words of helpless mutterings
many acts of generous offerings

don't get me wrong, I watched the suffering
expressed in words or acts of kindness
I watched it all, and felt the love
did not dismiss the warm compassion
returned it all, with pure compliance
a thankful heart, a swollen throat

I hugged these strangers at the door
to comfort them, who shed their tears
upon my shoulder, offered them
a place to share their sympathies
a place to spend their mercy, pure

                but, this was my child who suffered loss
                impossible........I can't express it

protected from the very start, by
loving hands, her dad's and mine, 
we watched her grow, and let her go
she grew from the vine ....into a rose
but life composed a tragedy with goals
beyond our reach...beyond our wildest dreams
and left her with a loss beyond control

like visitors from outer space we watch
as others come, and others go
they blow into their tissue wads
and empty the boxes one by one
and cry with us,  and then they all go home

do we cry........?  Oh no, not yet...
instead we smile a grateful smile
and thank them kindly for the while
and for the ways they share their love
but we can't cry into our own clenched wad
of tissue from the tissue box
she needs us to be strong, somehow
and so that is the way it is, we vow...to hold back all the tears for now


                for, this was my child who suffered loss
                impossible........I can't express it
      __________________________________________





4/12/13


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


Details | Ode | |

Mother's Bookmark's

My thoughts they roil like waters dark 
in the abyss of blackest night, 
with memories of mother’s bookmark,
of Longfellow read by lamp light.
She called, in the room around me,
the patter of other small feet.
Her gentle voice fetched angels	.
Oh, the rhymes, they astounded me 
like lullabies soft and so sweet.
All fearsome shadows, she’d dispel.

Maxine, my queen, read Tennyson
and the Charge of the Light Brigade.
A little girl dreamt of caissons
roll, and thunderous cannonade.
To be so brave, the small child mused,
mother her precious, heroine;
what would it take to stand so strong	
without father, and not confused.
What words could be the linchpin
to right mother’s tell-tale wrong.

Such sad inspiration, mother,
oh, how I wronged you by being born,
though I loved you above all others.
Some thoughts of you make me forlorn.
Bring back the tales of mother goose,
three small kittens and their mittens.
Return the vision of your smile
the happiness your warmth induced,
let your spirit comfort, lighten
night, if only for a little while.





Details | Quatrain | |

The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



Details | I do not know? | |

Questions for Dad

How do you do it...
   arrested again.
Paroled for awhile
   then back to the pen.
We know you don't mean it.
   We know that you care.
But when will you show it?
   When and where?
As much as we love you
   our hate runs that strong.
Why can't you stay with us?
   What are we doing wrong?
Are your friends to blame?
   Did they help cause this bust?
What should we feel?
   Who do we trust?
Who do we love?
    Who should we hate?
Why do you burden us
    with all your stuff
       on our plate?
It's too much to handle,
     we're too young to deal.
With the heartache we have,
     with the pain that we feel.

Your our Daddy, our idol,
     our mentor for sure.
Our anger, our hope,
     we need you here more.
Your smile, our tears
     your our happiness found.
Our twinkle, our fears,
     the reason we frown.
You want us to love you
     you want us to care
But Daddy, how can we...
     when your never there!


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 | 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 | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Narrative | |

Eat Pray Love

On the edge 
of the evacuation zone
Miyuki holds her daughter 
tip-toeing in pink sneakers 
her small hands fragile 
blossoms opening
to the man with the beeping wand 

They were outside in the karesansui 
washing and raking 
rocks, when the school 
heaved, convulsed 
then pressed into silence
one-hundred-and-seven 
voices rising inside

So now they wait with strangers
in ordered lines of sorrow 
for bread and drinking water 
as an adolescent, eyes downcast
sees the small pink laces and
offers up his only ration 
of precious onigiri

Hooded and white masked they walk 
three days and bed-less nights toward 
Ishinomaki by the ocean
to family, friends, and home forever 
transformed 

The landscape jumbles unfamiliar
with plastic wreckage 
and automobiles 
detritus flooded in a field
where Japonica once grew
while moon-suited men 
and women gather
albums for the living

And after sunset Miyuki moves 
her little girl away 
from a white-taped blue-bagged 
lifeless form 
toward the humming black-robed Monk, his
prayers for light 
and workers burned
exposed to radiation ten 
thousand times too high 

And in the shadows one old man kneels
beside a fetid pool and scoops  
rice to carry back to neighbours 
moved to higher ground, un-opens 
one last bottled spirit
bows his head and offers
Miyuki and her first and only 
everything  he has 

At last they reach the shelter’s glow
beneath the starless robe of night 
not used to wearing 
shoes indoors
Miyuki helps her daughter fold
sheets of painful news into
an origami box to hold
her last and only pair

And in the morning as they face
the stretch of road for home 
to unknown love and losses there 
they turn and gaze toward the east 
awaiting still 
spring’s warming breeze 
to rise with brilliant red once more
new light of wondrous dawn 


      ~~~~~~~~~

'karesansui' is a Japanese rock garden or 'dry landscape'.  Rocks are often washed.
'onigiri' is the emergency rice being distributed to survivors in Japan.
'Japonica' is a type of (short-grained) Japanese rice.



for Debbie Guzzie's contest, 'Tribute to Japan'

by ~Soulfire~ 

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Missing Mom

Please please PLEASE
Say you recognize ME - 
My face, my name;
Please say you know me today.
Say you know me, so we can converse,
A normal chat, words unrehearsed.
No more who are you’s, or who am I’s,
No more confusion when I stop by
I miss you mom and you’d miss me too,
If just once, you only knew…



Details | Free verse | |

In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.


Details | Rhyme | |

Only God Can Answer

When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When we first turned sixteen, 
my best friend got a brand new car.
We had plans for Friday night, 
but Wednesday, she didn't get far.
I cried when I hung up the phone, 
"Daddy! Why my best friend?"
He came and sat down on my bed, 
as we talked about the end. 
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then I laid and cried a while.
Further down the road, 
I stood dressed up in white.
The night that I'd been waiting for, 
I'd found my Mr. Right!
I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed?
I seem to have it all!
When some just have no luck, 
they don't have much at all."
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then he walked me down the aisle.
Then thirty years flew by.
Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby.
and Daddy's time grew shorter, 
and every day became a maybe. 
Then sadly the Dr. said "its time to say goodbye "
and by his bed I stood.
I just couldn't believe it, 
that he'd be gone for good.
"Daddy why do you have to go?"
I asked him as I sobbed.
I knew it was his time, 
but still, my heart felt robbed. 
"I'll ask him when I get there..."
he told me with a smile.
"If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while!
I know you think that this will hurt you, 
but these days are grains of sand, 
and heaven is the Ocean!
We'll be together once again."


Details | Narrative | |

The Bottomless Pit

From the bottom of an abandoned gravel pit
behind my childhood home, seated, 
leaning against its hardpacked sandy side,
he watched the July sun set,
the empty prescription bottle at his side.

Did he walk that day to his unnatural fate
slowly, shoulders rolling like a big cat,
alternating first one, then the other, 
forward, head bent, one black errant
curl tumbling across his troubled forehead.

Did he hesitate or did he hurry
and did he think of me, just 12,
soon to be fatherless, before he
began his two weeks of decomposing
in the hot Texas sun until
the man on horseback found him
while looking for a lost calf. 

I couldn't blame my mother 
for the divorce she filed.
I had wanted him to leave, too,
and hadn't I prayed he would die
when he dragged her over the yard,
by a handful of her hair clasped
tightly in his fist,
because she had cut it without his permission.
		
Especially the next day when I found
the clump of auburn hair caught in the lush 
purple blooms of the wisteria bush,
I wanted him to die.

He played his harmonica for me,
and I sang, "Daddy's Little Darling, 
Don't you think I'm sweet?"
But I prayed my dad would die,
and though I asked God to ignore those
prayers of terror, I will never be able to
love enough wayward men to save my dad.



Details | Couplet | |

Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


Details | Tanka | |

Where now a Butterfly Sits

In innocent lie
Amidst the lightening dew
Poppies in mourning
She unknown, taken at will
Where now a butterfly sits










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


Details | Free verse | |

Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wish I Was Your Addiction

Wish I was your addiction,
Upon a star non fiction,
never ending hole so deep,
Life would seem more complete

If you'd wake up, 
crack open my bedroom door,
To think you'd been dreaming about me,
God gave you everything you need and more,
What Id give to feel those arms hug me,
genuinely, honestly, no love withholding

If I was your vice,
I would be the answer to your stress,
Of all else you try,
I'd always bring out the best,
You'd spend time with me ,
defend me to the end,
You'd be incredibly loyal,
I'd consider you my best friend

No recovery program could treat,
the connection we'd share no one could defeat,
You'd need to see my all the time,
reminders of me everywhere, your life would be a shrine,

Wish I was your addiction,
Upon a star non fiction
never ending hole so deep,
Life would seem more complete


Details | Free verse | |

Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


Details | I do not know? | |

Did I Remember To Tell You Daddy

Almost three years now Daddy
since you were taken away
I thank God you no longer suffer
but I had so much more to say

But you and I were always very close
and I know that we still are
So be free to enjoy family and friends
I know you'll never be far

Oh but  Daddy
Did I remember to thank you 
for coming to stay with the kids and I 
At times you thought you were a burden
but if anyone was it was I

And I want to tell you too Daddy
that you would be so proud of them all
Brandon's now a sergeant with a son on the way
Cam Jeremy is due early fall

And your little Sarah Daddy
you would be so very proud
She's a tiny little thing, still a great mom
and has the best boys in any crowd

And I'm sure you've been watching Curtis
So you know he's just like you
And he is living up to the promise he made
Yes Daddy I'm very proud too

Oh and one more thing 
before I lay down to rest
Did I remember to tell you and the world
that
 My Daddy's the best

Loving you and missing you always
Your baby girl


Details | Rhyme | |

holokauston Page 1 of 2

Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Quatrain | |

The Mirrors Spoke

The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide

This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place

In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed

In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists

Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark.php






Details | I do not know? | |

Can You See Me?

Mommy can you see me?
I can bounce really high!
Maybe with some bouncy shoes
I can visit you in the sky!
I'm seven years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about a year.
I can't wait to see you Mommy, 
and your memories are near.

Mommy can you see me?
Oops- I failed another test.
But I remembered what you told me
and I tried my very best.
I'm ten years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about four years.
I really miss you Mommy,
and I wish you were here.

Mommy can you see me?
Dad went off on me again.
I slit my wrists to ease the pain, 
I have scars all over my skin. 
I'm fourteen years old now Mommy, 
you've been gone about eight years. 
Who are you anyways Mommy?
Thanks a lot for leaving me in tears...

Mommy can you see me?
I'm so glad I finally changed!
In accepted Jesus like you once did
so my life could be rearranged.
I'm sixteen years old now Mommy, 
you've missed the past ten years.
But I'll see you in heaven Mommy, 
and that helps me fight my fears. 


Details | Free verse | |

My daughter, my Queen

My daughter, my Queen
as Solomon said, you are above
the crown on my head
from rubble and stone
gates for a throne
Queen, daughter, Queen
mysterious home 
of pride and lust
forgive me intrust
not what man will give
but take what you must
Power you wield
no doubt in my vein
the blood that is cold 
in warmth you will claim
what is your position
with faith as a seed
man whose fruition
is boasting to bleed
my Queen my throne
thorn in my head
blessed of water
ancient we shed
blackened cough
scares in the skin
Queen have you paid 
too much for a sin
remember the garden
fruit of the sun
you offered me there
a kingdom undone
naked your breast
no temple of shame
I took of your fruit
gave you my name
Queen prophetic
knowing us so
Why you embrace
our invisible soul
sure, God willed
or something the same
man of the dust
woman the rain
Queen of a temple
so Godless, until 
Queen, oh my daughter
your blossom would heal


Details | I do not know? | |

God's Plan

All I can do is wonder. 
I'll never really know. 
OI'll never get to hug her, 
and she'll never see me grow.
When I wake up tommorrow, 
this nightmare won't be gone.
I'll never have what I took for granted, 
a chance to know my Mom. 

I know I shouldn't cry, 
because that won't bring her back.
It doesn't make up for the emptiness
or the love that I lack.
I'm almost grown up now.
I did it all by myself.
But I can't help but wish
I could be like everyone else.

I'm excluded from some "special bond"
and memories to be shared.
When all I ever asked for
was to have someone who cared.
The tearstains on my pillow
outnumber memories.
The only way I know her
is to see her in my dreams.

Daddy said she loved me,
but God called her home.
I don't know why he took her, 
the only Mom I'd ever known.
I guess he has a hidden plan, 
a reason I can't see.
I'm waiting for it to come together
and work out okay for me. 

I hope I'll understand some day
just what God has in mind. 
So no matter how much I miss my mother
I'll follow God's plan and be alright.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Through the Eyes of a Maniac

Her world is black. Dark,dismal,depressed.
She sees through the eyes of a maniac. Not a killer,but a twisted mess.
She is damaged. Torn apart at the very core of her soul. She is me, and I am her.

She desperately wants to end this charade. This bleak excuse for a life. That light at the end 
of the tunnel seems to beckon her to come. But there is one single thing that keeps her 
clinging to this existence. That keeps her from becoming a part of that light.

Her name is Avaya. An angelic little girl with hair like fire,eyes of the deepest blue skies ,and 
a laugh that lights up the deepest,darkest places in her mind. She seems to be the very 
breathe of life, the only life jacket in a sea of a hundred thousand miles. 

The little girl is there with her once again and she is plunged into a different world. A world of 
incredible beauty. Here she feels loved. Accepted! This is where she belongs. The little girl 
will forever have her heart. Forever be her heart. "Mommy loves you baby! Please stay here 
with me!"

But in an instant everything begins to fade. She can feel the little girl being ripped from her 
arms. She desperately clings to her heart, but it is torn away from her, along with all the 
great feelings that she thought would last forever.

Back in this maniacs mind, she sees the light. She must fight to keep herself from it. From 
becoming one with the end of her existence. For she knows that her little angel will once 
more come and save her from this life, if only for a second. So she shrinks into the darkness 
and stares through the eyes of a maniac, waiting for her heart to return.


Details | Quatrain | |

I love you mama

Many reasons
Have led me to this
To leave this world
Of negative bliss

Boyfriends, who wants them
Parents who fight
To be in my shoes
I will no longer tonight

My diary is written
As to why I must leave
I have felt this for years
As I internally grieve

My i-pod is charged
As I take my last walk
Goodbye grey clouds
I'll miss your thunder talk

I touch the walls
Of buildings I've been in
Leaving my trace
As I graze my skin

Through the park
Where my innocence was taken
By my boyfriend I thought
Left me distraught, forsaken

I reach my last door
Its just a gap in the fence
As I see where I'll lie
My desires immense

On the sleeper I sit
As I await my fate
Say hello to tomorrow
I'm sorry I can't wait

The light gets brighter
As it nears my life's drama
Tears stream from my eyes
I love you mama


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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A Childs Prayer - God We Need To Talk

Tonight as my baby girl started to pray
She said God it's 8 O'Clock, 
And God We need to talk.
She said daddy help me pray, 
And daddy bow your head,
As we knelt beside her bed. 
she said God can you hear me?
Mommy always said you'd hear me,
If I would learn to pray, 
And that you would show me the way.

Well God I don't understand. 
Why you took my mommy away.
Daddy always says i'll understand, 
When I grow up some day.
She said God, you need your son. 
Well I need my mommy to,
And I know that my daddy, 
Would be happier with mommy. 
Cause daddy talks to her, 
And mommy's not even there.

God can you please,
Give my mommy wings, 
So she can come to see us.
She always kept our house clean, 
And God I know, 
She keeps your house clean to.
And God I miss mommy's big hugs, 
Daddy says your son gives hugs to.
So I know if my mommy had wings, 
She could hug me and daddy.

Well God I want to thank you,
For being there to listen, 
And God think about what I said.
And tell mommy that I love her, 
And God I love you to.
Oh just one more thing God, 
Help my daddy stop crying.
Thank you God, Amen, 
Then she turned to me and said,
Goodnight daddy, I love you.

I was still on my knees, 
Beside my little girls bed, 
With tears running from my eyes.
I gave my baby a goodnight kiss, 
And said sweet dreams baby girl.
Then I went to my room, 
And kissed my wife's picture, 
And with tears in my eyes,
I knelt down to pray, 
I said God, We need to talk.


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Gone

As the tears fall down from my face,
I think about that magical place.
You took me there when I was young,
but that was before the pain begun.
You walked me down the road of life,
preparing me to be a mother and a wife.
You would hold my hand and say have no fear,
mommy's not going anywhere, I'll always be here.
But that was wrong and so were you,
you left me mom, what am I to do?
I've been told life goes on,
but it can't be, because you're still gone.
I pray at night to see you in my dreams,
but you're never there, just terror and screams.
How could this happen, how could this be?
The woman I love so dearly up and left me.
I go to the grave every afternoon,
I sang our favorite song, it was a nice little tune.
But since your gone I've changed some things,
about marriage and babies and diamond rings.
Those things are not important to me now,
I ask myself, how did this happen, when and how?
You let yourself go to that place in the sky,
but it happened so sudden mom, please tell me why?
You left me a note by your bed,
you wrote moments before you ended up dead.
Please tell me why you took your own life,
you were a such loving mother and a dear wife.
You didn't write much, just a few lines,
to tell me you love me, and it would be better in time.
But now that your gone, it's not better at all,
I just lay in my bed, I scream and I bawl.
To know what you done, it's too hard to bare,
I stand at your grave with a cold desperate stare.
You were a daughter, a loving mother, and a dear wife,
Why did you do it mom, why did you use that knife?
I wonder everyday, it's all I think about,
There's only one thing it could be, without a doubt.
You went to a dark place, filled with murder and thugs,
I know why I lost you mom, you could no longer fight the drugs.
You could have reached out and told someone before,
now it's too late, death has already knocked and opened your door. 
I'm sorry, so sorry, I could not see,
the reason you are dead is because of me.
I wasn't there to help when you needed me most,
Now I can't see you, not an image or a ghost.
I've answered my question, I just waited too long,
I know my mistake now, but it's too late, your gone.


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Broken Tree (2005)

A dysfunctional child lies in a heap of mud
If a parent couldn’t help do you think a stranger would?
Holes in her heart 
A family that torn apart
Not a bad girl just a poor outcome
Just bad labels like 'stupid' and 'dumb'
In this tree lies a damaged root
That’s why we see no flowers or fruit
Broken trees can’t grow wings
So this little girl resorted to other things


a true story about a girl and her family


Details | Elegy | |

Carolynn

Once again he climbs the hills above the salty bay
and walks along the path through fields where she used to play.
His silver hair and tattered clothes blowing in the wind,
that whispers the name of his sweet darling Carolynn.

He sits upon a rock and looks out to the water,
and once again she comes to him, his precious daughter;
through the ghostly floating mist, he sees her smiling eyes,
those eyes where forever more, his heart and soul reside.

She takes his hand and leads him to the fields of clover;
to that place on the cliff that the old tree grows over;
and he sees the rope tied 'round the bough of that old tree,
and feels the sunshine on his face, hears the humming bees.

His heart begins to pound, like a hammer in his chest,
as she runs with glee towards the overhanging crest;
he tries to stop her, but his feet stay froze to the ground;
he screams to no avail, being deaf she hears no sound.

She laughs and waves goodbye as she grabs the braided rope
and runs with all her might and swings out above the slope
and in that moment, he hears the snapping of the bough,
and he sees her dangling there, high above the brow.

He sees her startled eyes and he hears her helpless cries,
just before she falls on to the rocks below and dies.
He falls to his knees screaming and crawls out to the edge,
and when he looks below, he knows that he too is dead.

And they find him forty years from that fateful day,
Hanging from the old oak tree, where she used to play.


Details | I do not know? | |

Jarred

You met a girl, but made her a mother.
You have problems of your own how can you take care of another.
So your thoughts are racing, your feet are pacing.
It turns out you made a little girl
You could have had someone to make your world
But one night you took your own life.
That was two years ago and something still isn't right.
And every night I think what would life be like.


Details | Free verse | |

Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


Details | Quatrain | |

Dad

I'm sure you think I'm crying.
You think it hurts so bad.
The only thing that truly hurt,
was when I lost my dad.

He really wanted me to know
the way life was meant to be.
He always tried to help me out.
He truly cared for me.

I pray one day I'll see him
laughing once again.
He was so much more than people knew.
He was part of a bigger plan.

Now he's gone to heaven
and I hope he's looking down.
I need him still to guide me
when I laugh and when I frown.


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She Died Right There Before Me

To me, she could've said anything
I wanted so badly to hear her say,
"I love you and I'm gonna try."
But all she said is "I just can't stay."
She looked away, I stared her down.
I needed to see her eyes.
She looked at me and that's when I knew...
THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.
She died right there before me.
I watched her fade away.
Her eyes were glossing over
as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!"
She said goodbye and drove away.
I've learned to deal with loss.
But, now she says "I'm coming back!"
She doesn't know the cost.
To me she's dead, she can't come back.
She'll have to remember the day
that she died right there before me
when she said she couldn't stay.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Reasons For Life

I loved once
I had children 
But they were taken from me
They were mine
I loved them and they loved me
I lived for them and they lived through me
They were my light 
Now they're gone.......
Taken from me as if i did anything wrong!
I am a waitress
They said i was too poor to raise children
But i survived
We never had the extras but we had what we needed
There were no name brands but they had clothes
There were no sweets but it rotted your teeth anyway
It was not a palace but we had a home
What we lacked in material we made up for in love
They loved me
And I love them
All we had was each other
But they were taken from me
They are gone
I am alone


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your lies, my truth.

you tell me i am precious to you.
i am not your currency.
you tell me the circumstances are beyond our control.
but i control everything,
every breath,
every word that leaks from my mouth.
you made me this way,
shaped me from wax,
using knives and tears to make scars in my form.
you tell me you have loved me,
forever,
and until your dying day.
these words slither from your tongue.
you could never have loved me,
its not something thats easy to do.
you dont care what path my life takes,
you dont know what i have been forced into.
you dont want love,
you want control.
you don't want a daughter,
you want a follower.
i have accepted that i have no mother,
that i was created by life's sick fantasy.
i wanted to love you,
when there was still a chance.
so don't lie to me anymore,
don't tell me that it doesnt have to be this way.
it does.
dont thank god for me.
there is no god.
and i am just a curse,
because i hurt you.
you preach that you have room for me in your heart, that you think of me everyday.
and i think of you,
in the morning when i wake,
and in the night when i rest my head.
nothing can ever be easy,
or understandable.
in my heart, there are only cracks
and cobwebs where you might have been before.
it throbs and convulses, refusing love.
i couldnt love anyone,
not if i tried.
not if i wanted.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Father in Heaven

As I set on the porch
Looking at the clear blue sky
With the clouds rolling in
I can see you on one of those clouds
With a harp in your hands
Playing soft beautiful music
That's only played in Heaven.

I can imagine the beautiful smile on your face
Looking down on me
Letting me know that you are free
Like a flying white dove
I can picture you standing at the pearly gates
And walking the streets of Gold
With your beautiful wings
You will never carry a heavy load
For, you are free as a bird.


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


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I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

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ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Details | Sonnet | |

A BLESSED CHILD

When you miss a child,
Of your very own,
That is your flesh and blood,
You begin to wonder,
Where did you go wrong,
In your own life,
Instead of looking,
At the beautiful life,
You created,
This you must remember,
So many of the difficult times,
Cause of the times you did share together,
For your children will remember more,
Than you really want to give them credit for,
And they will always remember you,
As their loving parent,
For loving them so much,
More than you will ever know,
And you will never forget them,
Just as you hope,
You will never be forgotten,
From their lives,
Forever more,
As well.


Details | Elegy | |

Raindrops and Teardrops


Details | Elegy | |

A TEAR FOR DADDY

written 22nd Oct 2013



Even after sixteen years
 still I cry your daughters tears
Every year on this day, will always be sad
 known only as the date, God took my dad

    1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997
    
         Allan Thomas Holmes


Details | Ballad | |

The Angel We Gave To You

The Angel We Gave To You...

He could have taken anyone
But no one really knew 
Of all the people in this world
God had chosen you

Your little face so beautiful
We loved you from the start
Every tiny part of you
Engraved upon our hearts

Every precious moment 
Every hour that you gave
Every time we held you
Was a precious memory made

We’ll never see you smile
We will never watch you grow
Which makes the time we had with you
More precious that you know

Everyday we'll send you
Love and kisses up above
For nothing’s greater in this world
Than mummy and daddy’s love 

In times of pain and sadness 
When we feel all hope is gone
We’ll know that in your sister, and our hearts
You will live on

And when we go to bed each night 
We’ll close our eyes and pray
We’ll put our hands together  
And this to God we’ll say

“You’ve taken someone special
Who we love more than you know
So brave, but very fragile
So with you she had to go

Please wrap her in your tender arms 
And love her like we do
And cherish every moment
The Angel…we gave to you”

For Ruby  xxXxx


Details | Elegy | |

a romantic legend

The Romantic Legend  

The lord of the manor near the coast of Algarve,
Behind the manor a forested valley where 
Packs of frightful wolves roamed. 

A day when his youngest daughter who was a bit
Odd-as she took no interest in suitors- went to 
The glade to pick flowers, she met a he wolf.

Not afraid she petted the good animal and his
Eyes she discovered love that asked for nothing 
And had nothing to give but love itself.

The daughter when doing needle work had stung
Herself and there was a drop of blood on her 
Index finger, which the wolf lovingly licked away.  

A miracle happen the girl turned into a sleek,
Wonderful she wolf with silky black and tan fur.
Their union was complete and love rewarded.



The pair found a cave in the deepest forest 
Where they lived happily for many years until
The he wolf was killed by a bigger animal. 


The spell was broken and she was now an old 
woman, alone and scared, where love´s light 
had shone there was fearful darkness.

There was a knock on the manor´s oak door,
An elderly woman claimed she was the daughter
Of the house but, she was not believed.

It was a rainy night and when the door opened
Next morning the servants found a young girl 
With glade flowers in her folded dead hands.

What sorrow, what grief, but she wore a smile
“Vale de lobo” the forest doesn´t exist anymore
 And a paradise of love is lost to a legend.      
 
PS “Lobo” wolf. 


Details | Free verse | |

MY FATHERS HANDS

MY FATHERS HANDS

He the man known as father, worked a common man's labor,
Never did this soul complain, even as his last breath inhaled,
On earth.
Daddy's little girl was I, the apple of eye, one might say,
The sparkles pride that lit up his spirit and made the pain
Of hardship melt away.
Calloused, and blistered, he earned every marks blemish,
Strength's scares were worn in my fathers hands. 
Deeply engraved within the living embodiment, 
Of truth and honor's pride, I'll carry him within me
For the rest of my life.
This mountain of a man I called dad, placed these
Tiny feet upon the right path, and even when I did
Stray he stepped in and led this wayward women
Back.
In heaven's grace he'll be watching over me,
Always and someday no doubt, we embrace once
More, and those loving hands will lovely hold this
Child now grow, and I'll know again his eternal warmth.
In blessing's grace, may the angels watch over thee,
Until we meet again, on the distant shores of Nirvana.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
CONTEST WITH THESE HANDS
12-20-2013
VISUAL #5


Details | Elegy | |

Hold Me For A Moment

You held me for a moment
For just a moment it would seem
It seems like forever ago
Although I could never remember
Remember those warm-filled months
Between March and November
November was the end
The end and a new beginning
Beginning of a new season
A season such as Spring
As Spring would bring new life into the world
A world with unreasonable sin
A sin as lifeless as Autumn
(Autumn to some called Fall)
Fall, when he would fall
A fallen angel,
An angel gained
Or gaining a loss?
The loss of a day,
The loss of a life
A life that would end as the day turns to night
The night always dark
The dark calls for closed eyes
Eyes that await the promise of a sunrise
And so the sun would rise
But some still remain asleep
A deep sleep they will not wake
Wake me up from this dream
Dreams of an untold story
A story was cut short
Shortness of a heartbeat
A heart with no beat
Better count your blessings
Blessed life-long lessons
Not to lessen the longing
But I still belong to him
He smiles upon me all day all night
The night, I am used to days without light
A light grip, a solid hold
Hold me so that I don't fear no end
End this yearning, hold me for a moment again


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Amber Nichole

I was the captain of the Amber Nichole
No prouder captain was there than me
She was the very essence of my soul
A finer ship never sailed any sea.

We braved the seas from shore to shore
In search of treasure and adventure
The world was our playground to explore
And no place was too far to venture.

Then came that terrible night at sea
With raging thunder that shook my soul
The storm of storms that ripped me
From the deck of the Amber Nichole!

I watched my proud ship from the swells
Through the storm go down by the keel
And I knew that I would never set sail
On her again, nor stand behind her wheel.

I've been stranded here ten years
In this desert so far from sea
Cast away, with only my tears
And my precious memories.

But I'm crying an ocean of tears
So I can set sail again one day
On a raft, I've built out of prayers
I'm just a few million tears away.

And when I find where she lies
Where she sank to Davey's Deep
Then there I'll lay me down to die
And pray the Lord my soul to keep...

On the deck of the Amber Nichole!
In the arms of my little girl
In the bosom of my soul
And, the center of my world.

Hush little darling don't you cry
Your daddy's gonna love ya child
Until the end of time....




                            Timothy I. Brumley
                   (To my daughter Amber.....I miss you.)


Details | Free verse | |

Now Finished Poem

Wondering if it’s an omen, finding the box in the attic today?
A treasure trove of memories into our lives
This piece of paper upon which I started to write a poem
I remember at the time I could write no more as I grieved

Missing you as each day goes by and wishing you were here
I know you are in the ever loving arms of our Lord
The Lord sent you down as an angel on loan to us
You were called home dear and we were not ready

I know we will one day be together again
Waiting for the day we will be called home also
Now the poem I started to write to you is finished
Our time together will come again my daughter and 
never end

Written by: Carol Brown
 For The "Treasure Trove" contest of Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner


Details | Elegy | |

IN MEMORY TO MY FATHER

written 23rd Oct 1997

So long I needed to visit
 but my heart didn't listen
Letting you know how much "I love you so"
 is now something, you will never ever know

Now that you are gone
 I know I waited to long
If I could just have that one more chance
 I would never treat it as just another glance

Now, you have become my biggest memory
 for you have gone, to a place I can not see
Knowing that we will never again touch
 makes me miss you, so very much

My children are still to young
 to wonder why pop hasn't rung
My heart is now empty
 for you, it always had plenty

I really do need to have you back
 you were the "only one, who saw me back
I know deep down inside
 you love me, more than words could describe

For it is only now, that I realise why you didn't want me around
 you knew how "painful it would have been, to watch you drown
But, as long as I am still alive
 you too, will continue to survive

For I will always be your darling little Denise
 who hopes, you forever rest in peace

                    ALLAN THOMAS HOLMES
                1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997


Details | Rhyme | |

If I Had One Wish

So many thoughts come to mind If only I could really go back in time Change or undo my life’s violent and sexual crimes Tell those around me to open their eyes Pay Attention to the signs If only one wish could really rewind Those pedophilic hands of my life-time… Then I stopped and started to think Who would I be if this didn’t happen to me? What of the woman I’d come to be The wisdom I’d come to see And my children who’s lives are abuse free As a result of my past… my history… Now, with eyes wide and mind free Heart pounding, air, LOVE and life in me Blessed with children to change my legacy, Equipped with words and strength to share my story… my poetry I’d wish only to open the eyes of the blind The mouths of the abused and the hearts of our society… I’d make them see… I’d make them see So no other child has to end up like me… Lay
** For the "If I Had One Wish Contest"


Details | Lyric | |

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where over halfway home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters climbed in his bed 
We laid down beside him 
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed 
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


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Raven's End

I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

My tortured soul robs me of breath,
All I seek is the release of death;
Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

I’m considering briefly the life I must end,
Nothing is left but the chance to transcend;
And this decaying body that I pass through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

Raven they named me, but now they are gone,
I’m all alone since they both passed on;
Soon I will see them, it’s long overdue,
God grant me mercy for what I must do;

I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go,
Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow;
Hopefully now I’ll get to see you,
So God grant me mercy for what I must do.


Tirzah Conway
~For the contest "Among the Dead"~


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Couplet | |

The Gift

THE GIFT

My arms are empty my heart in such pain
For I know that I may never ever see you again
That mother’s love so strong, gentle and true 
Has to be put aside, forgotten in favour of you

Who knows how long this sadness will last?
Will I ever recover and get over the past?
My prayer is fervent and is always the same
That you be cherished protected this is my aim 

It was different up to the very day you were born
I had made up my mind and had always sworn
We would stay close together whatever the cost
But I looked into your face and was immediately lost

You deserved better than me and my rebellious boy
We prepared for you as if you were a living small toy
Reality changed the moment I held you so close
I knew then and there that I did not have a choice

And so we said our goodbyes that cold winter day
I cried so many tears that I struggled to find my way
Out of the refuge into the wide world once more
Your loss to remain with me an open weeping sore

But my awful sadness became someone else’s true gain                
My sacrifice made sure two strangers would forever remain
In my debt grateful to me for the selfless gift I had made
This knowledge alone helped make my deep sorrow fade

What of the future who knows what life may bring?
Perhaps a connection that will make my heart sing
For whatever the heartache, the trauma and pain
It is as mother and daughter we will forever remain



©Copyright Dilys Brown 3rd September 2013


Details | Pantoum | |

In Her Teen

We know her future could be bright
If not for death that snatched her dream
She was the queen among her mates
The few she left here said it all

If not for death that snatched her dream
While on earth she nurtured the best
The few she left here said it all
A jewel worth many to pens

While on earth she nurtured the best
She was the queen of her mates
The few she left here said it all
We know her future could be bright


Details | Free verse | |

To my daughters

To my girls
I want you to know
That I see you
As equals on every level
Not just my daughters
My little pink princesses
I see you as young women
Powers within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn.

Live your lives
As though I was still with you
Be free and fearless
For you can see
Life is so short
Take all opportunities
And shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
And I will be watching over you
Be good to one another
There are only two of you
The strength between sisters
Is a bond for life.

Your analytic minds
Will help you make good decisions
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating hearts
Will gift you many friendships
Maybe special love
All in good time.

You will never be alone
For you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With my passing
Your feet firmly planted
Will serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs
because that's how life is.
Always be true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
Do not mourn my death
I am not going far away.

My illness has progressed
My time is nigh
There is a greater plan
One we cannot see
But we have had a great life
As mother and daughters
Our journeys together
live on in our memories.

My loves
I will hold you safe
In my heart
Now and forever
I will always be with you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Elegy | |

Rythm of a prayer

Let me sing this song
Dozens words in my yearning rhythm
Delivered within the wind of autumn
A single pray, only for you

In this moment of silence
Bearing clearly in my mind
The love we have given one another
In our years of sharing

You embraced me with endless love
A love that cannot be compared
And it lights my sky forever
Made me a woman I am

We are destined to have each other
Since my first breath, until your last
So I sing this song for you,
Mother.


Details | Verse | |

His Sapling Lemon Tree

Nothing unusual blossomed this spring, yet, I marvel at the growth of her resilience ~ In morning's half-light I watch her fondle branches, then, smile, reassured.... It makes my eyes sting...as if burned by the fruit's tangy juice ~ He would have been pleased to know three lovely lemons survived winter's frost
__________________________________________ KIMO-TANKA-SENRYU For Constance's Contest: Three Verses


Details | Free verse | |

The Silent Chorus of Asia's Missing Daughters

The mourning sun struggled to shine
over the good earth
longing for uprooted seeds,
O-Lan’s second bamboo shoot
harvested far too soon.
The eighth page of 
my American newspaper
casually mentions
Sixty Million
Missing,
as is our rage.
Silent choruses
of Asia's daughters 
during this thirty-year long
monsoon of tears
cry out in unison:
Was gender our only crime, 
or was it the cruelty of order?
(to form an even 
more perfect union,
one child-no second chance,
second child-no first chance.)
Inhuman actuaries 
compute the 
fair market value of
rare Punjabi jewels as
the opportunity cost 
of their ultimate dowries,
while surplus men pine.
O blind new world
proud of its 
amniotic intelligence,
so unaware of the 
consequences of
unnatural selection,
last night I dreamt
Heaven’s narrow gates
welcoming millions 
scarcely born,
its vast expanse 
unable to contain 
our aggregate guilt, 
the billions of us who 
remain.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Father's Heart

Hearing your heartbeat my ear on your chest 
moments like that I loved best
For every heartbeat was special to me
'cause it meant my dad I still get to see

Then I went to bed that night
peacefully next door you were sleeping tight
I never feared lying in that dark room
knowing it will take only one shout and you'll be there soon

Waking up the next day, getting out of bed
I got done for work and that morning not much were said

I remember your words the previous night
"Leave her just now she'll be alright"
A worried mom kept asking what is wrong 
'Cause she didn't understand why i looked so down 

Off to the doctor you went that day 
and in hospital you had to stay
I prayed to God "please just let him be okay"

Hours have passed and your words got less
I told myself that you'll be fine after a couple of days of rest
I never prayed so hard
asking Him "please please just help him God"
I never stopped hoping and believing
That soon with my ear on your chest i will still hear you breathing

Seven days have passed, not a word from you
Imagining you waking up saying "I'm fine how are you?"
In the ICU lying with my ear on your chest
This time only small little breathes
I felt safe so close to your heart
That fatherly love my favorite part

Your words that previous Thursday night
"Leave her just now she'll be alright"
I never knew those words would be your last
'Cause a week after those words... Daddy, you've passed

Lying with my ear on your chest
The moments I used to love best
My world came crashing down
and that moment was never the same
'Cause that moment I realized that MY father's heart will never beat again


Details | I do not know? | |

'Little bird, what troubles thee'

Little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bread of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bane of misery


Details | Free verse | |

The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



Details | Rhyme | |

Joycie

"She is only a heart stop away"

She came to us so tiny,
We could hold her in one hand,
But there wasn't a more loved baby
In the whole of this spacious land.

She lived life to the fullest,
And brought joy to us each day.
The love and delight and awe she wrought,
Is in our hearts to stay.

Her face was the face of an angel,
Her spirit that of an elf.
She asked for no one's pity
And had none for herself.

She was wrapped in a luxury of love,
That cushioned every fall.
It's not the moments of sadness. 
But the happiness we recall.

Just like the light from that long ago star,
Still shining in the sky,
She left a glow that will brighten our way,
Until the day we die.
 
It is not how long the race, they say
But how the race is run
And though she had less than a dozen years,
She made the best of every one.
                                                                         Won 2nd place
By Joyce Johnson 8/28/11   For my namesake granddaughter and   For Constance's contest  "A Poem, Please"


Details | Narrative | |

Family

A decade in to
a new millennium,
a woman, nearing
a century on Earth,
braces herself in
a doorway of
the house,
she has lived in since birth.

Her oldest son unfastens his belt, and takes a seat at the end of her table,
where her middle son just fixed the legs of the chair; to make sure it was stable.
Her youngest son brushes the webs off the wall, and scrubs the stains from the floor.
Her only daughter packs up her pictures, and helps her through the door.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a life, almost
a century long,
comes flooding back
to the thoughts of a woman
who feels removed 
from where she belongs.

Her daughter tries to lift her spirits, (from the room in which, she slept as a child)
but no one could easily witness their memories, all being sorted, and filed.
Her house is dissected, and put in a truck that waits - like a thief - in the drive.
-The cumbersome stance; the delicate dance; together, they help one another survive.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a woman approaches
a century - passed.
A man in the attic
waves from the window -
Assuring her: 
This home will not be her last.


Details | Rhyme | |

An Angel In Your Eyes

Many years it had been since Sir Heathcliffe was home,
He had travelled in countries abroad;
He left in his grief at the death of his wife
While he wrestled with sorrow and God.

He had been round the world, and his troubles had too,
And the thought of his daughter was one:
He dreamed yesternight of her eyes greyish-blue,
And he cried, "Heavens, what have I done?!"

Thus it was that he stood at his very own gate,
Yet unknown to his daughter within;
And he prayed, "Lord, I hope that I've not come too late!
That she lived while away I have been."

First she opened the door and she bobbed down the stairs,
Then she skipped with a smile down the walk,
No thought all the while of her father's shocked stares
Till she stopped with her hand on the lock;

Then she covered her lips and she whispered, "Oh, my!
You're the man on the mantel for sure!
I've asked for ten years, but without a reply
Who the man and the pretty girl were."

And he said, "I'm your father who's been gone so long,
And that angel, your mother who died:
Forgive me for leaving, I realise 'twas wrong;"
And he could not go on, but he cried.

For he looked right into eyes of pale greyish-blue,
And he felt the same rush of surprise
As when years, years ago, with a pair that he knew,
"There's an angel," he said, "in your eyes."

Then she opened the gate, and they fondly embraced
In a place where a young couple kissed;
It was then all the pain of the years was erased,
And the guilt of the life he had missed.

"One angel," said he, "went away from my eyes,
But the other, I left of my own;
Till the day that I go to my bride in the skies
You will never again be alone."


~Written by Isaiah Zerbst on October 11th, 2013~


Details | Tanka | |

Where now a Butterfly Sits

In innocent lie Amidst the lightening dew Poppies in mourning She unknown, taken at will Where now a butterfly sits .


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 | Concrete | |

Observer

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


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Lyric | |

To See Her Smile Again

It tears my heart to see my child
So lost, alone and sad
Shattered by her loss
And all the hopes and dreams they had
Knowing she pretends she’s strong
But deep inside she fears
Knowing when she’s all alone
She cries her silent tears
When I hear her laugh
I know it just a fake disguise
When I see her smile
I still see sadness in her eyes
She has no arms to hold her now 
No words of love to hear
No comfort from the love she lost
The man she held so dear
He made her life worth living
Two halves that made a whole
The only man she’ll ever love  
With all her heart and soul
There’s nothing that I wouldn't do  
To take away her pain
To see the girl she used to be
To see her smile again
If I could give him back to her
I’d take his place tomorrow
To see the light shine in her eyes
Instead of pain and sorrow
I know he watches over her
In hope one day he’ll see
The hurt, the pain, the tears she cries
Are just a memory...

For Bree 
xxxx


Details | Ballad | |

A Better Life...

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.


Details | Elegy | |

I fear death

I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but not mine
I guess it is your sorrow and despair at death that is drowning my life

I've been here before; I don't know how I survived or what inside me died
I had so many questions that she never answered; they never left, never died
So your gasping breath brings back my sorrow from that walled in stasis
I teeter on the rim of a well that reaches grief's bottom blackness, I lied

It is not your pain I fear, it's mine. I did not survive her deathbed
I never again lived. I died with her though peace I never found
I don't know if it was her death, my loss, hers, or the death cycle
But the air has stayed musty from graves while I pretended not to care

I don't know if I was there for her, or how she felt that last morning.
My memory lapses with that of the child I was then into dreams of gray
I don't know the pain of death, if it is worse to leave or know you are leaving
I don't know if she found peace or her heart broke for me or because of me.

Sorrow swells as the memories fade in, filling that well with blackness
I know that if I don't fall, it will rise up to suffocate me again
If I jump I will lose myself and never find you to say goodbye
My memory lapses, I think I jumped, did I tell her goodbye?

I fear my grief. Grief is all, nothing before or after exists.
I fear that grief will over shadow my mind and I won't be there
I fear that this sorrow will rob me of the words to say I love you
I fear despair will take my soul and this time I'll have nothing left of home.

How do I ask you to share this life with me when I don't know if I'll survive your death?
How do I ask you to live each day and don't let me run when I ran from her?
How do I ask you to believe in me and don't fear when I fear myself?
How do I ask you to comfort me when I'm too afraid to comfort you?


I never asked her to hold me again, to comfort, because she was the one dying.
What right do I have to ask the sick to comfort the healthy, the dead the living?	
And how could I, being the first spirit to die, ask the ones who speak of life still
to comfort the shell I left behind while theirs decays before my eyes? 
There are no comforts to sooth the guilt of living, but forgiveness will birth new life.



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THE EMPTY CHAIR

THE EMPTY CHAIR The empty chair sits in the corner Where my darling mother used to sit Her glasses on her nose, her book upon her lap Sometimes she crocheted, sometimes she wrote Long poems of lost love or letters to her brood Sometimes she'd look at me and smile And say I'd turned out well In spite of all the angst. Of course we fought and spat and cried But most times we'd laugh and giggle For two peas in a pod is truly what we were But now she's gone, there's not much left but tears Now my toddler sits and rocks upon the floor He points towards the chair and laughs at it with glee I look at him in wonder and ponder what he sees. c ELR 2013


Details | Lyric | |

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 martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside







Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)


Details | Free verse | |

Oh Grandfather

Grandfather
I cry, I hold it in, I cry. 
I hate the way I saw you tonight,
Wrapped up in wires,
Sleeping beneath the shut off lights,
But this is no sleep your in,
Its just a moment before your passing. 
Oh Grandfather,
I will forever hold the memory,
Of slick juice upon my face,
Sweet clementines dripping down my cheeks,
And long stripped socks at Christmas. 
I will look back and dream,
Of slim jims and chocolate milk,
Sitting at the bar,
The lights dimmed,
And Barbie stamps covering my pale skin.
When I was less than five years old. 
Oh Grandfather,
I will never forget, 
Sitting on your black leather couch,
And watching Mulan for the first time,
Or the love and surprise I felt,
When you bought it for me,
Because I loved it so much. 
Oh Grandfather, 
I will always remember, 
Walking the small trail down from your house,
To go look at your Harleys,
And feed the little ducks,
Crumbs of bread,
Or a whole damn loaf if I really begged.
Oh Grandfather,
I will never forget the time,
When you handed me one hundred bucks,
Just for Graduating, not even at the top of my class. 
When I tried to return it,
You insisted that you wanted me to keep it,
And I cried, I hugged you hard and felt your love,
Deep in the nether regions of my heart.
Oh Grandfather,
I will strive to remember, 
The smell of beer and whiskey and cigars on your breath,
What a sweet smell that now seems,
And oh how I wish, you would have stayed for that bottle of wine,
Just stayed a little longer for all of your visits. 
Oh Grandfather, 
I will never forget how I felt when Grandma told me,
You served in the marines,
And I could not believe,
That those Santa Clause eyes,
Could be that strong and brutal,
When you were always so nice,
And I found for you a new respect. 
Oh Grandfather,
I miss you so much,
As you lay in your bed,
Strung up with wires, and tubes and struggling,
To find your last breath. 
Oh Grandfather, 
I am crying, I cant hold it in.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.


Details | Rhyme | |

For the Fallen Hero

Holes are dug
The tents raised
Men and women salute
As they carry your body away

The flag draped over so graceful
Exhibiting patriotism of the brave
Honoring the risk you willingly took 
As we march in silence toward your grave

My fellow comrade, my partner
Forever my best friend
Life for us was just beginning
When it turned for a swiftning end

I felt my stomach tightly churn
When I saw your name on the list
Sinking back into the moment
We shared our final goodbye kiss

Now as they lower you down gently
My heart follows right behind
Though you can't be with me now in body
Our souls will always be intertwined
 
I'll be brave for our little princess
But I can't promise I won't weep
Watching her lay here with your picture
Cuddling it softly sound asleep

I tell her numerous stories about you
And she tries to memorize them all
But as the years go by it gets harder
When your face isn't as clear to recall
 
She knows her father is a hero
And not afraid to announce to the world
Oh my dear, how I see so much of you
In the liveliness of our precious girl

I know our parting won't last forever
When we're together as a family in Heaven
That picture is what keeps me going each day
Holding to the thought I'll embrace you again 

We will live to make you proud, my love
Though somedays are harder then most
Perhaps fallen but never forgotten
To your life we raise this toast


Details | Free verse | |

Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street
Disappear!

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!


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Today

Today we buried my angel
In her Sunday dress
Eyes and hearts fell
She now lies in Earth's caress

Her stolen tomorrow
Sprouts wings of glory
We celebrate without sorrow
A short yet beautiful life story

She heard the Heavens call
Bravely accepting the request
"Death makes angels of us all"
The words of her last breath

Today we buried my angel
In the bosom of the land
A smile lights the chapel
She now holds her mother's hand


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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 | Rhyme | |

Grief

Afraid alone, no comfort to hold
Empty she tries to hide her life deep inside
No solace to seek, No friend to find
One life, one mother who’s bitter and cold

One faithful day a friend appears
Finds a comfort she sort for many years
But still dazed mother is the source of her fears
Cry she does, as long as nobody at home hears

He gave her his family when she none
Gave her love, she saw only in dreams
Her mother did not see what it means
A premature labour that turn her mum numb

She turned to drugs to cope with the pain
It turned her violent, her child she blamed
Blood on the table, forever stained
Two broken hearts, only one remains 
----------------------------------------------------------------

Inspired by Heart on a Chain by Cindy C Bennett


Details | Free verse | |

Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


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My Endless Longing -A Mother's Love

                                                                **~**

My heart is fierce in its longing for you
 With thoughts that mimic flitting butterflies
Like stars chasing the moon in the black velvet night
And every time I close my eyes…
It is you whose face I see
I ache from deep within my soul
Wanting to feel my fingertips trace the soft texture of your skin
Run my fingers through your soft, chocolate hair
Longing to see your smile - beaming radiant like diamonds in the sky


Lying in my bed at night the fingers of darknes touch my skin
The moon quietly tiptoes through my window
As silent witness to my bleeding heart
Closing my eyes…
Brings your image closer to my mind
For you... are a violet glistening with dew to my longing heart
An angel - in a spider's land
Where they deceitfully weave their web of lies
Unwillingly... turning your heart against me...
The mother who loves you so                                      

I drift away into a restless sleep dreaming of you- my girl  
As the early morning sun creeps through my window
I awake... with a heart that breaks all over again
I am a prisoner held captive by my love for you
My precious, little porcelain girl

My love for you will never end
I pray for strength to see us through
For someday we will win this battle
And the love we share...
Will lovingly come shining through

                                                             **~~**

 


Details | Narrative | |

She calls me stranger

She calls me stranger       By: Steven Hudson

I’ve watched you grow from a distance,
But only through second hand pictures and story lines,
Watched you grow from a baby girl, to little girl, and promising young lady
Silently, keeping quiet because that’s the promise I made
I know you, but you don’t know me, precious one,
For my life was a whirlwind of trouble then,
And I wished to spare you from the same,
If I passed you by, you wouldn’t even know my name
To you I’m just a stranger, a passerby, a no one,
But for me you are my little girl.
My blood courses through your veins,
And now I must confess, I do it now sadly,
That you have had to call another not me, your daddy.

I’ve often wondered if there would be a connection if you saw me today,
Even though you don’t know who I am,
Would I give it away, the way I gave you away, would my eyes betray the truth?
I really don’t know.
It has been heartbreaking at times my dear,
And I would spare you from the same,
So it was I who would forgo the introduction, and allow you to take another man’s name
And a stranger I must remain
Was it right? Was it wrong?
In my mind it has been so long now
But still I wonder sometimes,
If you were scared, did you have a hand to hold?
If you were uncertain, did you have someone to reassure you?
If you’re hurt, who was there to comfort you?
Questions heaped upon mountains of regret.

But find you, find you someday I will, my dear
And begin to build a foundation that will last,
In hopes of, She calls me stranger, a thing of the past



Details | Couplet | |

The Ugly Sin

We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost

The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin

Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame

I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim

Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild

I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls

In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~


Details | I do not know? | |

She Was Beautiful

Whispers...

Don't wake her,

Let her rest.


Whispers....

Don't tell her,

She's not ready.


Whispers awakened her

From a drug induced 

Slumber.


She listens 

For a voice

So familiar

It could have been her own.


A voice 

Cooing at a child,

Smiling in it's vibrations

Making promises

It will keep,

Making promises 

It can never keep.


This voice was not there

Among the whispers,

And yet she yearned

To hear this voice.


The slumber was thick

And yet she swam

To the surface

Using all she could summon

To break the surface 

To break the slumber.


As her eyelids fluttered

A strong hand 

Grasped her hand,

Pulling her through

To the real world.


He sat at her bedside,

A face as familiar

As her own.

And with her eyes

She asked the question

He was afraid to answer.


"She was beautiful."


It was the word 

Was

That plunged her back

Into the abyss of dreams

And unrealized wishes,

Leaving her there 

For a day,

Or was it two.


When she woke,

Those words roused her.


When she slept,

Those words were her lullaby.


No child

Rested in her arms,

Once nestled in her womb.


No child 

Suckled at her bosom,

Now heavy with sustenance.


No child 

To cry out

For her mother.


Time waits for no one,

And days pass,

Then weeks and months

And soon a year 

Had come and gone.


Soon another child

Filled her womb

And this child was born,

And then another,

And then another.


Three children

Had rested in her arms,

Suckled at her bosom

And cried out to her,

Their mother.


And when asked

About the fourth

She would say,

"She was beautiful."


Details | Personification | |

Pessimistic Love

Love is
the morning dew...
lurking, looming
effervescent
enigmatic
...burned
...gone


Details | I do not know? | |

You Abandon Me

You Abandon me,
  Expunged me.
    You left me without someone like you.

Yea i should say "I Love You,"
  But i'm not sure i do.
   Yea i should Forgive you,
 But i'm not sure i will.
      I don't deserve you,
 & you don't deserve me.
    I know you don't care.
Cuz if you did then you'd call.
   Im Not going to search for you,
 & you better Not search for me.

Yea i should say "I Love You,"
  But i'm not sure i do.
Yea i should call you "Father"
  But i'm not sure i will.
     
You Abandon me Father,
  left me without a Dad.
I read your letters over and over.
  Reading your lies of how "You'll move closer to me so we could hang,"
How you said you "Loved Me".

Then why did you disappear?
Then why did you pop into my life when i was 10?
Why couldn't you pop into someone else's life?!

Yea i should say "I Love You,"
          But i don't.
You Abandon me Father...
     So im going to do the same...

   Good Bye.

- Brittany

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Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be


I’m Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be! I remember reading the Bible to my son. But what a mess, my life has become! My children told me, they were proud of their dad! Now they say they’re embarrassed and sad. I once lived a Godly life! I really did! Just look at me now! And how I live! Things in life I once called wrong and sin. Are now causing me to stumble again. God's word I had loved! Jesus was my treasure! I "traded my soul" for what gives me "pleasure." I’m not the kind of father that I need to be! What kind of example will my family find in me? Will I grow stubborn to God as I age? Replacing his peace, for anger and rage? I need Jesus to bring peace to my troubled soul! I ask YOU Lord to make me clean and whole. Restore unto me the joy of my salvation. By your blood, make me a new creation. Words alone cannot truly express… This family God's given to me. I am so blessed! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

The Human Being : Object of lust

Tear away her skin, her bones,
Watch her curves move through...her tones
explore her body curiouser... and curiouser....
Sandwich her, squeeze her till her blood flows...
Let your sperms kill her, drown her in her woes.

Afterwards tell her how unattractive she is, how you hate her, loathe her, the mother of
your kids.
challenge her, walk away, leave her to lick her wounds.
Tell yourself its okay, this is what she chose!

Lie to her, abandon her and consume her soul,
Tell yourself its okay one day she will feel whole!

Trample her crush her... tell her how she is all wrong.
Tell yourself its okay she wont last for long.

Push her away till she falls over the edge...
But she will always come back.... for its your daughter she bred!


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This guilt will never leave my heart

I watched you burn 
in the blazing fire
I heard your screams
I saw your tears
I knew I should've done somthing
But maybe I didn't want to
I know I shouldn't think like this
But you had it coming
And
I enjoyed your face that was full of horrer
I acted as if I was heartbroken when the police came
They said it wasn't my fault
But how wrong they were
You see
I started the fire
I was the one who watched my parents die
With absolute pleasure
Yeah
I'm in a orphanage
But who cares
Those bastards are out of my life
For good
And I made sure of that
Every night
I try to sleep
I try to forget them
But I am a child after all
They were my parents
And I...and I killed them
I'm cold blooded murderer
I try to do something
Except tell anyone
I may be a child but I'm not stupid
It's been years now
I still can't forget their faces
Their agonizing faces
I sometimes cry to myself
Thinking about it
No matter how many times I want to stop
I just can't
This guilt that I have brought apon myself
Will never leave
Even if I'm dead
It wont stop
Ever


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Children NOT in need

In the peaceful bliss of mornings early light,
As calm and silent as a graveyard at night.
Thoughts of joy delude the sight,
As the thoughts are of the past and all it’s delight.
Whence the sounds of movement, happiness and joy,
Now is the silence, anguish, unease of the mourning ploy.

Removed from sight but never from the heart,
Always in the mind, even though were apart.
To see and hear you, every day, every part,
Knowing your not there but soon, and with a fresh start.
You will be back here, in the home where you belong,
We can start to build our future, with hearts that are strong.

The bonds that do tie,
Are stronger, even than time.
Times you are absent is time we will bide,
Then fight with all our might until home you reside.
Uneasy are you captors, as their action’s are unjust,
Realising their mistakes, in where they placed false trust.

Panic sets in as consent is withdrawn,
In court there mistakes, they now must scorn.
Their unjust actions, soon to be brought to light,
For their reputation, again they must fight.
But the battle ahead, they know they can’t win,
For their actions are nothing, but filled with sin.

Punishment sounds nice but is not my desire,
Having my kids back in my arms, that’s my prior,
Second to this, have them to reform, 
Their policies, their action, to finally conform,
To the vow that they sworn, to protect the children,
Not deny them their happiness or stop them from living

To act where it’s needed, as much as they should,
Not too little or much that reverses the good.
Look deep at themselves to stop all the wrongs,
Come good in their work and have praise as their songs.
Save the heartache they cause for so many families;
And help where it’s needed, not punish minor discrepancies.


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even the rogue child is loved

I was the child

that made you old,

I was also the girl

that couldn't be told

 

I was a rogue wave

and couldnt 
see 'now,'

that was I 
cherished

I'll never know how

 

when you went 
away

without word or a 
sigh,

I was forever bereft

we didn't get a 
goodbye

 

over time I've 
painted

my pictures in 
words,

I cried out my heart

in the differing 
verbs

 

I wish I could 
harness

and saddle a star

and fly to your side

but your so very far

 

I dream 
conversations

in the depths of 
the night,

some seem so real

that we start to 
fight

 

but as in the 
wonder

that walked this 
earth,

forgiveness was 
quick

from the time of 
my birth

 

on a stone tablet

that I've hung on 
my heart

I etch in your name

each time it 
crumbles apart

 

of the,

 

four thousand 
eight hundred

and fifty three 
days,

I cannot count 
every tear

I've shed as I 
swayed

 

now I celebrate the 
life

you lived without 
fear,

as I smooth out 
this page

I feel a presense is 
near

 

I am writing a 
canto

that goes on for 
miles

I wish you could 
read it

its for you with a 
smile

 

I write in your 
name

life wasnt for 
naught,

in mantles of 
flames

your spirit is caught

 

burning through 
history

your memory shall 
shine,

I am the poetess

writing a shrine

 

for a mother who 
never

ever, gave up on 
me

I will bleed every 
word

till my veins have 
run free 


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What people might think

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
  
                                        


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Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


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They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


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A Princess In Black

A Princess In Black

A box of dark willow
Upon a cushion of white
Think blonde curls, each carefully laid
Skin whiter than snow
Bold eyelashes rested on smooth cheeks
Eyelids dusted with shimmering gold
Pale cheeks brushed with soft pink
Pink lips, still, to speak never again

Hollow collarbone concealed by flowing black cloth
Black sleeves ended just below lifeless fingers
Thin waist wrapped with sinched elastic
Loose black skirt left ankles and feet bare.

The coffin lid closes
One last tear emerges
Her sweet voice, still ringing
Her soft whispers, still noticed
A princess in black, never forgotten


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A Memory to Treasure

Light emerged from a place not so far
A scene displayed beneath its roof’s tar…



“The sun entered through the window sill
Brightening the room as it filled in the still
A granddaughter sat on her grandfather’s bed
As he lay down on his back
His lips moved in unison
As his tongue played a tune…
Of his voice that was music to her ears…”



The clock ticked gently
Yet, time passed quickly…



“His granddaughter’s eyes gazed at him intently
As she listened to the one story she asked of him to say…
A story, young kids adore listening to…
Where Little Red Riding Hood hopped into the woods…
She always asked that story to be told…
No matter what was on hold…”



His granddaughter had her golden hair tied back,
As she sat quietly beside her grandfather’s hand 
His warm tune engulfed her with safety,
As she sat there: imagination on display…

One day, that special began to slip away
As his tune was never heard again…
And all that’s left in the granddaughter’s mind...
Is a memory to hold onto...
 A memory to treasure…
A memory of a young child with golden hair
Looking at her grandfather so intently 
Listening to Little Ridding Hood being played
By her grandfather’s warming tunes
While he was lying down: resting on his bed…


May you rest in peace LOVED ONE
I Love You Grandpa…


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Our Love

Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image of your last re-birth
Visions of your glory blind to my infantile sight
I cried out to God "take me lord, for to take my light
is to leave me unto darkness."

Crippled and shamed I crawled to my side
and wept to feel the fingers of your memory
sweep my hair from my cheek
As a child I raged that all he left of you for me
was the ghost of a life losing vitality in time
The world was numb but for the pain
and I rolled in the evanescence of it
wrapped like a proud shawl of mourning
that in this right I would sacrifice
and pay dignitary to what I failed you in
If I could have died, I would have born your stripes
I would have carried your cross
and welcomed the nails home
that all I could have of you 
was the agony
of your leaving...

My Mother I felt your tears too
as I felt in them in your fading
I felt the trails of your sorrow 
as you wept for your baby
Just as your comforts were
love and despair in one
 to me
(for how could I know your life lived in me)
	your regrets were mine misery 
then my comprehension of a Mothers love was foriegn.
Your presence drove me mad
Your death erased my dreams
and your life fed my memories.

Some where the blackness of years
numbned-greyed and I breathed
Some where in a moment I could not name
your presence gave me stregnth as I accepted
the world I now lived

But the majic of the moon faded, 
the faith you gave me staled
the world spun because God commanded
but my heart beat because you breathed it

God is a jealous God, I whispered
Is my loss my punishment for loveing her the more?
The tears trickled to moisture and days cycled into years
and I listened to your whisper, feather kisses
tucking me to sleep, some where in the depths
of the self I did not know, you loved, you prayed

You wept for my loss and yours, but you loved
you held me at night when I longed for you
you cheered for my each new step
and when I first held my son I heard in my  heart your first words to me
" My baby, My Baby' 
so then I understood and gave them to him

In learning this new love of my life I began to understand
not your death, but your life, your love, and why you still 
hold me and miss me as I miss you
but I hear you, I hear him
and I see my son I thank you both


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Never Thought It Would Happen

We began so little and young, 
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.

Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, 
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. 
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, 
Nothing lasts forever.


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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…


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MY GIRL

MY GIRL

Lazy summer days
Pigtails, French braids
Long silky hair blowing
In the wind
Days forever gone
Tears well up in my eyes
And I long once again
To hold her close
To see her smile
To hear her laughter
Tinkle like rain

Lord, shower down from heaven
Encouraging words of
Together we will be
In that glorious place
A world without pain
Hearts completely healed
Memories of yesterday
Live on today
Hope of a tomorrow
Full of promise

mja


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


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Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


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Ashes to Ashes

From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 
Exotic, 
Fragile, 
Pure.

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.


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Not really there at all

You used to say that what you did was to protect me. You use to act like you were the best damn person in the world. I used to want to be just like you. But now all i want to do is run away. I dont want to be like you. Instead of protecting me, You destory me, you broke me, and then you stomped me all over the ground. You make me wanna be a monster from all the pain you caused in my life. You lied from the start. You hurt me so bad that i cant even watch those simple father daughter movies young girls love. You have drained the emotion from me to a level that i will no longer allow myself to feel, but you know what dad its time to say good bye from you. All you are is a PAIN that tore me in pieces because of all the lies, the pain, the scars. just go. thats what i want.


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Summer Dress

Summer dress she sews
Until her fingers bleed
Mending and mourning 
Memories that will never be
Earsplitting new silence
Running through each stitch

Dress, mustard colored with stars
Embroidered with sadness, by confusion
A nightmare from which she can’t awaken
The last thing she will ever wear 
Her summer dress made in grief

Death came for her too soon
Roses, white, will rest on her
Embraced by heaven’s angels
She is beautiful in the summer dress
Stitched by her sorrow stricken mother


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soon the bell will ring

Soon the bell will ring.
Asleep, your warmth is still the same
An echo of strength still resides in your arms,
Wrapped around me they Instinctively protect me,
‘though later they’ll hold for a steady hand.

Lying here reminds me, of when I’d scurry to lay
and listen to your sturdy voice bring alive Dreamland.
You’d bush my still wet hair, tickle me to bed,
scare away monsters, and kiss my cheek all in one sweep.

In half an hour, when the bell rings,
You’ll roll away as my day begins,
And I’ll lay out your shoes, socks,
Clean underwear, and gown.
The next appointment is in half an hour,
And after that I’ll lay you down.

Time is running out,
I feel the urgency.



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The Babaji Wheelbarrow

It was a dry, dusty day when I saw the wheelbarrow, with long handles made of dark wood. 
The wheel is struggling as it carries its burden, but it manages the job that it should. The man pushing appears to be crying, his eyes all puffy and red. It’s time to move on, but I wait,  I wait for him to reach me instead. The wheelbarrow has a dark green cover, such a sickly, metallic sweet smell underneath,  such a heavy lump in my throat,  “don’t lift the cover!” but regardless, I pull back it back to see.
The first thing to strike me, such a tiny hand, tiny fingers all bent into a fist, and an inch below there in my big gloved hand, the smallest most delicate wrist. Her face is held together by bright orange thread, her eyes are searching the stars. Her crown should still be there, on that beautiful head, where she lays, crumpled up inside her Dads cart. I put back the cover, swallow hard and just stand there, my head, Jesus Christ I can’t think,  my pounding heart tearing itself apart inside my trained body, at this beautiful little angel in pink. 
Her father, his eyes screaming toward me sobs gently, silent rage and yet deafening shock. Why can’t I bring myself to look into this man’s eyes, oh Lord, grant me some breath that I may talk. To say sorry, to ask why, to just speak in his tongue, to show him that I really care. I realise that I could never find words, I’ve no such tragedy to compare.
I walked away from the blue wheelbarrow, thinking that I could leave it behind. But every night as my daughter hugged me, that wheelbarrow crashed into my mind. Whenever she cried my stomach went tight, when she laughed those dark clouds disappeared, whenever she told me she loved me, I knew that I had nothing to fear, but yet so much. The wheelbarrow changed me forever, drank me to illness, and brought my whole life to the edge. I couldn’t switch off from that sweet smell, and I couldn’t explain that to friends. 
 I will never forget, such a small wrist in my hand, such beautiful soft lips kissing the sky. Such a pretty pink little dress, though stained red with blood, those clear and lifeless brown eyes. I wish that I had asked for her name, what to call that three year old victim of war, so small and so beautiful with those innocent eyes, my body aches that I can’t wish so any more.
If I could explain to people, about my demons, in one image to make them understand. I’d draw that blue wheelbarrow with the green cover on top, and that sweet delicate wrist in my hand. Two days after the wheelbarrow I became a Father and to my comfort, for the rest of my life I will know. No matter how often the wheelbarrow returns, I have my daughter, here for me to hold.


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For Love of Liliana

On the 30th of June you entered this world,
so cute and content my beautiful girl.
I have never seen such a proud father,
kissing your hands and feeling your feet. 
Little blue eyes so hard to forget 
wrapped in a pink shawl, you were my princess. 
Your brothers smile when he first met you. 
He stroked your cheek and called your name.
But, it was too late my tiny princess.
The angels couldn't wait any longer. 
On the 30th of June you left this world,
so peaceful and pale my beautiful girl:Liliana


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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


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Ghostly Child

Ghostly child
peering through
foggy mist
watching from afar
from another dimension
in another era
from another place
drifting through time
caught in between worlds
towards spirit light
of beacon bright
shining on her
the way to go home.

She lingers on
from dusk until dawn
floating through air
searching for her mother
who was lost at sea
from long ago
entity from eternity
forever lives on
in her daughter's ghostly heart.

Free her from her earthly plane
into the spirit world
where she belongs
in finding peace
rather than remain
in limbo state
away from her mother's
loving embrace.


Details | Rhyme | |

Death's Door

Death is a time where people will never breathe
We can’t talk or walk and even squawk about our lives that we lead 

What do you suppose is behind deaths door?
I’m just wondering, because eventually is going to come to us all
Should we be scare? Or fight for it, not to happen? Or just let it be?
Has anyone thought about Death, like me?
 
Death has come for two people I had a chance to know on, 02/02/12; 
however, this was a week ago. 
Do you think they knew?

Some people may not know, when it’s time for them to go,
therefore; we should ask JESUS CHIRST to come into our lives
and be prepared for that day 

So, when death wants to knock on our door 
We can open it up and say I’m ready, let’s go, 
and see that place called Heaven’s Tour


Details | Rhyme | |

Placed There With Love

At the end of the bed
there sits a stuffed bear,
placed there with love,
placed there with care.

A child's favourite toy,
fluffy and white,
placed on the bed
to keep her in sight.

But the bed is empty,
the bear sits alone.
From the room next door
comes the sound of a moan.

No one comes in here,
no one at all
but sounds of sadness
can be heard down the hall.

At the end of the bed
there sits a stuffed bear.
Since the death of their child
no one goes there.


Details | Lyric | |

Junkie

you know its wrong 
but you do it to overpower the pain
not strong enough to stay away from it
you would die without it
in its presence your heart knows no shame
even if you try to win the fight
your heart will overrule your mind
Theres nothing you can do
its chained to you
you cant get free
look what this drug did to you


Details | Free verse | |

Are you my daddy

''Are you my daddy'' the little child cried.

''No I'm your uncle'' the grown up replied,

''Are you going to stay, or go away  like my uncles always do?''

'' I love your mummy I'll stay I promise you I'll do''.

'' Everyone loves my mummy,'' the child says with a sigh.

''Will you take me to MacDonald's and buy me a toy and take me for a ride?''

''Yes I promise, but I maybe away for a while''.


''Are you my Daddy'' the little child cried,

''No I'm your uncle'', the grown up replied,

''Are you going away like all my uncles do?''.............................................


Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


Details | Blank verse | |

What's On Your Mind Today

What is on your mind today?
A war without repercussion
Or the History of creationism
A birth without the pain or vivid stories
A wedding without the bride or groom
A young life cut down to soon.
A presidential race without any lies
A casket without a cadaver
Facebook with friends or backstabbers?
Cancer treatment without radiation
Recession without a long bailout
or wearing high heel with toes out

A week without snow or rain
Birthday wishes without leaving messages

 Being so darn broke,
 you are so ashamed
Your limp wallet smoke

Buy one get the other free 
What up with that deal

When a man is ready to be faithful
Is he ready to accept his failures?
Is our lives  based on Bollywood referrals act.
Isn’t that the true facts?





Details | Cowboy | |

Untitled

Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!


Details | Romanticism | |

Save Me From Myself

Save Me From Myself

I was tangled inside your words to the point I knew once I tried to escape I’d be broken.
Could you have eve imagine how damaged I was once I escaped it was more then what I could have bare. Soon I became deranged and trapped inside myself not able to feel not even your ray of light could pull me from the darkness I had formed to shield myself.
Be proud are you not? This was all your doing and now I must live on knowing that I am no longer sane, yet yearning for you with every breathe I take. Who will be my knight in shining armor for it were never you, or shall I be forced to save myself from myself? Once trap in tangled of  lies ad deception  escaping just to find out everything that had happen was all my own fault. Should I be saved or should I be left to kill myself slowly.
It more then enough poison in the world to destroy my body, but not the broken soul which now know no safety. Don’t bring me back to this world for I wish to be saved. So I shall wander through time ad space until I am at peace. Save me my knight from what’s eating me, hurting me, killing me to the point I’m unrecognizable. Save me for I am selfish, destroyed, conceited, and without a purpose. Who shall be my knight in shining armor? I’ll be waiting for you, save me from the darkness that I call myself.


Details | Cinquain | |

MY LOSS (Cinquain)

Tina
my little girl
drowned when she was six
I love and miss you every day
Daughter


Details | Rhyme | |

Lydia's DaddY

...eyes puffy                       
      caked up with cry

Daddy ain't comin' home
       but 
         she don't know why...
 
grown folk sadness
         ripping inside her

       All she's known about lovin's 
               in the coffin beside her


Details | Quatrain | |

She was Returned

It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home

His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
  
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | Quatrain | |

More

Am I nothing more
Than an ominous date
A wisp of genetic wonder
A curse of conscious fate
Behold the burden
Nestled in newborn hair
Innocent eyes etched
Into life's coarse lair
Is there nothing more
Than this tactile plight
Torn tears of birth’s bliss
My fingers weep sight
Is she nothing more 
Than death’s deciduous seed
Baptized by superstition  
Comfort’s posthumous need
Who will hold her
When my embers grow cold
The walls of winter creep closer
And the silence grows bold
What have I done
This curse that I share
Too buried to breathe
Too naked to bare
How can I tell her
Forever stalks our door
That there is no tomorrow
For life is nothing more


Details | Free verse | |

I just don't understand why

I don't understand why we live a life were the ones we love die young or the wise ones we love die too soon for us to have learned enough from them we walk on the path we choose but it seems there’s always a road block or tough times we have to learn from with the loss of a loved one that’s a family member or a child we have bared along the way to whatever destiny has planned for us at the end of our road I guess it’s god way of telling us he needed them to be our guardian angels instead of them walking with us on our path we have so many unanswered questions an things we don't yet understand I guess when the time comes we will understand the why's we don't yet have answers to an the path we walk will be the rite path in the end I just hope when time comes we will all see the ones we lose on our path an get the why's an questions answered


Details | Blank verse | |

Breath

  I've been bedridden all day with an expensive migraine;
Drugged breath.Heartbeat strangled. Pulse struggles.
Eyes or holes or puss soaked reminders?
Drugged breath. Heartbeat strangled. Pulse struggles.
Lungs frosted. Nuts up stomach. Lunch stuck, taste forgotten.
 My pen is long gone from being the root of any personal discovery.
Drugged breath. Heartbeat strangled. Pulse struggles.
Facial features melt down mirror; egg yolk slicks out from throat.
Claim from me oceans of oxygen-I glimpse moments lost-replaced
with her image, forgotten.
 Cigerettes aren't suicide. I'll awake with drugged breath, frosted lungs 
coughing up blood colored regrets.
  I've been bed ridden all day with this expensive migraine-awake and praying
to the distance from life my behavior creates....


Details | Ballad | |

All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.


Details | Couplet | |

The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...
...
...
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | I do not know? | |

American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


Details | Free verse | |

Meanies (written by 9 year old)

Meanies
People who are always mean to me
And bullying me around
In the stupid world
People who are mean to me
Should get something back in return
Something mean and evil
And they deserve to die
In this evil world
And the only people I can trust
Are my Mommy and Daddy


Details | I do not know? | |

Silently Depressed

Tears soak her face,
As she sits there quietly.
No one sees her crying,
And she’s happy about that.
She tries to keep it secretive,
Just to  keep away from questions.

The main question, 
That she feared was why are you crying?
Followed by,
Are you going to be ok?

The truth is she didn’t know the answer to either one of these.
There was no reasoning behind her tears,
They just came to her in spurts.
She was a genuinely happy person.
She had a loving family,
Happy friends,
A great life in general.
But for some reason she was sad.
Not sad, 
She was depressed.

There was only two people in her life,
That knew how she really was.
Without her telling them.
And those two people,
Were the only ones that could change it.

These two people didn’t even know,
That they had this power over her moods.
And she never planned on telling them.
Her mom had an idea,
That her daughter was acting different.
But when she asked her about it,
She said it was nothing.
And she believed her,
Which was a mistake.

She should have known,
Known that she was not alright.
Her daughter didn’t even realize,
Until she started to write.
She wrote down her thoughts and feelings.
In a different way.
Not using a diary,
Not using a letter.
No she used a unique way of saying how she felt.
A way no one would figure out,
She wrote her feeling down through poems.

And no one would decipher the TRUE meaning behind them, 
She was sure of it.
So sure, 
Because she didn’t even know!


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Daughter

                        
God's Daughter 

When she was and infant she rarely cried 
She couldn't speak but she often tried
She had a smile that resembled her mother's
Intelligent eyes like her fathers who loved her
Her angelic hair, warm like a sunset
Was ritually brushed when she quietly slept
In her ears, which were pierced, were Amethyst stones
For the month she was born they glimmered when shone
Three faded freckles peppered her nose
"This little piggy," would wriggle her toes
She was a gift from the heavens that be
An answered prayer from bended knees
Every day was a gift every moment a dream
The time that they shared was a pleasant routine
With nourishing meals and warm baby baths
Ticklish smiles that went from giggles to laughs
The tantrums she threw when in a bad mood
Faces she made when she tasted new food
And nights when her father would fall asleep with her
"You are my darling,” is what he would whisper
Those precious nights he held her so close
Squeezing so tight that they both made on pulse
On her first day of school she cried in his arms
He made a promise to keep her from harm
So on that same day he did not go home
But stayed there all day so she wasn't alone
She could open his heart with just one glance
Later that night he taught her to dance
In  junior high she complained of her weight
He'd brush back her hair and say she looked great
No longer a child she was making new friends
Finding new interests and following new trends
He loved her so, she gave his life meaning
Giving him faith, hope, joy and reason
One summer night she did not come home
And he could not be reached on her cellular phone
A knocked at the door came with bad news
A body was found lifeless and bruised
She was the victim of a violent assault
He fell to his knees hurt and distraught
After her funeral he no longer prayed
He was angry with God, he felt betrayed
An angel appeared in his thoughts while he slept
As they embraced the both of them wept
"Sometimes The Lord must sacrifice
One of his children to save many lives
When innocent blood is carelessly spilled
The world becomes safer because evil's revealed
God too had a child persecuted by evil
Who died on the cross for the sins of all people 
Your child will be with Him in the heavens above
Guarded by peace and eternal love"
Dedicated to Meghan Landowski September 25, 1991 – April 10, 2008


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Crash

 
I  pace. Tension etching lines upon my face
How much longer must I wait?  
The clock ticks glumly in the hall
Time passes slowly, no quickly
Oh I don't know
My world moves in slow motion
Waiting for a call

The silence is oppressive
Shadows cast their pall upon the room
I sit, I stand, only to pace again
My heart beats with a quickened cadence
Why hasn't she called?
Why hasn't someone called?

Wait!   Was that the phone?
Yes. yes, I hear it
I rush to silence the urgent ring
Hello! Hello!
Yes, this is he
Yes, she is my daughter. 
Where is she?
Is she ok?  Please, is she ok?

Oh thank God, I've been so worried
I saw it on the news
I hoped, no prayed that she was not there
I didn't know what to do
I was afraid to leave
Are you sure she's ok?

Yes, of course
I'm on my way right now
Thank you, thank you for letting me know
She's not alone is she, is someone with her?
Good, that's good

I'm sorry, I forgot to ask your name
Are you a doctor, yes I thought you were
Will you be going back in to see her?
Would you tell her her dad loves her very much

I shrug my coat around a hollow body
Choke back tears of relief
My little girl is hurt, I need to hold her
A piece of me almost died tonight

 I don't have a daughter.  I wanted to write about an emotional situation
that I had not actually experienced to see if I could make the reader feel
the rush of emotions exhibited in the poem. Have no idea
if I succeeded.


Details | Free verse | |

A Mother's Choice

Broken homes and broken bones
Dads are gone and moms on drugs
At the age of nine I'm forced to chase my mother in and out of abandon homes.
Never felt more pain until the day my mom offered me to some strange man.
What was done plays back in my head everyday.
Never thought my mother would love drugs more than me.
At that point in my life I knew everything was wrong, and my childhood gone.
I tried to quickly runaway until i hear a deep voice say, "DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP".
Very abusive, he grabs my hands and throws me on the floor.
My mother sat there as it happened. 
This strange man constantly raped me as I screamed and tried to get away.
My mother sat there and had nothing to say.


Details | Narrative | |

Our Little Girl

The light I see
In your eyes
only when I speak of her.
Our little one.
She would have had your eyes,
your nose.
she would have had my hair 
and my my mouth.
Our little girl would have been perfect.
But that horrible day in July,
I cried and I hated myself.
That horrific day in July when I lost her.
My world broke down.
Now when I speak of her. 
Your eyes water up, 
as do mine.
But one day we'll see her. 
I promise.
Our little girl, 
is waiting for us.
I promise.
And one day,
she'll finally say daddy.
Our little girl.


Details | Rhyme | |

Living in Wait

Peering into the shimmering water
the image shown a reminder of her daughter
if she had only still been alive
her mother would not feel so utterly deprived

the image she sees are beautiful white wings
hope of her baby being an angel still clings
one day when death draws her ever so near
her daughter she'll join with not one ounce of fear

Tossing out daffodil's, oleander, and primrose
her feelings presented in this way surely shows
Watching the floating flowers brings peace
Allowing her grief to slowly cease 

by: Virginia Frayer





Details | Free verse | |

Gay

I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.

I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger

I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you

I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is

I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew

I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you

I am gay.
And I wont change. 
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.

I am gay. 

And that's okay.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE UNDERSTANDING

THE UNDERSTANDING 
 
[ The identity of my father's grandfather and his resting place was unknown to 
him until one day the secret was literally unearthed in Charleville . ] 
 
   
The secret of your resting place 
Lay hid for many years, 
Yet now the secret is revealed,  
To me it has brought tears. 
 
From Melbourne town you did set out  
In eighteen ninety-eight, 
And tramped your way through New South Wales, 
Up to the Queensland state. 
 
A country girl she took your heart 
You made that lass your wife, 
Then raised a fam'ly best you could, 
'Til fate did touch your life. 
 
Yes four young sons she bore to you 
Young lads you'd both adore, 
Though in the year nineteen o six, 
A daughter was in store. 
 
But tragedy would mar your joy 
The birth too much that day. 
Her health had not been as it should, 
And life, then slipped away. 
 
A heavy load was thrown on you 
Those little souls to rear, 
Though seemingly it proved too much, 
Without your darling near. The years were tough and work was scarce, 
But try you really did. 
To make it worse grief lingered on, 
Your hurt could not be hid. 
 
Some think that drink will kill the pain 
Depression though takes hold. 
'Til finally in nineteen twelve, 
You took your life so cold. 
 
Tormented minds do not give thought 
Of loved ones left behind. 
You left them orphaned and confused, 
Their lives left in a bind. 
 
The human soul though can survive 
No good to sit and moan. 
Your sons and daughter struggled on, 
Raised families of their own. 
 
This history was lost it seemed 
 For many a long year, 
And memories of who you were, 
Had dried up too I fear. 
 
For where your soul was laid to rest 
That secret it was yours. 
'Til digging poor old Creevy's grave, 
Unlocked the secret's doors. 
 
The digging would reveal to all 
Just where you fin'ly lay, 
A plaque upon the wooden lid, 
Your name there did display. 

Granddad those times did not allow 
The life you may have planned, 
I missed the years we might have shared, 
But now I understand. 



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daddy stop

daddy stop,
it hurts too much,
your fingers burn,
the skin you touch,
daddy stop,
please go away,
you say it's just,
the way we play,
daddy stop,
im six years old,
i promise i'll learn,
to do what i'm told,
daddy stop,
don't come tonight,
so you and mommy,
don't have to fight,
daddy stop,
mommy cries,
you tell me,
to tell her lies,
daddy stop,
i've gone away,
and my little sister,
doesn't want to play.

if you or some one you know can relate please tell some body. let them help you.
@};~ read mommy listen. it goes with this.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

ANGER PERPETUATES ANGER

SHE CAN'T EVER REMEMBER, A TIME WITHOUT HEARING 
HER MOM SAY THAT MEN ARE NO GOOD 
HOW THEY ONLY WANT SEX, AND TO GET IT, THEY PLAY WITH YOUR HEAD 
"GIRL, DON'T FALL FOR NO MAN", MOM SAID POINTING HER FINGER 
A BITTERNESS HEARD IN HER VOICE 
CHOOSE A MAN WITH SOME MONEY, OR POWER, TO LAY WITH INSTEAD 
WITH THIS DEEPLY INGRAINED IN HER SPIRIT 
SHE CLOSED PATHWAYS THAT LED TO HER HEART 
ON HER MOMMA'S INSISTENT ADVICE, ALL HER ACTIONS WERE DRAWN 
SHE PASSED OVER ALL MEN WHO MIGHT LOVE HER 
FOR NO VALUE IN LOVE, WAS SHE TAUGHT 
BUT THREE CHILDREN LATER, THE MEN WITH THE MONEY, WERE GONE 
HER CHILDREN ALL HAD DIFFERENT DADDIES 
WHO HAD NO LOVE FOR THEM OR FOR HER 
SHE HAD CHOSEN THESE MEN CAUSE HER MOMMA, HAD TOLD HER SHE 
SHOULD 
BUT SHE NOW FACED THE COLD CONTRADICTION 
THAT SHE FOUND IN HER MOMMA'S ADVICE 
HER LIFE DID NOT TURN OUT THE WAY, THAT HER MOM SAID IT WOULD 
SO THEN THERE BECAME AN AWARENESS 
OF HER MOM'S PHILOSOPHICAL VIEW 
THERE WAS PAIN AND FRUSTRATION AND ANGER, FROM CHOICES MOM 
MADE 
FOR HER MOM WHO HAD MADE THESE BAD CHOICES 
PASSED THE BLAME ON THE MEN, IN HER LIFE 
THE MEN, THAT GRANDMOM SAID CHOOSE, AND POOR MOMMA HAD PAID 
YOU SEE ANGER "PERPETUATES" ANGER 
LIKE A CANCER, IT GROWS AND IT SPREADS 
IT WAS PASSED DOWN FROM GRANDMOM TO MOMMA, THEN MOMMA TO 
DAUGHTER 
FROM GRANDMOM TO GRANDCHILD THIS ANGER WAS PASSED 
'CAUSE NO ONE THOUGHT, TO BREAK THIS CHAIN 
AND THE HOPE OF WHAT "MIGHT'VE BEEN", SWALLOWED, LIKE 
BITTERSWEET WATER.


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Hannah

oh, my darling 
Hannah
you and your 
mama have gone
far away

i am so afraid 
i will never see
your joyous face again;
nor will i get to 
look at your precious
hannah hair all twisted
up in little pig tails.

my heart breaks 
for you; you have 
reminded me
of what is important
in life and what 
is not.

i cry my sweetheart
i cry out for you
and your mama.
my heart is stolen 
once again.

your innocence is
so precious and 
never ending.

i know you were 
sent by God not for 
us to claim you but
he is sharing you with
our family.
     
sometimes i think i
cannot go on;  i
miss you so much.

i comfort myself
knowing that God 
always has his reasons

you became our lives
my darling, innocent
beautiful child

i knew i would get hurt
if i loved you as much
as i knew i would....

but with complete
capitulation i loved 
you and i love you
forever and my last
breath.

i love you without 
regret.  i cherish every
second with you.

i thank your mama for
coming home and letting
me back into her life.

God is taking care of
all of us, one step 
at a time. i thank him
for the happiness and
time i have been given.. 

i want and need to
hold you and your 
mama both.

i want to 
to watch how you
and your  
mama look
as you are 
swinging on her
hip as you walk 
up the sidewalk

you both smile
at me with those
big smiles. i have
that picture embedded
in my mind.

i stare at the pictures 
that i took. i tried 
to comfort your aunt
because she feels 
and hurts so much too.

i say to her.."hannah
is not "our baby"... ...
our job is to love her
and her mama.
that is what we are
good at.

i want all three of my
darling girls to come
back.....i need for you
all to be here together
so i can spoil you
as much as i am able.

i love you sweet baby. 
i love you my mindy.
and you my darling rebel
kimberly, you would be
so stunned if you could
see what my heart thinks
about you both.  i wish you
could see in yourself
what i see in you.
  
so, now two of my three
darlings are gone
my darling, darling
precious jewels, you make
me so rich.
 
i will always be a constant
companion to each of you
every day and night ...so
fear not.  no matter,... God is
on a mission with me, so i 
promise...

you will know you are 
in my heart of love with
every single breath
i take.........

every single one








by janetta


Details | Blank verse | |

Half Kitchen Appliance

Time is a pale salamander
swishing past my empty window;
as my children look at me, cornerwise,
in my accelerated process of aging,
I sit as half-ghost in waiting,
half-kitchen appliance in manner and deed.

Whatever they expected eludes me;
the gold-leaf incandescence of immortality,
perhaps; not to visibly fail before
their now saddening, disappointed eyes.

There is little I can bequeath verbally,
or impart with clandestine look,
or allude to with symbolic gesture, 
except to write in spirit that all goodbyes, 
even silent and  motionless ones,
have to start somewhere…


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Lost and Found

Down the road, near the town,
No one knew where she'd be found. 
Stolen from her bed at night, 
Waking to find her gone was a fright. 
The window curtains blew gracefully in the wind, 
Their ironic dance of doom was a sin. 
The ladder was left among the broken glass, 
The kidnapper knew they would never be found if ever asked.
Down below a search party grew, 
But where to look nobody knew. 
Near the park where she loved to play. 
Under the bridge that lie close to the bay. 
Up in the tree house hidden in the willows. 
In the basement blanket fort snuggled in the pillows.
On the swings down by the old school. 
In the neighbors backyard swimming in the pool. 
But nowhere that they looked did she appear, 
Losing her forever was their biggest fear. 
They could still see her in their memories, 
But all of that was gone on the first gentle breeze. 
Weeping siblings and a mourning mom, 
Could to be that she was really gone? 
They lowered her down into the silent earth, 
She'd lived in this sleepy town since her birth. 
Nothing like this had ever happened here, 
So why her? Why now? It wasn't fair. 
The flowers where placed upon her grave, 
All through the service her little sister had been so brave. 
They all went home but things just weren't the same, 
What had happened had brought the whole town to shame. 
She died at the too young age of seven, 
Earned her wings and flew to heaven.


This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves


Details | Free verse | |

Windward Song

When the clouds
 Become untied and divided
 Sometimes, colliding together
 Tumbling upside down or,
 They are knocking each other around....
 I know that's you up there
 Guiding me, humbly along
 So I am reminded again
 To be strong and push aside
 My longing and fear
 I can hear you mumbling
 " Hey brush aside them tears mummy "
 So I stop the tears from
 Being flooding tides I've hidden
 And instead of crying
 
.........I send you........
 
Sweet whispers , hugs , and kisses
 
 
Up to the windward side
Where the babies all sing
Locked in my heart
Is the song I always sang 
It eases the longing for you
Because I know, soon we'll be
Humming together 
As one, you and me!


Details | Bio | |

A tattoo of me

I love it when your waiting

My Dad at the school gate

Telling me to hurry up

We don't want to be late


For what I never really knew

But it was always fun

Holding on to Daddy's hand

And down the street we'd run


How was your day

You'd say to me

Tell me what you learnt

Guy Fawkes invented fireworks

And London once got burnt


That's right my love

You'd laugh and smile

Across the road we'd dart

A proud smile across my face

A warm glow in my heart


Now I live far far away

You can't get me from school

Home time is fun no more

And Mummy's just aren't cool


So Daddy I've been thinking

And I've have got a plan

A tattoo of me I'll give to you

To keep upon your hand


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Do My Children Know?

Do my children know how much I love them?
No, of course they don't.
They weren't allowed to know.

Do they know how intense the pain is,
to go forward,
while not being allowed
to be their mom, or their dad?

No, but they know the intensity of heartbrokeness,
while going forward,
without their parents,
whom they should have never been taken away from.

They know the depths of lack,
that they were never meant to know...
They know the fears and the terror
that a "supposedly good place"
will unmercifully and maliciously inflict.

They knew the courage, as babes,
that grown-ass folk
won't walk in.

They know that you can't trust
the government,
or the agencies,
or the people in those agencies,
that are suppose to protect them
and their family units.

How could they possibly know
the depths of my love for them?
When they are still
stuck there
surrounded by people
who destroyed
their family
and screwed with their beginnings?


Details | Lyric | |

In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Rhyme | |

I See You

I see you in the springtime
as flowers start to bloom.
I see you in the lovely sunsets
within the month of June.

I see you in the Autumn breeze
as leaves are lifted high.
I see you in the stars at night
in the cold December skies.

I see you in all things beautiful
throughout the day it seems.
I go to sleep at night and still,
I see you in my dreams.


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A Child Loaned

I'll lend you for a little time
 a child of mine, he said,
 for you to love the while she lives
 and mourn for when she's dead.
 
It may be six or seven years,
 or twenty two or three,
 But will you, till I call her back,
 take care of her for me?
 
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
 and should her stay be brief,
 You'll have her lovely memories
 as solace for your grief.
 
I cannot promise she will stay,
 since all from earth return;
 But there are lessons taught down there
 I want this child to learn.
 
I've looked this wide world over,
 in my search for teachers true;
 And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
 I have selected you.
 
Now will you give her all your love,
 nor think the labour vain;
 Nor hate me when I come to call,
 and take her back again?
 
I fancied that I heard them say,
 Dear Lord, Thy will be done;
 for all the joy the child shall bring,
 The risk of grief we'll run.
 
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
 We'll love her while we may;
 And for the happiness we've known,
 forever gratefull stay.
 
But should the angels call for her
 much sooner than we'd planned;
 We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
 and try to understand.
 
And maybe soon we will.


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Us

The strangers came today
they said you were gone.
Gone? 
Impossible.
They're wrong.
It's a mistake,
a sick joke,
a horrible dream.
You can't be gone.
It's too soon.
There's so much left unsaid,
so much left to do,
so much life left to live.
We need more time,
we need you.
So they're wrong…
completely, totally, 
and irrevocably, wrong.
It's a mistake,
a sick joke,
a horrible dream.
It has to be...
right?
Yeah, of course it is.
Cuz I'm not ready.
Nowhere near ready
to let you go,
to say goodbye,
to accept the truth,
to face reality,
to admit you're gone.
So for now,
I choose to believe that
they're liars,
and lunatics,
and bastards.
For now, they're wrong.
And everything's as it should be.
You are you.
We are as we've always been…
together,
a team,
a family.
Quite simply,
we are...us.


Details | Elegy | |

Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 2

A knife digs into my leg.
 I look down and see my leg turning the same colour as the other’s skin.
Rotting, putrid flesh, spreading its disease up my thigh.
Pain arcs across my chest, spilling into my neck. 
My hands, they’re becoming tentacles as well. 
I can feel my bones shattering, slicing through my skin.

A flash of pain, and I’m on my knees.
My head is splitting from the pain. I can’t even think.
What’s my name?
 Where am I?
 I hear a hoarse voice in the back of my mind.
Give in. Let go. Now.
Unfortunately I don’t have a choice. My mind, it feels crowded.
Something is in my mind. 
“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!” I scream, deafening myself.
A blood red is creeping across my vision, clouding my view.
More piercing pain, I can feel my back snapping. 
I topple over to my side. My body is convulsing uncontrollably.
Finally, the pain gets the best of me. I can’t take it any longer.
The pressure in my head, consuming my being. 
I attempt one last bravado. 
I cling to one memory. 
The memory of the girl. 
My daughter. 
But soon even she is corrupted. 
The voice, calling to me. Tempting me. Strangling my mind. 

Then, just before I black out, I hear her voice.
Come play with the me. Join us.
The sickly sweet, echoing charm of her morphs into a deep, throaty rumble.

Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | Free verse | |

Fly Home, Little Angel

“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet

A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about 
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”

Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011


Details | Free verse | |

Tears of a Jem

Alone in the world
he makes his way
no one to show him
right from wrong.

Beaten and abused
he rises above
the ashes of the past
covered in bruises and blood.

Sobbing and heartbroke
he screams his pain
out to a god
his baby in hold

Wishing to change the past
praying for a new life
his little girl there remains
dead and cold

He vented his anger
and killed his little jewel
the gem of his eye

his pain 
now forever immortalized
in those diamond tears.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Suicide Confession

Cut my wrist once, cut my wrist twice
Now my blood is flowing, so its time to
Say what’s on my mind,
I know you wont miss me, there’s
No reason why you should
But just hear my final confessions
If you would…..

I lost a good friend who meant a lot to 
Me, over a stupid misunderstanding
And a possible lie thought was brought 
To me. Everyone tried to sway me this
Way and that, but I still lost my friend
This is fact

I also lost my hear to which made me
Feel like a fool because I also lost my
Friend whom I lost my heart too. If 
Only I could do it all again…wait what
Am I talking about!?! See I told you I’m
A fool I wouldn’t change a thing this much
Is so true

I hurt these guys feelings and I cant take it
Back. I’m sorry but I don’t like you like that
My friends advised me to give one of them a
Chance but I couldn’t do it so I hurt them all
In the end

My family has been there right by my side
Drying my tears whenever I cried. But 
Sometimes they don’t realize the reason
Behind my tears, because I became an expert
Of hiding the pain and all of the hurt due to
Recent years

My biological father and his mother is a prick,
Believe me, spreading lies which causes pain
To my heart because somehow I feel its all
My fault. My birth separated my parents to 
this very day . So I feel very ashamed. Everyday
When I think of my biological dad I feel like
If it wasn’t for me, he would be with my 
Mother living happily

So now as I lay in the tub full of my blood
And tears, I say “Good-Bye” and “Thank You”
For listening to My Suicide Confessions…






Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 1

Hell freezes over. Fire into ice. 
Ice…but without the chill, the cold.
I try to rethink how this happened. 
How a world so green, so vibrant, become hell. 
And now a pale white wasteland.

Agony to relief. A relief that can’t possibly last. 
Impossibilities. A dream. Numbness.
As I emerge from my shelter, built to withstand dry heat, not cool precipitation.
I wonder at the beauty of this new and strange world.
The scorching I’ve received, now soothed by the cooler air.
Miniscule crystals, floating slowly to the earth, sticking to my hair. 
Like dust. Not cold.

I see others as well, marveling at this white world,
 revealing themselves to be inadequately clothed for this overnight change.
I hear a child’s laughter, excited screams as she experiences the cold for the first time.

I turn to watch, a smile on my face. 
There in the white, brash scarlet stains the pureness. 
The girl’s excitement turns to anguish.
She clutches her head, letting out a piercing cry.
Before my eyes, she transforms. 
Her arms, becoming broken and lengthy, ending in tentacles.
Her face, distorted beyond recognition.

More cries, bawling, hammering of fists.
All around me, those whom I’ve grown up with become unrecognizable.
Their skin becomes a sickly green beige, the colour of vomit.

Suddenly everything stops. Silence…






Details | I do not know? | |

Another Year On

So many things that go around,
Yet in this crowd there is no sound,
The world seams dead and void inside,
And I can’t seem to run and hide.

I hear her screaming out for help,
She gives a final wounded yelp,
She hits the floor and eyes turn black,
Now she knows she can’t turn back.

Those left behind hide up and die,
No one ever wants to cry,
The tears of blood cause too much pain,
Our poisoned hearts are not the same.

As your body dissolves to ash,
The whole world changes in a flash,
No more happiness for us to share,
No more mother to love and care.



Details | Rhyme | |

THE FAIR GIRL AND THE BLACK EGRET

In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime,
the fair girl found a tall, black egret  
with whom she could have a chat; 
and was it the same one that her parents rescued from the wild?


Among bulrushes taller than she actually was,
the anxious girl told that bird one of her wishes:
to hop on his back and fly as the happiest butterfly,
and find her mom whom she remembered singing a lullaby.

" Take me to my mom!"  she begged the wading bird.
" Nobody ever takes me there to visit her" she exclaimed.
" She may be miles away from here...way past the blue ocean!" 
He replied with little confidence, lacking a sense of emotion.


The fair girl kept on begging, until the black egret finally nodded.
" Thank you, kind bird...now let's fly and depart from this marshland!"
So the two of them ventured into a cloudy sky expecting no rainfall...
not until they had gotten there safely and heard that sweet mother's call..  


Details | I do not know? | |

Angel of mine

Angel of mines

You were my heart  my world my baby girl
It's still so hard for me to believe that you are gone
All I ever wanted for you was the best
To be able to see you walk, run and play
I wanted to see the woman that you would become someday
Although God had other plans he called you home
Now I sit here missing you and feeling so all alone
What I wouldn't give to see your beautiful smile
Or feel your innocent touch
You were our world Eygpt and we miss you so very much
I know that it isn't going to be easy living without you here
And all I can do is cry and my thoughts seem so unclear
At times I sit and wonder why God had to take you from us 
All to soon I had so many plans for you so many things we were going to do
I try to have peace in knowing that you are in a better place and one day again I will see your smiling face
So to you I say my child it's okay you can take God's hand he is going to walk with you to the promise land
And when it's time for the Lord to call me home just know my child that you will not be alone 
Sleep with the angels baby now you can rest I have no more worries because 
you're in the hands of the best!

R.i.p Baby girl Eygpt Shanea Johnson
Written with love just for you by your
big cousin Eleanor Bolden <3


Details | Verse | |

He Knows

What words can I use to ease the pain you carry in your heart,
It saddens me to see you suffering in a world gloomy and dark.
    All your days are filled with thoughts of  worries and guilty feelings,
From dusk till dawn you go on and on but your life has no meaning.
   These twisted ideas of your misunderstood emotions driving you insane,
Night after night you will toss and turn thinking  you are the blame .
   There was nothing more we could do that would have changed that day,
It was his time and we had no choices because that is just Gods way .
   You must remember  he was never alone no matter  what you may remember,
Please get by this and get on with your life and forget that day in late September.
   How angry he would be if  he was here and saw how you  have not moved on,
That's something we know he would say by telling you that you are wrong.
   I can't imagine him ever wanting you to stop living after he had passed away,
Don't be a fool wasting your life thinking about me that's what he would  say.
   How do I help make it better for you so there is no more pain ,
First you must stop feeling it's your fault and stop taking the blame .
   Get out of this  cold dark and lonely place start living your life,
Move on to better days where you will sleep through the nights.
   He has never left you and has been here beside you all along,
Here to help you to get on with your life now that he is gone.
   It's your happiness that has him trapped here in our time ,
He will move on to where he must be once he is out of your mind.
   Think only of the good things and the love that was always there,
You never have to worry anymore he has always known you cared .
   Please do this for me so you can see you will alwys be daddy's girl,
I need you back the way you were which was a part of my world.
Tac



Details | Rhyme | |

In the Woods

I found your clothes
And your little pink lunchbox
Why was it you they chose
Of you, nobody talks

How old were you
What was your name
I wish I knew
Who was to blame

I hope there wasn't pain
I hope it didn't last long
Maybe your name was Jane
Did you see them come along

Why do they do this
They take peoples lives
Take a girl from bliss
Using their knives

I hope it's better up there
Away from those woods
What happened wasn't fair
I wish it was me, instead, in the woods

*Written on May 8, 2012*


Details | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


Details | I do not know? | |

I Hate

I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times
I hate that the real *****es hate me
I hate being cautious so they don’t ***** about me

I hate that I cry over everything
I hate that people know I cry over everything
I hate that I hide from them anyway
I hate that they actually don’t care 

I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year
I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that
I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him
I hate the fact that he’s all I really have left

I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn’t care about me
I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me
I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn’t be bothered
I hate that, in my eyes, they don’t deserve to be called mum and dad

I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father
I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day
I hate that they left me closer to my father
I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer

I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me
I hate that I feel like I’m a third wheel
I hate that I feel like my friend’s don’t trust me
I hate that I feel like I can’t trust my friends

I hate the feeling of loneliness
I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine
I hate that I write to create a better life than my own
I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented

I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor
I hate that I had to make a role model for myself
I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be
I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to

I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention
I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade
I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention
I hate that I am relied on because of my grades

I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body
I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age
I hate not being trusted upon
I hate people treating me as a kid

I hate not telling people how I feel
I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier
I hate not being able to share how I feel with people
I hate being scared that they won’t care.

I hate people judging me
I hate judging people
I hate that feeling of giving up
I hate the feeling of losing when I didn’t give up

I hate the choices I have made
I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream
I hate people thinking they are so much better than me
I hate the fact that they are right

I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend
I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me
I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life
I hate that it has fallen apart

I hate hurting the people I love
I hate them not loving me anymore
I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people
I hate the fact I do it anyway

I hate knowing that I do all of this
I hate knowing I hate all of this
I hate trying to change it
I hate that I am not able to change it

I hate that I try not to give up hope
I hate knowing all hope is lost
I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway
I hate knowing I failed at that too

But most of all

I hate not being able to express this until now
I hate that this still won’t change a thing
I hate thinking that it still might
I hate knowing that no one cares


Details | Couplet | |

The Nightmares

Nightmares that come are so bad I'm  afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak

A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate

Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died

Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead



(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old.  Back then people used 
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor.  The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed 
her and the next morning she was dead.  The  doctor who examined  the corpse said that 
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)


Details | Haiku | |

Eleven

     



       
Eleven 

Sad heart breaks in two.
A walk with pain, sorrow, death,
unbearable pain.
Daddy snatched away from her.
Scared, defenceless, eleven.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Child, 1 2 1

A spirit as fragile as glass
A soul virgin in depth
As innocent to the world as to him or herself.
A stranger to emotions, a vessel covered in flesh and a unknown purpose here, on this earth  
to be discovered , yet.
Circumstances surrounding his or her conception is not known, but the child is a "gift" from 
one... to two...then back to one.
The Child is "joy" whether a daughter or son.
A world commanded by nine and not by ten, created of three, defined as one.
Let the writer's write about the child's world in view and inform the Gatekeeper to prepare to review .  

copyright @2004,2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins  


Details | Narrative | |

Her Personal Curse (Part Two) *warning, graphic in nature*

I felt his fingers bruising my flesh, tearing me till I bled onto him.
He made me taste it for him, I thought this would be the night I died.
Panic seized me anew when he settled between my thighs and pressed in.
A pain like none of his blows seized me, as he pinned me where I lye



I began to fight him again, digging my own nails into his shoulders.
It didn’t seem to anger him anymore as he pushed sending fire through me.
He let me scream now, and the bed banged the wall, but nobody heard.  
All I could think about was my mother in the next room, oblivious to my screams.

 He pound his member deep inside me as I gasped and begged him to stop
I called him by his name, and still, his hands grabbed hard as he continued to thrust.
Some of the pain subsided as he took me, I must have slowly slipped into shock.
I felt his hot release inside of me, as I lye under this man I once thought I could trust.

Spent and dripping sweat, he fell down against me, crushing the breath from my lungs.
I felt his lips suckle my neck, as he leaned off to knead my breast.
I lay limp as he kissed me, I could still taste vodka on his tongue.
I lay there being fondled by my mother’s 28 year old house guest.

He hardened again against my thigh, while he continued exploring my body
He murmured empty words to me before flipping me over onto my stomach.
I tried to get up and crawl away but he pushed my head down from behind me.
I screamed against the mattress while he took me, preying for it to go by quick.

It was dawn before he left me, aching and soiled down to my bones.
I curled up onto the mattress after he told me no one would ever believe me.
I was stunned that this could happen to me in my own home.
I thought of my mother sleeping in such close vicinity.

She must have left and I didn’t hear her, I thought. I didn’t want to face the fact
That she had been there, steps away while I begged and pleaded for rescue.
But as I painfully left my bed to prove to myself that she wasn’t there to stop the attack,
I stepped out into the hallway and heard her snoring, the door left open to her room.

Passed out on her own bed, left as vulnerable as I had been left, she was untouched.
While I was riddled with bruises and blood, scars inside that would never heal.
I ran to her shaking her awake to tell her, wanting to be consoled so much.
She looked at me, still drunk, as if wondering how she should feel.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

A missed poem

he carries his newborn child
passengers on the  backseat
a widower just cycles
no choice but his bike 

father and rickshaw rider
sad thoughts of his dead wife
lovingly holding his child
he rides with his fate

a girl feels her fathers love
happy passengers arrived
a widower and newborn
on their bike for life

@ Elly Wouterse

Form - a reality dodoitsu (if that form does not exist.......  maybe this is a reason...?? 
Note: About a,  great,  rickshaw rider 
Describing an image and a true story from India.(Mail on line Oktober 25th - an online newspaper ) about  - among other things - parental love, perseverance and hope... 


Details | Senryu | |

Lost Forever

Casey Anthony--
found not guilty, yet her child
is lost forever


Details | Sonnet | |

Goneril & Regan (King Lear)

Ladies of untrue filial ingratitude
I doubt if you are genuine to the crown
Your love thrown to a villain's attitude
The old king sees now that love speaks than clown
Words. For ladies who plucks respected beard
And poison for love is what thou see'st
A daughter who calls love silent is heard
But who dare throws own self to the tempest?
The tool that united you against your blood
Stained and split you against your selves
You shall never be reborn in this world
If you were, you should not be your selves
Women of ruthless heartlessness who turn
Milk of humanity to demonic buns


Details | I do not know? | |

Mommy's Prayer and Lullaby

Mommy's little princess
is almost all grown up.
A danzel in distress, 
or just the average slut?
She traded in her bouncy curls
for a sharp silver knife.
She's picking fights with other girls
and wants to end her life. 
Under all the make up, 
and behind the painted smile...
She knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the mother she'll always keep...
is somewhere watching over her
as she goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.

Mommy's little super hero
has grown over two feet.
He traded in his sword and shield
for a few bags of weed.
He knows he has to be a man, 
but still, he wonders why.
So complicated and unfair, 
this concept of goodbye.
Under the layers of black clothes, 
behind the dilated eyes, 
is a secret to behold, 
even super heros cry.
But he knows that when he looks up
he can feel her for a while.
The Mommy he once knew, 
the mother he'll always keep.
is somewhere watching over him
as he goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby,

Mommy's little baby
is now in middle school.
And now she takes it upon herself
to create her own rules.
He sister is not her mom, 
and her brother is not her dad, 
but at the end of the day
they're all she's ever dad.
Under all the questions
about things she's never known, 
Every night she wonders
why her family had to go.
But she knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the Mother she'll always keep
is somewhere watching over her
as she gets in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.


Details | Free verse | |

God Rant

Why, God? Why?
Are you lonely? Do you not have enough
company? You mean to tell me
that it is so empty up in Heaven that you just
had to take my daughter’s mom? At 38 years old
you just had to have
her, didn’t you? I can picture it; all that room and
you’re just thinking, “Hmm, you know, I think I
need to make someone suffer for
a couple of months in front of her 8 year old
and 13 year old daughters, then take her
and have her up here to keep me company.” Yup,
I figure that’s pretty much what
You were thinking. Why else would you take
her? You needed a nurse that badly? She was a
good nurse in her day, you know. And
you forced my little, now 9 year old daughter to
be a nurse, taking care of her mom during the
months you saw fit to make her suffer. Yeah,
that was real necessary, huh? I suppose that’s
part of her training or her maturation process. How
much do you require of your subjects? What
price worship? Do you need blood to love? She’s
only nine years old! Why did you take
her mother? 
Why God, why?


March 29, 2008
We have rebounded well from this loss. My daughter is
happy and strong. I have since forgiven God and he
has forgiven me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wish You Were Here

We never think our lives,
are in vain.
We always believe we have purpose –
even amidst the pain.
Wish you knew.

It’s hard to watch a loved one stumble,
and drift away.
Yet, it’s more difficult to watch the misery –
while you try and make them stay.
Wish you cared.

I imagine the good years, was it reality
or some sick dream?
I consider the happy times,
were they what they seemed?
Wish you had stayed.

We weren’t enough to mask the misery –
or hide your resentful eyes .
In the end we weren’t your happiness –
weren’t important, life-long ties.
Wish you were happy.

We’re a vacant shell of memories,
darkened with a cold, distant emptiness.
We’re wretchedly dying inside daily –
our broken hearts you will forever possess.
Wish you were here.


Details | Narrative | |

Today Is September 1 2007

On this day 16 years ago a beautiful baby girl was born.
As I cried they took her away.
My grandmother watching as if nothing were wrong.
Photos came for a brief moment then stopped
She was gone never to be herd from or seen.
It seemed as if she just vanished.
The agencies said her new family had moved.
No forwarding address to be found.
They apologize for the inconvenience.
Trying to convince me not to give up hope.
Hope what is this, something I find hard to have.
Years have come and gone and not a word.
The last photo I reserved she must have been 3 or 4 years old.
My search it still continues today, 
but not a trace of her or her family do I see.
On this the anniversary of her birth
 I still cry for the loss of my baby girl I bore so long ago.


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

THE LONESOME FLUTE PLAYER

Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny.


He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut,
as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog;
and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog,
he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight. 


Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days
underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood;
and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes,
you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness.


Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek:
they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit;
little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East;
be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast. 


All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep,
grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed;
and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew...
devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue.


You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome,
take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed;
continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved,
and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.


Details | Ballad | |

A Question of Honor

Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views


Details | Verse | |

elected

home land my claims my status false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines, to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....


Details | Free verse | |

Deadbeat Dad

today I didnt expect this but hey what can i say im the bad one now so woot woot hooray im the one who had a child and turned my back on it im the one who got its hopes up and stepped on it im the one who never calls on its birthdays until three weeks later coming up with excuses so it can feel better but when it tried to leave me i just couldnt let it go so i did what i know best and grabbed on its hopes and i stepped on it yet again, im the bad one now so lets not forget and wow it got crabby but i didnt care, why should i when i was never there but hey it was a mistake, the only reason why i talk to it so i can continue this game why should i take blame, it should blame itself, if it never exist i wouldnt be living in hell it left me finally woot woot hooray now i can live my own life without it in my way so in the future if i ever see it, i will just continue to walk on by as if it didnt exist.............................


Details | Free verse | |

Baby Girl Of Mine

I wrote this to help someone special to me:

I lost my daughter today.
Sadness threatens to overwhelm me.
Grief consumes my every thought.
 
Pain fills my entire body.
The words send a shock to my heart.
My legs fail me as I fall to the floor
Knowing it was to come,
Realizing it is in God’s will,
Nothing makes it easier to deal with.
 
My heart crumbles under the weight
I know all the pieces will never be found.
A wound created that will never heal.
A constant reminder of what is gone.
 
Desire to become a forever family.
Hope of taking away too much pain.
Dreams of her eyes filling with child like joy.
Plans of everyday growing up and learning
All cause to mourn, all things I won't get to again see.
 
I long for the comfort others might have,
Joy her in the arms of someone who truely loves her,
Peace in knowing she is being properly cared for.
The knowledge that we will be together again.
 
I lost my daughter today.
There are no kisses to brighten my soul.
No grave to visit and seek refuge at.
The rest of the world will never notice,
For the daughter I lost was never really mine.
 
She is alive somewhere else 
Not by my choice but by theirs
For it is not I that gets to kiss her good night
I lost my daughter today at yet it is like the world does not care
Really she was more mine than theirs... 
 
I lost my daughter today...
I lost my daughter today...
Don't worry baby girl we will be together ....
someday..!


Details | Rhyme | |

Yes, There Really Are Monsters

The content of this poem is semi-graphic, so please be aware of that before you 
read.......


Yes, There Really Are Monsters

Growing up as a child, I never wanted to sleep alone.
Fearful of the isolated darkness and mostly the unknown.
“Mommy is there monsters?” a question I would commonly ask.
“Only on Halloween my dear, the ones we see in masks”

Still not satisfied with her answer, I questioned her more.
Asking her the same old thing as I did the night before.
Frustrated and exhausted, she took me by my little hand.
Looking under my bed, in my closet; even the night-stand.

“So see my daughter the monsters are only in your head.”
“It’s time to get some sleep Stacy Lynn, now do as I have said.”
Respecting mommy's wishes; my little body trembling with fear.
Wishing the hour was morning, praying for “him” not to appear.

But as darkness faded, an uncomfortable silence fell about.
I could hear the monster stirring, preparing to come out.
Hoping the noises I heard, were my brothers fooling around.
Pulling covers tightly over my head; praying not to be found.

Footsteps getting closer, the monster is at the foot of my bed.
I hear his heavy breathing; this is not at all what mommy said.
Quietly lifting covers back, he lays down in the bed beside me. 
Touching, groping and mauling; covering my eyes so I can't see.

He took away my childhood and my trust and self-esteem.
A pleading child without a voice, invisible as it would seem.
"So yes my daughter there are monsters, everywhere we look."
Stating as I remembered my childhood and everything he took.


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten



" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


Details | Ballad | |

ASHLEY HAD A SMALL GOAT

Ashley Had a Small Goat
Oh, Ashley had a Small goat,
Small goat, Small goat,
Ashley had a Small goat,
And he had a coat of white

He followed her to school one day,
School one day, school one day,
He followed her to school one day,
And drank a some water.

 Oh, once he ate a spinach can, 
Spinach can, spinach can, 
once he ate a spinach can, 
Also a line of clothes.

The clothes can do no harm inside, 
Harm inside, harm inside, 
the clothes can do no harm inside, 
But oh! The spinach can!

 The can was filled with achemical,
chemical , chemical chemical,
The can was filled with a chemical,
Which the goat  thought was food

He rubbed against poor Ashley's chin,
Ashley's chin, Ashley's chin,
He rubbed against poor Ashley's chin,
His deep distress to ease.

 
There was a flash of girl and goat,
Girl and goat, girl and goat
There was a flash of girl and goat
And they were seen no more..

(Slowly)
Ashley's soul to Heaven went,
Heaven went, Heaven went,
Ashley's soul to Heaven went,
And Mr. Goat went there too.


Details | Haiku | |

Disdainful Haiku

Raped by Confusion
No one has a clue about
My lame, weird haiku  

Disdain is like rain,
Dripping continuely...yet
I ponder...wander

I think about you
And how treated me so
You're as sweet as pie

Something is missing
Oh! Something drives me insane...
Disdainful haiku

Why are unclear?
You're like a Positive Sheep
But, in wolve's clothing

Something smells fishy
Is it your odor or what?
Your attitude stinks

I think about you 
You've treated me badly...how
Dare you...oh you jerk!!

Drain away your tears
Don't bottle it up inside
Angst pierces my soul

Disdainful haiku -
Why are you so cruel to me?
Never stop trying (poets)!!! 


Details | Rhyme | |

Always Shine

Tame thy shattered heart, with thou tragic tears;
of lost love tyrannies, of many truth less years.
I give you back my heart, fort it’s near a bust;
a ruptured, leaking vessel, pumps hatred and lust.

As the stars shine brightly, they softly speak your name;
the tongue slips gently, and casts it’s shameless blame.
Near a deadly defeat, of a broken spiritual bliss –
Casts one vibrant, beautiful star, which we’ll forever miss.

I’ll relinquish this guilt of who must now be found;
this diminishing self-serving star, whose now never around.
As the night turns into darkness, I’ll search for that star –
just to capture a glimpse, of this brilliant stellar very far.

And when I’m sad and lonely and are in need of my friend;
I’ll always remember that fading star and this broken heart I tend.
I’ll close my teary, weary eyes, and cast a wish far above –
Shine, shine little star – so brightly filled with love.


Details | I do not know? | |

When a house isnt a home

out of the car, and up the walk,
i go to the door and unlock the 
lock

loud voices through the  door
empties my heart  a little more

they yell about money, they 
yell about love
they yell about who goes down 
below or up above

she calls him crazy, he says 
"just maby"
he tells her he wants to go
she starts to cry and say she 
didnt know

then she starts to beg for 
forgivness
she wants to start over
but nobody really wants to 
relive this


i pull out the key and realize
now,
how things have to be 

this is when my house isnt a 
home to me                  





Details | Elegy | |

FINAL NESTING BOX

You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon become.

I stroked this woman 
now bent back to foetus pose.
Once sworled to shell, 
wrapped inside myself,
Safe.
Now boned to carcass stick.

I wanted to hold one more time,
my child, 
frightened the last air would puff to nought from its hollowed breast.
But my sparrow turned and smiled,
a grimace to crack open any gates of envisaged hell.
Macabre teeth, once glowing love and laughter to the skies,
Now pecked to ochre stalks.

The pitiful bird pained to move.
Mucous mouth clacked open wide
To receive some lasting morsel of life.
Only its beady blue gaze 
flashed a soul of its former self, 
eyes to haunt the sea.
I swallowed back my tide of tears,  
waves of memory flooding sands of life we’d shared,
from fledgling dawn cry to this,
the final nesting box.

I wanted to stuff this cot with down 
of a million eider.
To cosset and hold soft this scrawn, gnawed through. 
Pluck teal, goose, swan.
‘Who would have thought it would come to this?’ it croaked a laugh.
I matched smile with smile.
I held the tiny claw.
Desperate not to cling too much to pain, 
too much to past.

I wanted to wrap up this dying bird 
Limp, in my hanky.
White folded white, fold on fold.
Run through the streets
shouting at the world, at some unseen power.
NO. 
She’s mine. She’s safe. Take me. 
What cruelty did I do?  
What evil must be stuffed in this maternal breast
To hold this daughter dust in my arms?


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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


Details | Free verse | |

Living Angel

Her eyes spoke of love beyond any comparison.
Simple glances she could speak volumes of words.
No language spoken by voice though much power,
Intently she was observant to her surroundings.
Graciously she painted concern with attitude.
Sometimes so sternly advocating her desires,
Strong and dainty from her facial expressions,
Strong and firm her deliverance was given.
Protector of family for eighteen years she gave.
Her mind was efficient and carried life high.
Not a companion a family member so dear,
She witnessed illness, took action quickly.
Strong mind but weakened body, driving forward,
Asking in her gaze, she told of needs and desires.
Her name, Heidi, a game she played when young.
Carrying it forward to daily actions she had won.
Hiding her eyes from anyone, no one could see.
Upon her face as she gazed back, unhidden now,
Was a glory and loving smile, with sparkling eyes.
She shall be remembered with such affection true.
Lost we are now without her presence each moment,
Quietness passes our days and nights without her walk.
No “Tick Tick Tack“as her paws use to tap the floor.
Missing her yawn upon her first wakeup each day,
Her presence no more still reminded by our hearts.
Her spotted coat remembered by all our surroundings.
Dalmatian by breed, Living Angel, now Angel in Heaven,
Upon a future time, we’ll be reunited, with a living Angel.



Written in Memory, for much more than a dog,
She was a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, protector, friend, buddy, pal, neighborhood 
watcher, along with so much more.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Crime

A Crime

I Had the Sweetest Little Girl.
She Was My Maiden Fair.
I Taught Her to Believe in Life,
And What it Means to Care.

She Grew up to Be a Lady,
Went to School and Became a Nurse.
I Was the Proudest Parent Alive
You Would Have Thought She Was the First.

Then My World Kind of Tilted,
As She Stood There with Her News.
She Said She Had Joined the Service....
It Was Time to Pay Her Dues.

They Sent Her to Vietnam.
She Would Be Gone for Maybe a Year.
I Wrote Letters and Sent Pictures
And Tried to Hide My Fear.

They Knocked on My Door One Day...
Missing in Action They Said.
But How Could That Be??
I Cried...Please God , Don't Let Her Be Dead!

That Prayer Was Never Answered,
But She Finally Was Sent Home.
I Still Have Dreams and Nightmares
About Her Death and Her Dying Alone.

Dear God Please Forgive Me,
I Am So Bitter about That War.
Fifty Eight Thousand of Our Young People Died,
Not Really Knowing What They Were Fighting For.

My Daughter's Name Is on That Wall.
She Died Way Before Her Time .
I Know She Is Not Really Alone,
But to Me...her Death Remains a Crime.

Connie Moore
10/2013


Details | I do not know? | |

"Poverty Verses Welfare"

Time is running out,only to find out,you have to kiss ass to survive in America. Wish I had a 
better life, instead I'm stuck kissing Welfare ass in order to survive, Free is what the rich 
believe, When the ones who struggle trying to find a way to eat, The rich whites has no 
worries, They can survive, pay bills, live the nice life, Keep their families fed, When I look 
through the eyes of the homeless men, women and children, I ask how can anyone turn 
them away, What if it was you and your babies out there? You don't begin to understand, 
because you and your babies aren't here! The poor can't find no job, because of skin color 
or for what their beliefs are, When you in your up to date car,you will never see past your 
riches for just a moment to see what your doing to my loved ones and me. Material things 
don't make you, It's what you do for those less fortunate than you. Come and live our life 
for a week, I bet you would get so weak you wouldn't even begin to know how to speak I 
live on not that much, just enough to to pay some of the rent, I have a baby and don't know 
where I'm going to be the next day, America is a big slave country, they want to ship all jobs 
over seas so they can make they Chinese slaves by paying them less, for us the ones who 
needs a job badly do without, so they have a good reason for us to rob, murder, sell dope, 
so they can through us in jail and make us work for the government for FREE, Well isn't it 
just one big mess? You live everyday trying to make a way, One thing though the rich is not 
immune to that kind of living, we the poor are . We know how to hustle and pan handle hard, 
Where the rich don't know anything by far! Stay strong, and don't get weak ever, that's what 
they want. Stay positive alright.


Details | I do not know? | |

loved one

a smile upon my face
warmth inside my heart
this is what I felt
when we began to start
in a different place
and at another time
a love for ever broken
now no longer mine
you begin to fade away
left presence I can’t see
but I can feel you here
still watching over me
your a whisper I can’t here
and a touch that I can’t feel
I’m talking to you now
I love you and always will


Details | Lyric | |

Last Day

Dear dad,

Today,
is the day
and I am afraid.
 
I will come to tell you.
I have found my someone.
So I'm asking, will you walk me through? 
Down the aisle
With my white gown.
Will you hand me over?
To this mean man.
So he can carry me away
possibly see you again someday?
Daddy?

I just wanted to let you know
As I sit on this white snow.
Writing to you.
That I am glad
You are my dad.

My heart has finally met it's match.
He's kind I tell you.
I am lucky to be with him, he's part of a special few.
But really I want to cry.
This man in all black is not mine.
Oh, why me?
That should not be dieing before my daddy!

Remember?
When I was a child.
We went for ice-cream.
We walked for a mile.
Just so I could sleep, a sweet dream.

And today
is the day
and I am afraid.
That death knocked on my door.
Took me away and married me.
Oh, how it's funny,
that you can still be free.
This is what he did daddy:

He reached out his hand,
and lied.
I lay out mine 
and I died.

So I just wanted to let you know,
That you were the best.
I am glad,
That you were my dad.

And today,
I die,
And say,
Bye, Bye.
 



Details | ABC | |

abortion

Mommy I love you
 This is my goodbye
 You said you wanted me
 But it was all a lie
 Your boyfriend left you 
So now I'm a joke
 I didn't drown
 I didn't choke
 I should get to live
 Like you did
 Laugh and play 
Like any other kid
 Well you've made up your mind
 So now I'm not here
 I didn't want to die
 Its a babies biggest fear
 Babies shouldn't die
 Over a persons choosing
 Let me be adopted
 Then its only you I'm losing
 Abortion is selfish
 It means you have no heart
 If God wanted it to happen
 He would have added that part


Details | I do not know? | |

She left

She left after many years
She left without a word
I wonder why she'd do that
Just for me not to be near.

I tried to keep her safe
I tried and now i failed

I know she won't forgive me
No matter what it is i say

I tried to keep her safe
She didnt even care
She left me with a boken heart
A broken spirit
A broken family

She left after many years
She without a word
I wish she said something
So i could so near


Details | Senryu | |

If Only

White powder chaser Her eyes stare like a lost soul Statistic is she http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php


Details | Couplet | |

SATAN'S TORMENT

Torment manifests in my soul
Loved ones seem compelled to console

I live my past again and again
People’s sympathies bring back pain

Suppressed feelings vanquish
Longing grief shall languish

Infuriating my flesh with pain
Someone remind him of his shame

How I wonder about her fears
Far beyond my withered tears

Believe me when I tell you this
My child’s father stole her bliss

Such torment frustrates my world
Satan exploited my little girl

How can I subjugate this hell 
When Satan lives within her shell ?




Details | I do not know? | |

Another Place

A different address, a different place
While we’re still running, they’ve finished the race

They’re resting in peace with God above
But we’re left crying for our undying love

At the moment of conception, you were ours to hold
But nobody knew what the future would hold

Every year comes around, the month of May
We’re left empty- handed on Mother’s Day

No body to love that we can see of feel,
But the fact still remains, the baby was real

Are we less of a woman?  Are we less of a mother?
If out children were here, they would want no other

They’re no less our babies, cause we don’t see their face
They’re just at a different address, in a different place


Details | I do not know? | |

Musical Notes That Soothe The Soul

You come home with a grim expression
Ignoring the screaming and fighting
Another trashed night of insults and threats from your parents
Blams flying left and right but the only thing you can think about is getting to your santuary
Placing the headphones on, blocking the noises of broken glass and collapsing bodies
You hit play quickly and soon your day has suddenly become more bareable
You relax finally and lay yourself down on your floor
Holding yourself in the fetal position, hugging your knees tightly
You close your eyelids and take a deep breath
No more fighting
No more sadness
Only happiness and joy fill your mind
The beats and different tones coarse through your ears not screams and insults
You tap your index fingure on your knee to the beat of the music
Humming and singing to the lyrics
You begin to imagine your own little world where you can escape to
You smile widely as you see your parents looking at you and grinning back
They invite you into their arms for a warm embrace
You take it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment
You cry tears of happiness and bliss
You look up to them and you say: "I Love you"
But when your world suddenly began to fade away 
and reality came into view
You brace yourself for the blow to your stomach
Crashing to the ground, you hold youself and cover your face
Your mother shouting and pleading your father to stop
Your hair being pulled, slamming you against the wall
Grabbing your arms tightly he squeezes as hard as he could, hearing the crunch
Your blood curdling scream doesn't phase him a bit
Your mother tries to help you but he slams her into the corner of the wall
You slump to your floor again, laying there as you have a clear view of what is happening
Suddenly a knife comes raining down, you hold out your arm
Your mother now is suffering pain so severe 
He comes up to you and roughly kicks your face
He leaves as you hear tires screaching and slowly the sound fades away
Now the only thing you hear is your so called 'little world' behind you
As your vision suddenly turns black


Details | Rhyme | |

Watching

I watched

I watched when I was younger, a woman lose her life

To a man, to a rock, to a knot, and never become a wife.

I watched when I was seven the most beautiful woman alive

She was oh so amazing, with big brown eyes

And two dimples at the corner of her smile

Before and now, she has walked a thousand.

I watched a woman began to hate

Herself and her life and begin to question her fate.

I watched a woman meet her prince

Only to be abused, and used at her own expense

And introduced to the “rock” of her life

That later brought on never ending strife.

I watched a little boy tie his shoestrings in a knot

 A woman reach up, to cup, and feel a knot

A daughter fight back the knot in her chest

 For her mom has lost her right, and now left breast

A son that was buried underneath the sun

Only to think of the “rock” because, this is where it begun.


Details | I do not know? | |

Theif In The Night

WHERE THERE SHOULD BE THE PITTER PATTER OF LIL FEET AND BUTTERFLY KISSES THERE IS A COLD SILENCE AND BITTER TEARS,WHEN THERE SHOULD BE EARLY MORNING CARTOONS CERAL SPILLS IN MY BED THERE IS ONLY DARKNESS AND COLD SHEETS, A THEIF CAME IN MY HOUSE AND I NEVER EVEN KNEW I LOOKED HIM IN HIS EYES AND THOUGHT HE LOVED YOU
I TRUSTED HIM WITH YOUR MOMMY AND THOUGHT YOUD BE SAFE I NEVER IMAGINED WE'D BE HERE AT THIS PLACE,A THIEF IN THE NIGHT CAME IN MY HOUSE ONE DAY STEALING YOUR MOMMMYS HOPES AND DREAMS AND LEAVING WITH YOU HE TOOK YOUR PRECIOUS SMILE, AND LAUGHTER TOO, HE TOOK AWAY OUR FUTURE THIS MONSTER IN OUR HOUSE THAT WE NEVER EVEN KNEW! HE USED THE NAME OF GOD AND SPOKE WELL TOO HE WORE A MASK OF KINDNESS THEN ROBBED US THROUGH AND THROUGH, EACH DAY IS FOR EVER LACKING AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME I SHOULD BE TEACHING YOU TO COUNT NOW AND EVEN SPELL YOUR NAME, I KNOW YOUR IN HEAVEN AND I TRY TO PUSH THROUGH, I WATCH YOUR MOMMY TRY TO FIND HER WAY NOT UNDERSTANDING HOW SHE NEVER KNEW, I KNOW WE HAVE TO MOVE ON SOMEHOW AND APRECIATE THE LIFE WE HAVE LEFT BUT IT JUST GETS SO HARD SOMETIMES WITHOUT YOU IN OUR PATH I PRAY EACH DAY FOR STRENGTH AND PEACE FOR OUR FAMILY THAT MISSES YOU BUT EVERY TIME I SEE A CHILD I WISH IT COULD BE YOU, I WAS BLESSED TO BE YOUR NANA AND I DONT KNOW EXACTLY HOW TO DEAL I SEE FRIENDS WITH THEIR GRANDBABIES AND IT JUST DOESNT SEEM REAL I WISH I COULD WAKE UP FROM THIS TERRIBLE NIGHT MARE, OR EVEN WAKE UP IN HEAVEN CAUSE ATLEAST YOU'LL BE THERE!


Details | Rhyme | |

This Habit's Got A Hold Of Me I Can't Break It

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton  
 02/05/11


Details | I do not know? | |

Sleep Little One

One, two, three sleep little one.
Sleep now for tomorrow  will come soon.
 tomorrow will come, and I will go.
So sleep little one for in the morning 
when you awake I will be gone.
Not a trace of me shall remain.
So sleep little one and save a dream of me.


Details | Free verse | |

Things come and go

Things come and things go,
but life always moves on.
A little girl stood by a grave, 
head bowed,
tears flowed. 
Her father set his hand on her shoulder, 
And told he told her
Things come, And things go,
But everday we find more to love,
Never replacing what was lost,
But never fear to fall in love,
The pain of loss will come, 
The pain of loss will go


Details | Elegy | |

The Grandfather You'll Never Know

I remember how I cried
The day my father died.
The doctor laid the blame
When he said that cancer came:
Lymph nodes, lungs,
Philosophy of Carl Jung,
Words of explanation
For everything, no blame,
Too late for shame.

The final service was long.
I tried to be strong.
But the stench of red carnations
Can still fill my imagination,
People’s faces,
Words of the Lord’s graces.
Planted in a peaceful lawn,
For the shell of this world is gone,
Yoked into heavenly bliss.
But, when I think of him
There's so much we missed.

I remember how I’ve sighed,
Thinking of my dad with pride.
I’d sit on his knee
My ear to his chest,listening to him hum,
And he’d give me his pennies for free.
He would mow, I’d sweep,
Then we’d have a snow cone treat.
Poles, bait bucket, tackle box,
Days we spent fishing from piers and docks.

Hair black like Elvis’,
Ears and features like Clark Gable’s,
Loud animated stories
Of his oil company job,
At the dinner table.
Fedora, big pleated trousers,
A pocket watch on a chain,
When I close my eyes
I can see him again.

I look in the mirror and can see his eyes,
Staring back at me in an eternal guise.
He didn’t live on to see me grown, 
Missed out conversation on the problems I’ve known.
But his gifts of life,
And his gifts of earthly love
Still ground me on earth,
Angelically guarding and guiding
Like the finest made glove
Existing throughout our human family's
Journey of love.


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LeSchea's Letter to her Mommy

Hello Mommy.
Please don't blame yourself
for my death.
Please don't blame daddy.
Most importantly, please don't blame GOD.
GOD doesn't take away what we love.
It was a surprise to me too mommy.
I love you and miss you.
I think about you all of the time 
I am always watching over you.
Mommy always remember I am 
your guardian angel.  Also,  I am so proud of you.
Even though I am in heaven;
your on Earth;  I still believe that 
you are a wonderful mother.
Any child would be very fortunate
to have a mother like you.
Mom, I don't want you to 
think you are a nobody .
Mommy, you are somebody.
You are my mom.
You do have a purpose
and GOD has big plans for you.
I love you mommy
and GOD loves you.
Stay strong mommy'
LeSchea


Details | Couplet | |

Entangled

Barely out of her teens, just seventeen
To be like the rest, she has to be seen

Peer power, to be amidst, life's pressure shows
Her hunger to be accepted, internally grows

Dark corners she turns into an unseen abyss
Becomes a parents nightmare, she's still in wish

No matter their words to allure her to family life
Peer power, she's amidst, deeper in strife

From alcohol to drugs to sleeping around
What becomes of ones daughter, so quiet and sound

Then came the day, but does their nightmare end
Their daughter so precious, into darkness descend

Peer power has taken, entangled she has become
No longer is she amidst, her blood no longer runs

Bravado, call it what you like, was a bridge to far
Peer power, now just forgotten, a momentary star










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php


Details | I do not know? | |

9701

Its hard enough trying not to cry,
but the tears burn right through my eyes.
As this empty void becomes a deeper hole
I begin to realize.
That if I could just hold her tight,
and tuck her in her bed at night.
Keep her safe and warm and all her feelings calm
while I sing her a lullaby.
I look outside of my window every day,
Hoping that I could hear her laugh as I watch her play.
but you say shes gone off to a better place,
So tell me God is she ok?


Details | Rhyme | |

INDIAH

Indiah...

Your smile is like a thousand rainbows,
Your little face so soft and pure.

Your hand so small when you held mine,
Your beautiful spirit so divine.

Your gift of love and joy began,
The day you came to us with your master plan.

You sparkled like the stars in the sky at night,
Your eyes were the window that held the moon so bright.

I wish you could have stayed so that I could have seen how you had grown,
I had so many plans for you but you had plans of your own.

Only a beautiful sunset could describe how you left,
Disappearing behind the earth to a place for you to rest.

We all will be with you one day in that land,
Where the space in our hearts will be filled up again.

So I'll wait on this earth and live and learn all that I can,
Because resting together is my only plan.


By Vicki Darcy  
Sweetest Touches of Verse Contest
Sponsored by - gautami phookan


Details | I do not know? | |

Fall

When I was little and would fall and hit my knee
I would cry and you took care of me
When I got older and fell in love that would end
I would cry and you would be my friend

Now I am the mother kissing knees
And telling my sons bout the birds and bees
But I am not sure if I am doing it right 
So I call you late at night

And I cry God I don't know what to do
And you tell me it is okay I trust you
I am not sure if I can handle the next fall
When I loss my brick wall

So daddy please stay here 
I would cry and none would care
I need you still so much each day
So daddy please tell God to wait for a few more days


Details | Quatrain | |

The Little Girls Abyss

Ever since I was young
I always had this dream
About a little girl who lived next door
Who drowned in a nearby stream

I don't know what possessed me
But I always knew one day
She would turn up at my door
And ask me out to play


I mentioned it to my parents
They said "listen" and sat me down
It happened before we moved here
Her bigger sister let her drown

The family we bought the house from
Moved on from the fear of this
Their teenage daughter suffered nightmares
And dreamt of a wet abyss


Many years have passed
I am now well into my teens
But this aura that still surrounds me
Everywhere I look she's seen

One evening I went to shower
As normal I pulled back the screen 
I turned to look in the mirror
She was there, staring back at me

There was an incredible similarity
She looked like me when i was young
Now having shown herself, is it over
Or has it really just begun





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-3.php




Details | Rhyme | |

Sweet and Tender

That early summer’s day 
I never took the time to stop
To look at your smile, or
Listen as you play.
Never did I think to count
Every bath bubble you’d pop.
I should have memorized
Every inch of your face.
I should have collected echoes
Of your laughter in my heart.
I should have held on
To every hug and embrace.
But I struggle to keep them far apart.
My days are kept trying to remember
The way your hair would shine in the sun.
Your hugs and kisses, so sweet and tender.
Striving to recall how each day had begun.
Sounds of your laughter in my heart.
Your eyes shining a brilliant blue.
The words “I love you Mommy!”
With hugs that never part.
These days are the hardest to get through.


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SOFT ORANGE BLOSSOMS

These soft orange blossoms
are more colorful and fragrant
than the velvety, wild roses...
hastily clinging to sturdy sunflowers' stems,
fretting a danger too real and so imminent.


His manly hands attacked her in an orchard of beautiful roses, 
and she left blood stains on those delicate, scattered petals...
who did hear the young virgin's painful cry,
subdued by the quails' loud twitter in the shady elms' branches? 
Some did, but continued to walk and let her die!


Her mother wailed under the weeping, embracing elms... 
they saw her child struggle and despair, but they couldn't help;
why did that brutal man raped her and beat her to death?
And what kind of punishment he deserves for that cruel act?
Wouldn't a just judge be furious and imprison him for life?


A light wind detached the soft orange blossoms from the branches,
and let them gently fall on her violated body to cover with dignity 
the purest and youngest blood spilled in the meadow of clovers;
God Himself cried from His throne, and sent His angel of mercy
to the sorrowful and lamenting earth, which had seen the eyes of innocence.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

	Yesterday was my birthday. I spent most of it in tears.
It was the first time in my life that I had spent one without you.
You were the one who swept away my demons and my fears.
The one who loved me regardless, always coming to my rescue.

I was adopted and adored. Did I ever tell you thank you? 
My first memories where of laughter and hugs, so priceless.
What a wonderful life you gave me, this I always knew.
Your heart was so pure, filled with nothing but kindness. 

I thought I was prepared, but oh what a lie
It didn’t matter after all; I wasn't ready for your departure.
I begged for you to stay with me, this I can't deny.
To not leave me, you're broken hearted baby daughter. 

I spent my day missing you, and wishing you were here.
Waking me up singing Happy Birthday, horribly off key.
Those memories so strong and held to my heart so dear. 
My life without you in it, so stark and empty. 

I felt your presence, hovering and watching. But it's not enough.
I miss our morning coffee and the touch of your hands.
I know Im being selfish, but mom this is so tough.
Why did you have to leave me? I still don’t understand.  

I know tomorrow will be a much better day.
I will put my sorrow and grief into a box,
Gilded with memories and stow it away.
Until next year, on my next birthday. 

Until then I will remember only that I was loved. 

Love and miss you mom. Your daughter.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Mothers Love?

How can a mother not hurt
when her child cries out in pain?
How can she turn and look away
when there's so much to be gained?

If only her heart would open
and let God show the way,
to happiness and love everlasting.
For this, I'll always pray.

Is it possible to just feel nothing
towards the child you gave away?
Please say there is at least a hope
that you will love me again some day.

When I look at my child I feel love.
I could never turn my back.
But you never felt that way towards me.
Is it something that I lack?


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This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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Her Personal Curse (Part One) *warning, graphic in nature*

In a drunken stupor, I fall down on my comforter
Baby blue sky covered in fluffy clouds of cotton.
I kick off my shoes, faded pink chuck Taylors
And make clumsy work of my shirt buttons.

I slip an oversized shirt over my head, Bart Simpson,
And pull it straight passed over my bra and panties, past my knees.
Now in the dark, on my bed, I hear the door creak open.
I turn to see your silhouette, and I hear the door behind you locking.

I sat up, before you lunged on top of me, and smacked me in the face.
I tried to push you off, but a little girl is nothing against a man.
Fear pinned me down with your arms, the look in your eye was crazed.
I yelled out as you punched me again, before stifling my breath with your hand.

I felt your fingers probe underneath my shirt, rough and groping.
The straps tore at my flesh as you ripped my bra apart.
I tried to push your hand off my face, I was having trouble breathing
But when you took your hand off and I gasped for air, it fell back against my cheek hard

I stopped trying to push you away, tears streaming, afraid you’d hit me again.
I bucked when your course fingers pinched, it only seemed to excite you more.
I cringed as you raked your nails deep down my stomach digging in.
You stopped at the top of my panties before yanking them till they tore.

Panic sliced through me as I felt you unclasping your jeans, understanding swept me.
I knew then what you intended to do and my blood ran cold at the thought.
You took your hand off of my mouth and threatened to kill me if I screamed
But I yelled anyway begging for help, preying that you would be caught.

I was silenced by a stinging blow that sent me hard against the head board.
Too disoriented by it to yell again before you were done taking off my t shirt.
Through blurry eyes and mind I felt your eager hands pillage and explore.
I was smacked again for screaming at how badly your fingers inside me hurt.

You showed no mercy as I screamed in pain against the palm of your hand.
You only continued to probe and play, talking dirty to me, making me talk back.
Through bloodied lips and wrenching pain I was abused by this man
He made me say unmentionable things about him, while he cruelly laughed.


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Sandcastles

"Daddy look at all the sandcastles"
"Aren't they all so grand?"
"Who could have known a king and his throne,
Could simply be made out of sand"

"Look at the beautiful towers"
"I wonder if a princess lives there"
"I'll bet she is kind, they're so hard to find,
With beautiful long flowing hair"

My daughter loved to go to the beach
She loved the sandcastles the best
But she didn't know her heart was too slow
And soon they would open her chest

It's funny sometimes how time can fly
It only seems like yesterday
With some complication during her operation
My daughter has passed away

I still go to the beach from time to time
To see the sandcastles on display
I still close my eyes and say my goodbyes
Each time I hear her say

"Daddy look at all the sandcastles"
"Aren't they all so grand?"
"Who could have known a king and his throne,
Could simply be made out of sand"


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I Know of Someone Going Through A Discouraging Time

Going Through A Discouraging Time… I know of someone going through a discouraging time. Thoughts of “giving up” have entered his mind. As a young man, he tried to trust God with what he had. Now he’s upset with God. Very angry and mad. “How could God who’s so loving and faithful...” “Not help me now?” “He doesn’t seem very helpful!” Rather than trusting God with his problems and uncertainty. He missed out on God’s love, peace and tranquility! His life spiraled down, with really “no where to go.” He felt so empty, with no peace in his soul. He shifted the focus of the uncertainties in life… Blaming God for his many troubles and strife. Through the good and bad times, God is still the same... He remains faithful and true. He doesn’t change! He remains dedicated to being there… Just for YOU! His promises never change, no matter what others do! Allow him to prove his commitment to your well being! His words of life… You too can be receiving! His love for you is everlasting, and will never end. God is. And will always… Be your best friend. Please... Right now... Make the best choice! Listen to his words! And listen to his voice! He’s at your heart’s door. Waiting for an invitation... He can bring to your life completeness and restoration! By Jim Pemberton 12/04/11


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Bonds

I was raised      in a prison of darkness
along walls of cement      have I groped
the hearts here      deep scarred and callous
no dreams of a child       had I hoped
 
Starved             for affection and famished
though surrounded by people           alone
sixty four rooms       I could roam in
but that place               was never a home
 
Just one more workhouse            to live in
my duties                   to serve and to clean
no pay                 for the labor was given
I was here to work         and be not seen
 
I could go days            with seeing no parents
went to school        and to work            and to bed
my breakfast                 was in my room coffee
the feral cat           entertained in the shed
 
This building                   has so many toilets
even the master                   one I must clean
I drop like a stone             in my bed at night
I sleep so deeply      to dead to dream
 
Though I live now this place            with my father
it's no different             than with strangers I slept
they too              used me like a work horse
their houses the places               I kept
 
Somewhere was lost to me             childhood
not a human            soul I could trust
I do not know love              it is fiction
as into this life        I was thrust
 
There were times       I wished mother successful
where in the peace            of death I would sleep
the pain of knowing                       I'm unwanted
was to much        for this child to keep
 
I suppose it's                this very reason
I recognize             the true face of Love
the nigh hundred people               I lived with
qualify not of that place         to be of
 
I've been exposed to violence              on children
and all their secrets           I can confide
recognize the damage                it does you
and those who these secrets           do hide
 
It is easy to remain lost here
where no true tracks            be seen on your road
where life             has not direction or guidance
and one is broken           by the weight of its load
 
But there are so many rooms           in this prison
and each every one          has its own trap
the master of death                 who has forged them
place these obstacles     in every path
 
So while your searching           for life and its answers
the only one worthy            to steadfastly teach
should exist       every day in your dealings
and your connections             from greatest to least
 
I'll not care about          the labor I give you
as long as love            my load is light
we will share         in living together
in our unity       we can delight
 
I learned               to take care of your body
but it takes two            for the care of the soul
I could live alone here             without you
but it's the sharing         that makes us whole...
 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Gunslinger(The Beginning)

He use to carry guns,Back in the day.
But he had put them up,to start a new way.
He found a wife,and would settle down.
Just a short stretch,on the outside of town.
A young daughter,the two would raise.
And soon forgot, his gunslinger days.
Then they came,their intentions were clear.
To rob and kill,anyone who was here.
They left that house,one thing they would dread.
They didn't make sure,everyone was dead.
He opened his eyes,saw her laying on the floor.
As he caught a glimpse of them,a dozen or more.
He healed from his wounds,laid his little girl to rest.
He vowed for revenge,as he opened the chest.
He put his guns on again,looking straight ahead.
He would not stop,until they all were dead.
Out the door he went,to the house he would never return.
He would go to his grave,with a heart that would burn.
And now you know,the gunslingers story is told.
The killing of his family,and the way it would unfold.


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To My Girls

Where have you been, little ones?  Stolen away so long ago.
An aching heart and lonely life for an evil man today,
searching the horizon and begging God for signs of your return.
Will they ever come?  Should I go to them?  What will our future be?
What did you do today?  Did you think of me as I thought of you?
When I look at the sad moon before I sleep and wonder.
Do you see the same sights I see? 
Are you OK?
The questions and sadness flows and never ends. Why?
For many years I've blamed God.
Are you angry at Him? 
I hope not.  He's not the one who should be blamed, but I.
Sundays are the worst ones for me to bear.  Even today, years after you were taken 
from me, I cry.
I'm crying now.  Sunday family fun day no more.  Just me.
I miss my girls and care about you.  It's OK if you don't care about me.
I ask for nothing but your smiles and a hug, that would last an eternity.
You haven't seen or heard from me, I feared the trouble it would cause.
But, in your day, if you think of me, know that I think of you and cry to be near.
Just a hug and a tear, together.  With a laugh and forgiveness to spare, healing the 
past for us, today.
How are you doing?  Where have you been?  What tears have you cried without me to 
make them go away?
If you need me.  If you need me to come.  If you need me to help.  If you need me to 
pray.  If you need me to just go away.  It's ok.  I am here.
I Love You.

Daddy


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Domestics - blue berry pancake

Simmering,hot, pancakes, flushed.
Battered, beating, bruised,
Syrup, sweet, melted, dripping, 

Brown now, peeling, ripping 
Dark berries, smashed oozing bluish - black red,
Hands and words tossed instead,

Pancake Burnt! Pancake dead!


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HE WAS THERE

I know that there are some that still can't pray
and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?'
HE was there with each tear that's shed
as the news reported, There is thousands dead!'

HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control
His angels collecting each passenger's soul!
HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center
with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter!

HE was there in every tired body and grimy face
that refused to give in to another trying to take his place!
HE was there amongst every common place hero
who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero!


HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74
whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door!
HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon
when another plane flew into them like a bomb!

HE was there when thousands of passengers landed
unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded!
HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth
who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup!

HE was there when the President cried out with pride
'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!'
HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door
teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war!

HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss
just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross!  HE WAS THERE!

©11/09/2012


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Patricia

This is a gift for Kassandra, who needed a poem to place on a gift for her mother... I was more then happy to try and give you what you needed....Hope you like it A Poem for Your Mother... Patricia... ... Just A Name To You..So Much More To Us... Most Call Her Trish...A Woman...Our Mother... She's Someone We Will Always Trust.... There Is A Few Things We Need To Tell You... A Few Things We Need You To Know... Our Thoughts...Put To Words... For You We've Written Below... When We Think Of All The Things You've Given Us... Your Kindness And Devotion...Your Love And Your Tears... Such Noble Acts...Such Cherished Gifts... Spread Equally Among Us..Throughout The Years... Holding Us Together...As A Family... Even With A Piece Of Your Soul Gone... Through The Loss Of Your Daughter...Our Sister... You Managed Too Stay Strong... With A Brave Heart... You Moved Forward,... Precious Dreams Set Aside... You Led Us With Truth..Through Many Battles... Taking Any Fall Backs In Stride... You Had Patience...When We Were Foolish... You Gave Guidance...If Ever We Did Ask... Some Tough Love...Many Life Lessons... You Gave Us Discipline...Not An Easy Task... Words Alone Can't Express...How Thankful We Will Always Be... So Together...As Sisters...As Your Daughters... This Was Created...For You And All Too See... Patricia...A Woman...Our Mother... You've Loved Us From The Start... For This We Thank You... And Will Love You Unconditionally... With Every Single Piece Of Our Heart... ... © 2010 Rachel Zabala


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"Identity"

Gentle, mild, and meek.
Human-strong and weak.

A mask to hide away the pain.
Hard to live with shame.

Good person, good friend.
A ? mark; never seen through to the end.

Chivalry is dead and so is the “good
Samaritan” act.
In this world today, it’s a true, proven fact.

Humble; a little pride, determination is my drive.
If I want things to get better for me,
hope burns on the inside.

Reserved and I move at my own pace.
Steady and slow, less consequences to face.

This is my life; pathetic as it is.
It’s the only one I have; not urs, theirs, hers or his.

I know who I am.
I have too much respect for myself and body; forever condemned.

So if u ask me, 
“Who are u and what I am?

I’ll smile and say, 
			“For I am Poetry!”

Profound, misunderstood, and a lifelong mystery.


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Us - Minus One

Today the strangers didn't come
In fact, no one did
The house was empty
And far too quiet
With just the ghosts of our past
Floating silently on the wind
as our only companions

I miss you dad.


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My Creator

My creator.
So far from me but so close.
No matter the suffering,
the love is unconditional.

I push through each day.
Remembering your face,
our conversations,
your comfort.

My creator
the ultimate comprehension of my soul.
you know my soul no matter the scars.

No matter the pain
I push to the next day.
I try to remember the good
and justify your ghost.

My creator
I hope you are with me someday again.


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Murder in the Skies

It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
 
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
 
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
 
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
 
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
 
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr 
The flights going well
 
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
 
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
 
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
 
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
 
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
 
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
 
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
 
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
 
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown


In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php




 


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For her there's no escape

At a time of celebration, 
Drinking lager in the bar.
Go home, get changed for the night ahead, 
You decide to take the car.

You're not quite compos-mentis, 
Your judgements not too sound.
You're driving passed the local park, 
There's people all around.

You can't see where you're going,
Coz' you're searching for a tape.
Then "Bang!", A child flies through the air,
For her there's no escape.

You didn't see her coming,
Though she lies there on the floor.
You haven't gone to try and help,
You won't unlock the door!!

You were sentenced to six months in prison,
Got fined and banned for two years.
The only thing that I have left now,
Are my memories and millions of tears.

If only I'd kept her in that day,
She would be at my side, still alive.
It was YOU who murdered my daughter,
As YOU chose to drink and drive...


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LIFE IS MEANT TO LIVE

LIVING IS LAUGHING, SHARING THE FUNNIEST MOMENTS THAT CAPTURED OUR GREATEST 
SMILES.
ENJOYING THE TIME WHEN SOUNDS OF HAPPINESS WERE ALL THAT CLEARED THE AIR.
THE GIGGLES WE'VE HEARD, THE SMILES WE SEE,
THE TOUCH I FEEL WHEN YOU ARE SO NEAR.
LIFE IS THE MEANING WE LOVE SO DEAR.
THE AMBITION & MOTIVATION USED TO KEEP OUR HEADS CLEAR.
OUR REASONS TO STRIVE & TO KEEP LOVE ALIVE.
OUR DECISIONS TO MAKE,
TO FEEL OUR HEARTS BREAK,
TO TAKE THAT GREAT CHANCE BEFORE ITS TO LATE!
TO FINDING TRUE LOVE & NEVER ASTRAY,
TO BEING SO ANGRY & STILL WANNA STAY,
TO HAVING THE PATIENCE OF AN ARMY OF MEN,
BUT STILL BEING ABLE TO CRACK & BEND.
LIFE IS A LESSON FOR EACH ONE TO LEARN,
AND BLESSINGS THERE FOR EACH ONE TO EARN.


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Agony

Lately it is only agony
desperation
nothing is the same anymore
 inside of me
and different is not better
and the weirdest of it all 
is that every day is the same thing
but i dont recognize anything
its like i can never see
see, listen, feel.
never 
its like a barrier
between me and the world
an transparent barrier
because i see
but i dont feel 
anything
thats what seems to be inside of me
the heart is beating
im here
missing
that i do understand
not only the people, but the smells
the smells, colors, tastes.
where are they? Why cant i see?
see, listen, feel.


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I Can't Do This Anymore It's Dragging Me Down

I just can’t keep “doing this” any longer! What am I doing? I began to wonder… This “sin” just keeps dragging me further down… What do I do? There’s no one around??? This “thing” has got a hold on me… I cry every night… I want to be FREE! I’ve tried and tried… But to no avail… Just when I think I have victory… I fail! I’ve read in scripture of a power that I haven’t seen. I read of a savior who can do ANYTHING! Why don’t I give him a try? I’ve nothing to lose! I’ve been so hurt, worn out and abused..… To you, dear Jesus… I confess my every sin. And can feel your love from deep within! Thank you Jesus! For giving me a joy I never knew… I don’t know where I’d be if not for YOU! You’ve brought to my life a peace I never had. For all you’ve done for me. I am so glad! Won’t YOU give your burdens to this one… I call friend? And experience the joy of being born again? Please come to him now. Why not this hour? And experience his life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton 01/17/10


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Friendly Monster

My name is Casey, I am just a little girl
One day a grown-up shattered my world
He was our neighbor he seemed so kind
I had no idea the evil in his dark mind
He'd give me candy and buy me neat toys
And show me how to beat up on the boys
My Mommy and Daddy trusted him so
They had no clue who he was though
Then one day as I walked past his place
I disappeared, gone, without a trace
My parents searched, he helped them look
Never knowing the treasure he already took
I cried and begged for him to not hurt me
But he never responded to my desperate plea
He locked me up in this deep dark hole
I prayed to Jesus to protect my soul
I miss my parents, I want them so bad
I miss my bed and my big brother Chad
I hear someone coming, please be Mommy
Please stop him before he really hurts me
I hear a loud click, I see a shiny pole
I see the white smoke fill up this hole
I see a bright light, no longer is it dim
The monster who murdered me was.....him


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I've Seen Sin's Destructive Force


I’ve Seen Sin’s Destructive Force!

I have seen the destruction of sin’s evil force.
It happens when people’s lives go “off course.”

God has given to us his word as a solid foundation.
Too many relationships end in a separation.

I’ve seen people being together for many years.
Come to an abrupt “halt.” Ending in heartache and tears.

People that have had many harsh words spoken…
Only to have their lives torn apart and broken!

God has given us his was of truth and living.
It requires a life of sacrifice and giving!

He asks for us to sacrifice our time for him
And to allow for his love and a healing to begin!

The truth of his word need to guide what we do and say.
It needs to guard our souls, 24 hours each day!

Scripture gives us a “roadmap” in which build upon.
 God’s spirit will guide us when “things go wrong.”

May I suggest spending some time each day in prayer?
Your heavenly father knows your every need and cares!

He wants the very best for you and so much more!
His love and mercy are truly worth living for!

If your life seems “fragile” and heading
 in the “wrong direction.”
Won’t you seek God’s ways 
and his “divine correction?”

With the blood of Jesus, your life 
will be on solid ground!
For where there is sin...  God’s love does 
much more abound!

Please come to the Lord!  Why not this hour?
Experience his presence and
 life-changing power!

By Jim Pemberton


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Teenaged Cancer

Sometimes I feel, 
that life is not real.

Sometimes I feel so fake,
like I could use a stake,
to hurt myself but I won't.

Sometimes I feel so happy,
but feel so flappy,
My lips are chappy.

As I turned away i looked in the mirror,
I seen no hair, in the hospital sitting by,
me is my mom.

I started to cry,
Oh how i couldn't try to eat,
I didnt know what was going on,
A doctor comes in and tells me how it was going to happen,
All of a sudden i close my eyes,
and i have seen heaven.

God has still not answered my question,
for there i knew i have got to heaven.
THere sat a gold chair,
with a man sitting in it,
For that man who died for me so i could be free from my teenaged cancer.


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Those Close to Us Can Cause So Much Hurt


Those Close To Us Can Cause So Much Pain Isn’t it amazing, the hurt and damage someone can do? Especially by the one who said; “I Love You!” Isn’t it amazing, how someone, which we’ve given our heart. Can betray our love, and “tear it all apart?” On that special day, when your vows were exchanged… It’s almost like “overnight,” some people change! Throughout this country, this seems too commonplace. As people seek their own desires… Instead of God’ grace. Isn’t it amazing, how anger, jealousy and bitterness begins? Even amongst our loved ones, that we have called “friends?” What’s more amazing… Is how God, in his mercy and care.. Still loves us. And he is always there! No matter what you’ve said, or what you do. God remains the same. And is always there for YOU! He is faithful! His commitment to you is strong and secure! His love is everlasting! And is 100% PURE! I stand amazed, as to how God still loves us. He asks for our heart. He wants to trust us! Won’t you come and experience his love today? He loves you much more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


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A rainy day in the country

A rainy day in the country, 
A mother and daughter drove.
To wish the sisters a happy birthday, 
And how they are getting so old. 

A homemade cake in the back seat, 
So moist and chocolaty. 
I would never be able to taste, 
And become so perfectly. 

About a mile away,
The turn in the road they took.
A fate that caused 3 deaths, 
And a daughter left on own. 

A rainy day in the country, 
A daughter drives to visit. 
To wish her sisters a happy birthday, 
And how we’re getting so old.

A cake turns to a certificate, 
So sweet and monetary. 
The homemade gifts aren’t worth much anymore,
And the sisterly feeling is no more.

About a mile away, 
A turn in the road she took.
Faced with reality that mother is gone,
And that the bonds are broken.

A rainy day in the country, 
A daughter is forgotten.
The wish to bring her mother back, 
And that things would go to before.

A tear becomes a flood, 
So sad and heartbroken.
Feelings of love now replaced by obligation,
And I’ll leave you alone.

About a mile away, 
A turn in the road she took.
Not happy, but smiling, 
And things will never be the same.

A rainy day in the country, 
A tear becomes a flood,
About a mile away, 
I miss you.


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Dear Santa Iraq

Dear Santa.............Iraq       

Candles burning sure and bright, 
Shining through the Christmas tree. 
Santa's coming 'round tonight, 
Bringing presents here for me. 

I sent a letter some time ago, 
I asked for things I'd need. 
For these are things for Mum and me, 
It certainly wasn't greed. 

For I am thirteen years of age, 
I asked, "please bring Dad back". 
I miss him; Mum is so upset, 
Since he died inside Iraq. 

I cry myself to sleep some nights, 
I can hear Mums sobbing heart. 
He's the only present we will need, 
"Don't keep us all apart". 

Dear Santa, no more toys or clothes, 
No gifts from that Christmas sack. 
The only thing that we all want, 
Is to have my Daddy back. 


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He

He was the one who held my hand, 
And the footprints were his next too mine in the sand,
He was the one who tucked me in at night,
And when I was scared he would turn on the light,
He was the one who drove me too school,
And he stuck up for me when people where cruel, 
He was the one who fought with her,
And they argued and shouted and walked out the door,
He was the one who never came back, 
And all I can say is that is that.


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Whiskey Christmas

It was Christmas Eve; I was a prisoner of my own divide.
Lost in mind, clad in drunken sadness, caged up inside.
Alone and forlorn my thoughts laden with whiskey lies,
Memories seem so distant, only a week since goodbyes.
Christmas tree glistening, blurry in my vision of tears,
Flashing lights bright, neighbors Christmas party cheers.
No presents or joy in this household upon this night.
Sorrows, misguided gulps of liquor, cloud my sight.
Heartbroken, gloomy devouring the demon filled drink.
No more, no less, my eyes roamed over as I did think.
Hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of memories of no more,
No more, love by a lover, no daughter to teach the score.
Left me in a house, no longer our home that we shared,
Only I and this half-empty bottle, feeling impaired.
She left me, taking my child a thousand miles away.
While here in this house of torture, me and myself stay.
Every corner a recollection blinks by crystalline light.
Splintered and speckled by the twinkling star so bright.
Atop the now barren tree which had shined with joys.
Years before cluttered with wrappers, boxes and toys 
I slam a big gulp down my throat, since this was my first.
Night of my debut to the evil of whiskey blinding thirst,
Never before had drunkenness been a quest or even a try,
This night she devoured my soul, not wanting ever to cry.
Intoxication was a desire, though not ever beyond joy.
My virgin body of drink has choked me unable to deploy.
Sour mash tears wash down my face, wiping my eyes.
I hear my built up agony; pour out in inhuman cries.

User Name  Cecil Hickman

Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever 


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Another Fallen Leaf

She once was Daddy's precious little girl 
with golden hair in ringlets and tight curls. 
With a pretty new dress and bright shiny shoes 
but now she is battered, bleeding and bruised! 

Her childhood; now cut short- had been smiles, giggles and hope 
but now she is 'strung-up' on heroin and coke. 
It had all fallen to pieces when Daddy died so young 
her older brother crushed by it- couldn't cope and by rope he hung. 

Mother tried to bring up her children just right 
but they could hear her weeping softly in the night. 
Work was so scarce and Mom had no skills 
barely anything to eat, and not much for the bills. 

-So she learned to beg and steal at a tender age 
and blamed it on Daddy, it so filled her with rage! 
Soon she was drinking and fighting just to live 
then Mother died, she had given all she could give. 

She ran away, before 'those' people could come 
but they got her younger brothers, they were always too dumb. 
Not her; she had learned important 'rules' from the street, 
'you take from others if you wanted to survive and to eat!' 

Life wasn't too bad; if you could take the hard 'knocks' 
seeing kids sick and dead; had long ago numbed the shock. 
She was dirty, smelly, and usually strung-up so high 
that she hardly cared if she lived another day or she died. 

She had some 'homies'; that she could call on 
and one night they broke into a house for a little fun. 
They were all drugged up and had only done it for a hoot 
it had never crossed their minds, that the owner would really shoot! 

The others just scattered in panic and left her there alone 
the owner looked down and then went to the phone. 
She lay there dying, shaved head; no more ringlets and curls 
wishing just one last time, she was again her Daddy's little girl. 

©21/06/2012 
 












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9/11, 2001 " Page 2 of 2 "

Intelligence first, Retribution next
Clinical response the worlds text
Which free country is next in line
To be hit by this cowardly crime.
 
New York Cities patriots, suffer further pain
As Fire Officers and Police are slain
They indeed are part of this attack
So many of them never came back
Honourable dads, cousins and wife's
Mourn their lost ones, who lost their lives.
 
The World will remember
This September deathly sound
When iconic giants crashed to the ground
Hero's in the air, and on Manhattan Earth
Proved to us all, whats humans are worth.

In respect to the decent people who perished on that September day.


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What Happened

What happened to the mother I thought I knew?
What happened to the mother who always told the truth?
What happened to the mother that was always there?
What happened to the mother that always cared?
What happened to the joy I once had?
What happened to your smile that would make me glad?
What happened to the mother daughter days?
What happened to the sweet things you used to say?
What happened to having both parents, not just one?
What happened to the days you'd brighten just like the morning sun?
What happened to the faith you helped me have?
What happened? Why am I always mad?
What happened to you being close and never too far?
What happened to me knowing who you really are?
What happened to the role model I used to know?
Why did you drift away from me?
What happened to us both?
Why don't I come first?
I thought you were happy when you gave birth
Now I'm here all alone
With a empty heart followed by a broken home
I love you mommy
What the hell happened to you ?
I thought blood was thicker than water
But, I guess to you that isn't true


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From Mother To Me

                                      From the heavens above you 
                                           were sent down to me
                                      like a red peddled rose you 
                                          are beautiful and free.

                                       Your long blond hair, and 
                                          your big blue eyes, 
                                       you look like an angel that
                                        has been sent in disguise.

                                        You have touched my soul
                                       in such a deep way and you
                                           lift my spirits each and
                                                   every day.

                                       You are not only my daughter, 
                                        but the closest friend I knew, 
                                        It's obvious you were sent to
                                            teach me something too.

                                             You tested me on my 
                                                mothering skills 
                                           before you passed away, 
                                          these mothering skills I'd
                                          never had known had you 
                                             not been sent my way.

                                           It scared me for life when 
                                            you died that day it just 
                                               wasn't right he take 
                                                    you that way.

                                              Your pass was issued for 
                                              seventeen years, and now 
                                              that your gone my hearts 
                                                       full of tears.

                                              My darling child I love you so, 
                                                 I miss you so much and
                                                 just wanted you to know


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Last option

Have you ever been forced to do something
Anything
Against your will? You throw a fit
And yet they don't care. About your 
Feelings
Opinions
Needs
I know how you feel. 
I need some advice now
About all my options
Because no matter what
I'm not giving in
NO MATTER WHAT
Already asked most people I trust
Got some "help"
But I wouldn't call it that
Because it didn't
The only other options
Run away? Suicide?
What else??? This is a life decision.
It will determine how I turn out
I 
Need
Help. 
I'm running out of options
Should I turn to my last resorts?


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With Christ You Can Overcome ANY Addiction

With Christ… You Can Overcome ANY Addiction! Is there no shame? Are there no convictions? As so many people struggle with deep addictions. The “pit of hell’s wrath” comes in various kinds. As it “traps” and “ensnares” many confused minds. Many have lost any sense of a Godly morality… As their lives are consumed with emptiness and vanity. What profits a many if he gains all of the “pleasures” within… If he daily struggles with a “habitual sin.” God has made a way. He’s already made a clear choice! We need to obey his word. And listen to his voice! If your life is going downhill… And things are getting “dimmer…” With Christ on board.. You’re sure to be a winner! Christ has already defeated Satan, and the “grip” he has on you! He alone can bring a healing… And make your life BRAND NEW! Won’t you come to Jesus now? With no hesitation? He extends to you his love. And a heavenly invitation! An everlasting joy and love has been supplied! This was completed the day our lord was crucified! The blood and tears he shed… Was meant for you and for me! That we may know Christ! And receive the VICTORY! By Jim Pemberton 01/07/12


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A SOUL DYING

The valley of Rainbow Border Dahlias

It is calmed tonight. The voices of people

Once upset and decorative given the nature

The best of Calla Lilies' funeral

While the moon pallid and pregnant

Is blazing around the horizon and flowing over fat clouds.

Across the street where that happened

Stella d'Oro Daylilies her name has been written

With candle lights: A teenage had died.

A sweet soul, a local reporter has said.

A figure of her stands up. With accusatory finger

To the vast God leaving nothing to be

Confused with! He killed me!


On the streets, they can see only cats and filthy dogs.

They are injecting and relating. They are out

In host hunting butterflies whose smell

Spread over the last earth's life.


Look! That is the girl. She’s painless with a sense of lost

Using her tropical ability to remember you and I

She cannot be alone. She seems to communicate

With rotten organism or the simplicity

That perturbs and penetrates the quietness of a bee.



San Fernando Valley, May 12, 1990


 


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averyella

I told myself before she was born I would never put her in any form of torment but it feels like she's absorbing all the horror that's forming..it's torture knowing she's not with me and I'm suppose to be her supporter, maybe I think to much cuz i feel all these vultures got get cornered, it's like life has given her some undiagnosed disorder, and she is stuck and no-one can do anything for her. Na I refuse to lose my Daughter to this abuse,I will defuse the fuse that has been lit and not let there be another bruise,I will rescue fer from the flames and make sure she is bulletproof. She will be my invincible little individual I will let no-one get to. Love and care I will supply, for her id kill and die. She is my beautiful baby, one and only Avery


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Preach

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare
Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut
Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut
You watch him out the window glass
Retreating figure gone at last

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Things get harder, mothers fired
Baby is toddler and much too tired
Money is in short supply
If only father would just comply 
To help raise his growing kid
Instead he ran and lost his bid
A single tear stains the cheek
Of a mother's soul who's much too weak

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mothers dead, everything's blown
Toddler is small child left alone
Father drunk, stumbling back
Custody left to this piece of slack
Days are long and too far gone
Nights are worse, he's never done
Talking his beer scented words speaking
He says to his child be kind, PREACHING

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Small child has developed
Distinguished individual moving up
Swearing to the sky blue
They will be nothing like you
Father in jail thief from the night
Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight
A smile to the grown child
A tear from the man of the wild

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder


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The Girl and her Teddy Bear

The little girl cries, alone in her room, holding her teddy bear as the dread sets and looms. 
Crying and shaking, scared to sleep at night, tired of the struggles, tired of the fight. 
With her mom gone all night, and her dad drunk all day, aching to tell but at what price must she pay?
Needing a friend, someone to tell her secrets, someone to pick up all the broken pieces.
To walk to school with, to complain when boys are yucky, but no one like her could ever be that lucky. 
As the tears fill her eyes, and the snot in her nose, her door opens slowly, and the moment there just froze. 
tiptoeing so quietly, into her room, fear starts to spread swept like a broom. 
He fondle her blankets, stops at her waist, she is kicking and screaming for that shell get a taste. 
The man be becomes when he doesn't get his way, she is bleeding so now she must lay. 
When all is done and finished, she cries on her bed, reliving the nothing that is all left unsaid. 
Closing her eyes, she hears him downstairs, as she squeezes her teddy out flow the tears.
Eying the window perched on the wall, she pictures her life and lets herself fall.


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Nayla's Pain

sun shines bleak, cold winds whip
death's sting floods her tender eyes
daddy is laid to rest


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Sacrificing

Looking through old photo boxes
I happen to trip upon
High School memories of my Mother
Resound off the walls, faded edges
Finger printed memoirs sigh between the creases
Of the emerald green sofa
Laughing, fashionable, full of vitality
Mother to me, was
A friend, a mentor, a lover, to somebody else
Seeing how she had a life, before this family

I felt the pregnant tears start to fall
Each weighing about 6 pounds or so
8 ounces, ten fingers, ten toes
Perfect forms of some sort of therapeutic
Amends for a mistake made years ago
Taking a solitary race down my face
But I never cry
I get this kind of strength from my Mom 

How is it that I don’t even know who you are?

Standing in front of the sink
Washing crusty dishes and wiping off crude recollections 
On windows, what is really behind, 
Those beautiful slanted eyes
I see in those photos?

The All American Dreamer
A photographer
Capturing moments in a single shot
Of insight, imagining her
Tiny frame spending hours in the developing room
Crimson passion running, igniting, illuminating her face
Dripping, re-dipping negatives, cutting and pasting
To make the world just a bit more beautiful
A touch more understanding
An image to make us human

How could she sacrifice everything?

For a bundle now grown and barely appreciating
Her surrender of a perfect dream, such ambition 
Why did she accept being pregnant at 18 years old
With a wide open road and an never ending horizon
Car packed, engine on blasting her favorite Madonna song
Instead she turned around and walked toward
Home, with a baby in her stomach, returning her rose colored aviator glasses
For reality tinted ones

Sacrificing one life for another

She turned around to 
Work a 9 to 5 job on minimum wage, 
She turned around to
come home to 
Such an ungrateful child

Mother, Unaccounted for, beautiful soul
Stuns me with radiance, such sweet
Abandon, selflessness,

I want to grow up to be just like her



 



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My New Life

Someday The Lord will call Me
and I will say to Him,
"I know it's time to take Your Hand,
So My New Life can begin."

But, On Earth I have A Daughter,
who needs Your Glory and Your Grace,
She cannot stand to let me go,
I see it in her face.

I feel it in the tears She's shed,
I listen as She cries,
She's filled My Life with Happiness,
Not to mention Love and Pride.

She's been My Inspiration,
She's been right there for Me,
That's why it's hard to leave Her here,
even though She'll Know I'm Free.


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It's Just A Cake

I hopelessly sit here,
Like three years ago.
All the candles are lit,
No “Sweet Angel” to blow.

I look up to the heavens,
And shout out “WHY” ??
The silence is deafening,
They don’t hear my cry’s.

Just one last quick puff,
That’s all I ask for.
Do I ask for to much ?
As I slumped to the floor.

Yet again with dismay,
I feel no breeze.
No wind on my face,
Just me on my knees.

I fight all the demons,
That lurk inside me.
I would let them all out,
But I can’t find the key.

This battle is fought,
every day of my life.
I hope I’m winning ,
But it’s not a fair fight..

You can throw theology,
Right out the door.
The bottom line is,
She’s with us no more.....

She lives in my mind,
Which is very confused.
I just wish I could see her,
Put on some shoes.

She lives in my heart,
So were never apart
She’s with me today.
As it’s pumping away.

Yet my soul is still searching,
For the love that I lost.
So hard to find peace
At whatever the cost

Then I look to the heavens, 
And I desperately cry.
“Please, just one more puff “
No need to ask why .........


We Love You Baby, 

Dad & The Girls

Penned for my “Sweet Angel‘s” 17th Birthday...

Curtis A. Richards


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Your Fault

Your Fault

Eleven years and three heartbreaks
from where you left off, 
your little girl sits alone
by a polished rock.
Waiting and waiting
in the poaring rain, 
but knowing it would never
wash away her deep pain.
Mistakes you'd never
be here to forgive.
Tradgeties she'll forever
have to relive.
Memories that will never 
fade away.
Save me! Save me!
Before its too late.
I walk in your footsteps, 
through unintentionally.
I tried forging my own path, 
yet yours is all I see.


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African rape of democracy

African rape of democracy 
She is citadel of beauty,
Crown in all nature bulden 
Nature made her, her blessing of 
duty
Atlantic, Equator, desert are beauty 
then


They came in Khaki and iron 
Rape her raining to harmattan 
season
Emptied, she is made in the sun
Her natural endowment with no 
qualms 
Africans weep, weep Africans with 
folded arlms
The rape have her of a daughter in 
disarms 

Democracy a daughter of rape
They took to alt democracy in scope
Behind the khaki and iron
They promise a fresh face, fine con
But in disguise and vacuity 
Democracy is rape by without in 
pathy 
Their companions family autocracy 
Friends, relations said monocracy.

The rape anchor family, friends 
bereauecrate
Democracy poor beauty she given to 
tract
My heart weep, the horn of ship 
which gain
Of miscarriage that goes to ocean 
The iron fish not swallow OK, that 
obtain?
Ocean iron fish and the rapist
Have a hand in this pist 
Who thought the rapist the way of 
ocean? 

Theme of the above poem
(1)	Natural blessing 
(2)	Rape:	 destroying what has been
(3)	Coup 
(4)	Exploitation 
(5)	Continuation of been in power in 
African
Note: This is a free verse poem of 
about 26 lines arrange in 4 stanzas, 
starting with stanza one that has 4 
lines the rest 6 and so on, stanzas 
arrange in climax order. The poem 
has a rhyming scheme of Ab Ab in 
stanzas 1 and stanza 2 with ccc ddd, 
etc
Reason: This poem is written in the 
of African leader who are always 
coming into giver by coop (Stanza 2 
line 1) they came in khaki and iron 
and there sit tight attitudes and how 
they carry African resources to other 
countries not developing their own  
states and country stanza 4 line 6
Place of writing: Igoni goni 
Message:
(1)	African leaders should not be the 
sit tight leaders
(2)	That African leaders love taking 
African resource over sea for them 
to enjoy an Africa the people 
without love and causes scarcity of 
food.


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Father does not know

Father does not know 
-
She was swimming for an oasis 
struggling with waves after waves.
The desert storm always tumbles 
her thoughts’ relative perspectives. 
She can feel the storm, inside, within; 
the way she can feel the touches,
the greed and threat. She cannot tell
any friend, these chronicles
as if some secrets, are binding her
with this man, she likes to hate.

He has threatened to kill her pet,
with violence; hence, she’ll be mute,
she’ll be silent. Only night knows
her nightmares, her waking up.

Irony is; her father thinks 
that this man must be his best friend.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Broken Relationships


So many times I hear of broken relationships.
Harsh words spoken…  
And broken friendships…

Even in many of the “Christian” homes…
There’s things being done
 in the “danger zones.”

Families and friends being ripped apart…
A broken relationship… A broken heart…

I think about what is said in 1 Cor. Chapter 13 …
Do people read this scripture? 
 Does it mean anything???

Perhaps if people would 
put their feelings aside…
And ask the Lord to remove
all bitterness and pride.

This could be the start of 
a brand new beginning.
With God on your side…  
You’re sure to be winning!

Everything in our lives, God has understood.
Let’s come together.. In prayer… As we should.

May we refrain from thinking whom to blame.
Walking in the love and forgiveness
 there is in Jesus’ name.

We’re all equal before God.  And our sins are many.
Those who are seeking God’s healing…  Are there any?

It is Christ’ desire…  Before this day is out…
To find what his way of living is all about!

Only his love can bind all 
of our hearts together…
And be the “glue” that will
bind our lives forever!

By Jim Pemberton 
 01/11/11
For the contest; "relationship breakups"


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my child

you are
the only star on a cloudy night 
before its about to rain
the last calm wave coming in
before a hurricane
the brightest color in the sky 
when a rainbow's overhead 
the last tear in my eye
before I go to bed

you are 
the ray of sun that gives me hope
when showers plague the sky 
all the glowing little lights 
that we call fire flies 
the glistening of the winter snow 
on the coldest night 
you are my child 
and I am yours 
forever in the sky.


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Remembering Mom On Mother's Day

She could see all this in her mind
even though she hadn't  been there
it was in June with flowers in bloom
the sun very bright that morning
mom humming in the next room
she stopped to kiss me and said so long
gave me a hug and said, "I Love You"
she heard the car start
she ran to the window she was already gone
tears filled my eyes as she toys to remember
what was it  she heard how can she recall
it was in the moment that those words 
came to mind
"I Love You darling" see you tonight
so many years have gone by it seems so surreal
this Mother's Day makes it seem so real.


Dedicated to MY Mom
On Mother's Day 2007


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The loss of what I never had

The loss of what I never had 
Leaves life with little meaning 
I’ll never hold my new born child 
Or have that parent bonding

The loss of what I never had 
Leaves life with little meaning 
I’ll never hear my child say 
I love you daddy

The loss of what I never had 
Leaves life with little meaning 
I’ll never see my child run 
With smile upon their face

The loss of what I never had 
Leaves life with little meaning 
I’ll never take that precious walk
To give my child away

The loss of what I never had 
Leaves life with little meaning 
I only ever wanted to hear the words
My Daddy


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Growing With An Empty Hourglass

GROWING WITH AN EMPTY HOURGLASS


Today’s dawn disturbed a dreaming child
She’ll never hold her father’s hand
He clutched an arm ablaze and wild
Leaving him in pieces piled
Lost and left to where they’d land
Yet his baby laughed and smiled
Far too young to understand
Now the future holds her heavy heart
Inheriting time’s weightiest grains of sand
Absence…


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When Life Get's TOUGH

I’m here to tell you that when “the going get’s rough…” A simple, “God bless you!” May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there’s “not a friend anywhere to be found…” Perhaps… Right now… You find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control… Things will never be the same! He’ll speak peace to the raging waters of life’s ocean… And will give to you… His 100% “love potion!” He’ll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He’s always there with you. You’re NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear… His perfect love will cast out all fear! He’ll pick up the pieces of life that are broken... As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken. He’ll do for you what no power or god can do… He’s here right now He’s waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton 04/26/11


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The Tyrant, the man, my Dad

You made my childhood scary, I feared you when I was bad. Trying so hard to make you happy, The tyrant, the man, my dad. I waited patiently everyday, To hear those three little words. “I love you” was all you needed to say, But they were rarely heard. Teaching me about life’s little things, I loved every moment of time. Sometimes thinking and hoping too, That your heart was completely mine. Like every child, I brought disappointment, When you yelled I was meek and scared. Trying to show you that I could be good, And you would show me you cared. I failed in so many ways, I could never quite get it right. Eventually I stopped trying so hard, And ended my daily fight. Years went by and I grew up, You grew older and started to change. I started to see the love you showed, It was foreign and totally strange. My wedding day, I’ll never forget, Saying you were proud and loved me too. Even though they were seldom heard, I knew those words were true. No more pedestals or illusions grand, I can finally see what’s real. Seeing inside your heart and soul, You began to truly feel. Our time was so limited you passed away, And now I’m left alone to cry. I had one last talk with you, But didn’t say goodbye. No more chances for words unsaid, I can’t tell you about the hate and pain. In all this time I finally let go, Just look at all I’ve gained. Here I am, your youngest girl, I have so much to be grateful for. I want so desperately to share with you now, Please walk through my door. I’m just here waiting to see you again, With a smile and that twinkle in your eye. My heart is filled with love for you Dad, The brightest star in my sky. Someday I hope to see you again, To regale our memories past. For now I’ll reminisce all alone, And watch as old shadows are cast. I love you, I hate you, I miss you… The tyrant, the man, my dad.


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I'm Sorry Girls

Mommas sorry I took you from
The only life that you knew of

Mommas sorry I took you away
From your world of friends of every day

Mommas sorry you had to adjust
To brand new teacher’s and studious musts

Mommas sorry you haven’t fit in
To a school of strangers and what had been

Mommas sorry I had no other choice
Than to sooth your fears using my voice

Mommas sorry if you feel all alone
But I’ll guide you through this fearful unknown

Mommas sorry you’ve tried so very hard
Still nothing has changed, all but new scars

Mommas sorry for the sudden change
Adapt my daughters to all that’s strange

Give me time to help you feel at ease
Give me the moment to help you please

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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RED WINE KING

                                         Cordelia is dead
                                     King,this blood is hers
                                   like red wine soothes your
                                          deadly nerves
                                     dad. love is unspoken
                                          the wise king
                                    the wandering madness
                                      in storm, trees crash
                                         hailstorm blasts
                                            your crown
                                          Curse the wind
                                          Curse the wind
                                              mad king
                                    who loves you the best?
                           the fool? the clown? the filial death?
                                 do you want so say anything
                                     Cordelia, in your favor?
                                       I curse you Cordelia
                                        I curse you winds 
                                       I curse you Goneril
                                        I curse you Regan
                                         I curse the world
                                        "Nothing, my Lord"




East Jesus - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Roy Jerden
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Composed on 4th December,2014


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9/11, 2001 " Page 1 of 2 "

9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners 
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
 
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
 
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
 
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
 
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
 
CNN and TV crew's 
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
 
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing

Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
 
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day

In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum 
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
 
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>


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Taking April

 
The land of my father's explored in sections
A finger of blame points in wrong directions
Despite the concerns of who's to blame
A little girl lost and alone all the same

Taking a soul, horrific abduction
All that you knew, lost in a second

A beast took Beauty, still he won't tell
Kept like kings in sublime cells
Redeems his rights, without a care
She's frightened and alone somewhere


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So Tiny

The thoughts of you, brings tears to my eyes. The tiny eyes, that I'll never get to look into. The tiny hands, I'll never get to hold. My heart breaks, when I think about, the tiny heart I'll never get to feel, the tiny voice I'll never get to hear, the tiny body I'll never get to hold closely. So tiny, So small. but our love for you, so strong.


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When I Die

Don’t weep for the loss
I’ve merely went across
Know that I am here
Always will I be near
In the way you walk
And the way you talk
Thru your words of strife
To guide you thru this life
In your beautiful stare
All the elements in the air
Running thru your veins
And whatever shall remain
Presenting thru your smile
And your fashionable style
In every beat of your heart
You’ll feel we’re not apart
With every warming breeze
And the swaying of the trees
Thru your precious laughter
And any time thereafter
In those mesmerizing eyes
Your mother is still alive
In each and every thought
Enacting what I have taught
Thru the precious moments
And every single torment
Thru every scent you intake
And each and every mistake
Your mother has not died
Your soul's where I reside


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Birth Control

It's against the law to kill someone,
who hurts you in some way.
But murder is always justified,
by mothers everyday.

When you think about abortion,
do you see the child inside?
The babies life you want to stop,
has no where else to hide.

You tell yourself many things,
like it doesn't have a soul.
Think of the future your about to destroy,
by using birth control.

There are many ways to save it's life,
for the mothers who do not care.
And adoption is the answer,
for a couple in despair.


Details | Monorhyme | |

REBELLION AND LOYALTY

In the restless fifties, teens had to face many realities:
join the draft and go to war or rebel and bear absurdities,
the neutral ones stayed in college and avoided penalties;
oh for God's sake, why should any youngster fight enemies?
Hippies rebelled against the government and shouted obscenities;
they wanted to smoke pot, make love and have lots of babies.
When Motherland calls her soldiers, there are no certainties...
either you fight to survive, or you surely die without strategies.
All mothers cried as they departed to meet their destinies;
did anyone hear them whispering those rules to assure safeties? 
The young soldiers did, not discarding hopes and possibilities.
The Vietnam War was a long one, stretching into the seventies;
many didn't return, some did to enjoy serenities and liberties...
and proud they were to have served well, shunning insecurities.


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Untitled 12

Mistakes are born in sterile rooms...alone in isopropyl fumes
Beneath a spray of congratulations
Aware of darker connotations
Mistakes by fools who lose their gloves...fools in grade school, not in love
confirming all the allegations
Provoking late night altercations
These, mistakes not forgive: not put to bed like little fibs
No, you will grow to rue that day
when you realize what you walked away
from.


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My Daddy's Words

'Dear One, I love you
And want you to know
I'm here to support you
Through thick, high and low.
Fear not your mistakes.
They'll help you to grow.
When shame melts away,
Your wisdom will show.

Oh Beautiful Child,
So close to my heart,
Be not angry or shamed
By this crafty world's art.
So many are snagged
By that same piercing dart.
Be assured, in your growth,
This will play a part.

My Loved One, I thank you
For trusting in me.
Admitting your ere
I know isn't easy.
Through this difficult task
Your strength I can see.
If I could then I would
From your pain set you free.

I hate that you hurt.
I weep like the rain.
But without ere and trial
There would be no gain.
Perfection's ideal,
But it's scars we retain.
Successes come not
Without aches, bumps and pain.

My guidance to you,
Own up to your act.
Blame nothing and no one.
No integrity lack.
The storm will then clear.
On course you'll be back.
A little life's lesson
To keep you on track.'

These words he could've said
And shown wisdom in grace.
Instead he worried
For his own precious face.
He fretted that I
His image might debase.
And that, he determined,
Could not be the case.

He'd held me so long
As his golden prize.
Proud that I glittered
In our world's watching eyes.
But gold changed to rust
And stained his cursed pride.
Forgive me that I
To that view could not rise.

Daddy, I hope that one day
I'll look past all you said.
That I won't be afraid
To let you in my head.
I know that you're trying
To mend what was shred.
Forever I'll love you,
But the old bond is dead.


Details | ABC | |

from the side line

I watch from  the side line as you walk for the very first time. Tears strolling down my face, 
wishing that I could be there watching you. I long to hold you in my arms and never let you 
go. It's hard knowing that someone else is raising you, when I am your birth mother. As I 
see your sweet little face with a smile so wide that I want to just pick you up and hold you 
close. I hear the word moma come out of your mouth and I ache inside. I know that I gave 
you up so that you could have a better life, but it still hurts to wake up and know that you are 
gone. I love you baby girls and I know that one day mom will be able to see the both of you. 
I watch from the side lines as the two of you grow up to be the princesses that you are. I 
long to be the one waking up with you in the middle of the night when you're sick or have 
had a bad dream. I know it just can't be though. Mom is only 18 and she needs to get her life 
together. So I watch from the side line hoping and praying that one day you will understand. 
Understand why I gave the two of you up to have a better life then I could have gave you. I 
love you Aaliyah and Kierra.


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As I Sit Here

As I sit here,

on this cold night.

Once again, I find myself

  missing you,

and holding you close

in my heart, Daddy dear.

As I look upon this picture,

I search your tired,

and weathered face.

Counting each line and knowing,

memories of love are stored there.

 Each one is like a written page,

that tells the story

of your life.


 Copyright©2007 Carla Faye Cox


Details | I do not know? | |

Motherly Love

Her blonde hair blows in the wind
As she sits on top of Dewdrop Hill
Tears run down her soft damp cheeks
For her mother was recently killed
She lays down beautiful fresh flowers
Then kisses her mothers grave
Tears falling from her bright blue eyes, she stands
She then tells herself she needs to be brave
Her head down low, she looks up
Only to see the perfect angel
Her face seems to light up with joy
She says aloud your very beautiful
Her mother opens her arms for a hug
The little girl runs up without a fight
They hug forever, never letting go
While the mother and daughter reunite


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I'm Not Ready Part 2

Daughter: 

Why?

Why did you do this to me?

I wasn’t ready to come out

And it hurt mommy

It hurt really badly

But then it stopped

You dumped me in a toilet

I didn’t even get a chance to say good bye

Why mommy?

What did I do wrong?

I loved you mommy

Didn’t you love me?

Didn’t you believe in me?

I promised I was going to make you proud

Did you think I couldn’t do it?

I sorry for not being good enough for you

I see you cry every night mommy, holding your stomach

More then you did when I was there

Everyone else seems happy but you

I wish you had let me be there for you

To love you unconditionally

But you didn’t want me to,

I noticed you never look in the mirror anymore

You don’t spend hours on your hair and makeup anymore

Remember how I was going to be your twin?

Is that why you never look?

Because of me?

Probably not

You don’t care about me

You killed me

Maybe you crying over daddy

He left you after you left me

I would’ve stayed mommy

I would’ve made sure you were happy

I would’ve loved you forever

But you didn’t give me a chance

 

Mother:  

I’m sorry

I’m so sorry

I messed up

They told me it wasn’t alive

But I saw the little body

Bloody, tiny, and helpless

I can’t do anything but cry

My boyfriend left me

My parents still won’t look at me

And now I’ve lost my only baby

I’m alone and empty

And a murderer

I didn’t even give her a chance

To see, breath, smile, cry, love, touch, smell, fail, succeed

To Live, and I regret it 


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My Strength Renewed, My Rock

On the day of July nine 
In the year of ninety and six. 
Her heart was so pure and so fine 
But too weak for the surgeon to fix. 
Her eyes still shown bright as day 
But her frail body had wasted away 
Her smile as warm as the love 
That she gave through Jesus above 
She knew she would not pull through 
But not one moment of sadness or blue 
Did she cast to her loved ones there 
Who waited and prayed for her care 
The Day was the twelfth of July 
The hours ticked endlessly by 
Many friends and family too 
People I never knew 
Came to say their farewells 
To a sister who with Jesus now sails 
On a peaceful and gentle tide 
To ever abide at his side 
As the service came to a close 
And the time was as everyone knows 
To cover her body with earth 
Though her spirit had now a new birth 
From out of the crowd stepped a child 
Who's heart like her grandmother's  was mild 
She picked up a shovel and prayed 
As everyone stood there dismayed 
Some tried to keep her from her task 
She looked to her Grandpa with eyes that ask 
He said to those who had tried 
To stop this child at the side 
Of her grandmother's still open grave 
With shovel in hand and heart so brave 
Let her be was his reply 
She's strong enough I won't deny 
She then began her chosen task 
Permitted to do what her heart had ask 
Shovel by shovel and tear by tear 
Her respect paid true to a lady so dear 
At the tender young age of only ten
This little girl whose life has been 
Directed and sculpted by the events of that day 
And by the grandmother who taught her to pray 
Just ten precious years she shared with her here 
But forever in her heart her grandmother is near 
I am the mother of this brave little child 
And never has any heart been so mild 
The day was the twelfth of July 
And to my Mother I said good bye 
A new strength was shown to me that day 
In the child I had birthed and taught to play 
Grandmother's shoes are not easy to fill 
But with a heart of gold and the strength and will 
She to this day has been my best friend 
In absence of Mother my rock to the end 
Now twelve years later a woman full grown 
No longer here with me, elsewhere on her own 
No matter the distance in miles or in time 
She still fills the shoes of that Mother so fine 
And knowing her task will never be done 
She looks to the Heaven's, The Father, The Son 
But also she looks for a glimpse now and then 
From the Grandmother she knows will hold her again


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From Your Little Girl

Daddy, Daddy, why is it
You can’t see? I don’t
Understand why it’s so hard for
You to love me for me. More than
Anything that’s what I want. For 
You to look past all the flaws and
Still be proud of me. I bleed for you
And you won’t even look, don’t
Care enough even to see. What more
Do you want? To raise my arms
And say I’m wrong? I know my 
Daddy’s not there anymore,
I know that he’s gone. All that’s
Left is a ghost, and I think 
What I miss most is that
My daddy loved me, my daddy
Cared. When I needed him, my
Daddy was there. I look for him
Now but he’s not there anymore.


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Daddy and Jasmine

Daddy: I tried to throw aside childish ways. But to no avail.  I was already in jail the day you 
came into this world.  When I first saw the tiny little girl.  I had her named "Jasmine", my 
heavenly pearl.
 
Jasmine: Now little Jasmine has been wondering where daddy is.  She wonders if it's her fault 
or his.  Who's to blame?  It doesn't  matter it hurts all the same.  No need to point fingers at 
mommy or daddy and calling names.  That would just cause more pain.   And harder to 
explain.  
       Little Jasmine wonders how much longer he'll be gone.  She notices other little girls with 
their fathers at home.  She's embarrassed her daddy's not around but continues on.  She's 
learned to be strong.  It's been so long since daddy was there for her birthday.  Today she 
had a school play.  She was so nervous, yet no one encouraged her, she would do okay.  
Jasmine is used to daddy being M.I.A.
       Over the years she's learned a lot.  She can't help but miss daddy - she's not a robot.  
She wants to tell him her dreams of being an astranaut.  But he's not around, to take her to 
the play ground, and spin her on the merry go round. Last week she learned to ride her bike 
and to swim.  She's learning to live her life without him.
       
Daddy:  Don't you dare think I don't care.  Because I was not there to braid your hair.  I was 
young and dumb  Always on the run. Like my own father - that's who I've become.  A lot of 
mistakes. But I wanted so bad to be a father for your sake.  Not being in your life was 
tremendous heartache.  I am sorry for not being there to play patty-cake.
       I wish I had been there to see you in school plays.  Wish I had seen you blow out 
candles your last eight birthdays.  As the years passed, I've achingly watched you grow up in 
photographs.  I've thought about you every single day.
       I did my best to stay in touch, with letters, cards, pictures and such.  Just to let you 
know, you ere missed so much.  I enjoyed every single letter you wrote to me.  I was so 
proud to be your daddy.  I was surprised to see a ten year old be so smart.  Sending your 
own letters in the mail to me touched my heart.  Because you thought of me like I thought of 
you.  Now that shows a fathers value!  I do promise to be there in the long run.  Daddy loves 
you Jasmine Ann Anderson!
 
Note:  A child spells love " T.I.M.E."!  Another man can never take my place as a "father', but 
he can definately take my position!  I had to learn this the hard way......


Details | I do not know? | |

I'll Always be Your Fool

I'll Always be Your Fool

I wish you were just an ex
Your wicked spell has me hexed,
Thinking I could get over you,
Damn I was such a fool

Ill never know how to get over you
I'm always going to be your fool..

I was all good until June,
Then my heart started craving food,
Just doesn't seem quite right,
Something isn't filling my appetite,

Ill never know how to get over you
I'm always going to be your fool..

Hit me like a brick,
My dad, the ultimate dick,
We haven't spoken in years,
You still brings me to tears,

Ill never know how to get over you
I'm always going to be your fool..

You should be here for this,
You cross my mind I get pissed,
Wish I could tuck these feelings,
Its all part of the healing,

Ill never know how to get over you
I'm always going to be your fool..

Whether its a wedding, 
New kid,
Something I've accomplished,
Or wish I did
I'd love to share it with you,
You'll never apologize,
So I'll just have to improvise
Don't think any amount of time will heal,
Gotta get a grip and learn to deal.




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Taken at Will

She was only fourteen
Taken at will 
Her family distraught
As they remain still

It was on a cold December night
Christmas was near
Their daughter went missing
As they began to fear

Is she another victim
Of this society of ours
Or this gang that's marauding
Leaving emotional scars

Young girls are taken
And sold abroad
Intended to work
As their young bodies are clawed

Many years pass
Their phone rings in the night
Interpol, Paris
We think we have sight

The morning follows
As they catch the next flight
The call they received
Confirmed it was right

Their daughter has been found
A shadow of her self
She's been used and abused
Cast on a shelf

They are finally together
To her parents she runs
They have their daughter back
Their tomorrow has begun

Further years pass
As their daughter grows
As she closes her eyes
Her past horror flows

 

 

 

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Details | I do not know? | |

Purple

Stay safe in my arms
Be my reason to breathe
Love unconditioned
When life seems to seethe

Love can be torture
Deceiving, standing with hate
The worst time of all
Is when it all goes away


Details | Pastoral | |

Nancy`s long journey to Heaven

Through the clouds
toward the bright light.
The gates of Heaven 
are in sight.
No more sadness
no need to roam.
No more earth
Heaven`s my "forever home."
The angelic choir sins
my favorite hymns.
Saint Peter comes over
to let me in.
I look at the
streets of gold.
in the distance God`s mansion I behold.
God calls me
he knows my name.
I`m so happy now
no more pain.
out stretched arms    he
welcomes me home.
"well done my daughter
I`m glad your home."


Details | I do not know? | |

CAYLEE MARIE ANTHONY

Oh little one, for you I stand
Oh little one, your life I defend
A voice that can no longer be heard
Justice for you, I will not be deterred
All my waking hours and they have been long
I fight for a verdict, I must be strong
For at the end it is you that I see
Justice for a beautiful and precious Caylee

God has taken you home, here you were not deserved
Suffer no longer, for now judgment reserved
The punishment we seek here on earth was not meant to be
An unfocused jury has set your killer free
But I know that one day and hopefully soon
She will stand before God and his wrath she’ll consume

An angel you are and always will be
The Lord took your hand and set you free

Rest in peace Caylee Marie Anthony


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Dirty trick

It’s 3:15 am and you’re out walking the street

Been a long night for you, treated like fresh meat

Only sixteen, shaking your stuff for the boys

Moving that tight can with your bag full of toys

A john here and there, what the hell, just another lay

Use me, rape me, push it in deep, whatever you have to say

Your old man’s got three other tarts; it is his trick of the tail

All young hot girls on the street, fresh meat for sale

You’re just another runaway, sometimes getting beat

Too close to the fire, you’re gonna get burned, you don’t even feel the heat

One night a trick goes bad, they find you the next day dead

The last thing going through your mind was something your momma always said

Baby girl, don’t get yourself in the world alone and lost

You have no idea what it will do, no measure of the cost


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She's a Runaway

While on patrol Down by the beach A shadow in the water Just out of my reach It's off a young girl About sixteen years old What would have troubled her For her life to fold We report it in And await the coroners van To unscramble this enigma As to why this all began Down at the morgue Through her belongings we look A bracelet we find And her diary book We check on the computer Under the missing persons file This girl so young Still a juvenile We sit and ponder At her watery stray This girl so young She's a runaway We head back to the patrol car For we have sad news to tell How do you tell her parents For inside me it dwells We knock on the door And her mother appears May we please come in As her smile disappears On the beach front tonight A young girl was found In the shallows by the pier I'm so very sorry, she drowned On the way back to the precinct I'm thinking of home Of my own young daughter Pray-fully, she'll never roam A week has passed Since they laid her to rest They said, look after your daughter I sure will mam, I'll do my best http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php


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No More Time For Goodbye

What were you thinking when the lights went out?
You closed your eyes; breathed your last breath,
Was it me you were wondering and worried about?
Did you finally find peace when at last you found death?

Fate can be cruel and I didn't know
How someone so loving and kind
Could endure so much pain of the body and soul
And that soon you would leave me behind. 

A part of me wanted to run and to hide
And get just as far away as I could
But love held me back even though I had tried
To make that decision between bad and good.

I wanted to stay with you till you were gone
Since I knew you would do that for me.
You brought me into this world all alone,
So I knew by your side I should be.

You gave me life; I was your little girl,
And you loved me with no room for doubt.
I had your help coming into this world,
So I knew that I must help you out.

You never gave up and you never gave in
To the fear that I knew was inside.
I held you, dear Mother right up till the end,
Then laid down beside you and cried.

I knew you were gone even though I held tight
To the hope that you were just sleeping,
I lay on your bed with you praying you might
Just wake up when you heard me start weeping.

How could you be with me,and then gone away?
In an instant, you just disappeared.
I wanted to hold you and beg you to stay.
Like a child, I was so filled with fear.

"Mommy, don't go" my heart cried out to you;
"I need you, don't leave me alone!"
I said those same words on my 1st day of school;
Still remembered, long after I'm grown.

Alone in a world with no Mom and Dad,
How could I survive in this place?
I remembered the times as a child I'd been bad
And the hurt mixed with love on your face.

I know in my heart that there never will be
A love that compares to a Mother's.
I took it for granted; I just couldn't see...
And I tried to replace it with others.

I think that she watches me from up above
Just to make sure I'm doing alright.
Sometimes I can sense her and I feel her love
Like a candle still burning so bright.

She watches me, guides me and helps me to grow
Like she'd do if she were still living.
From her vantage point up in Heaven she knows
All the roadblocks and detours God's giving.

There are so many things about her I miss
Though I know she looks down from above.
Her shining blue eyes, her smile and her kiss;
But what I miss most, is her LOVE.


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All Alone on the Shore Road

To whoever finds my letter, or even reads my words
I know what to say, but i know I'll never be heard

I sit on this shore road, all alone and afraid
My exams are a nightmare, can't even make my grades

Who can i turn to, where can i go
I'm so far behind, the other kids say I'm slow
 
The lure of the shoreline, inviting waters of end
What will i find there, for who will i befriend

To my mama and papa, i do love you so
From your loving daughter, with the waters I'll flow




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Details | I do not know? | |

Sacrifice or Murder

I killed my son
I sacrificed my little one
So I could continue to party
He was to be just like his daddy
Smile and chase girls like his many god-daddies

I killed my daughter
It’s like I brought my baby girl to the beach
And held her head under the water
Like I put poison in her bottle

I gave my seed cyanide in a water bottle
Heartless bastard
What kind of man kills his seed
What possesses his heart to commit such a deed
Lord forgive your son and daughter
Who killed her son
Who killed his daughter 

We slit his wrists
Though there were no wrists to slit
Yet we put razors to her tiny hands
Cause he would mess up our plans
We should’ve made it work
Looking back I’d make it not hurt

To take her life
I would’ve done my baby right 
I’d been just like my daddy
Teach my boy to swim
Teach him to shave and drive
I’d teach my baby girl to ride her bike
Tell her that little boys were evil

I want my “daddy’s girl”
I want my son to see this world
Parents from two islands, paradise
Life would be a walk through paradise

But our seed is gone
That dream is done
That nightmare now relived
Spiritual pain now received 

Mommy’s gone
Our love is done
We sacrificed you
To murder our love
We sacrificed our love 
To murder you


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Let It Go

Sometimes I just have to cry,
Nothing can change what occurs inside,
Heart mourns 
Spirit weeps,
Real clarity requires me to dig deep

Ive tried holding it in, 
Nothing positive comes,
Good and bad voices argue,
Repels harmony of turtle doves

Learning to let it go,
Not an easy thing,
Recognizing lost control,
I acknowledge this with a ring,

Cant ignore than im human,
Biological needs ignore people needing to be pleased,
Overwhelming at first, but I welcome this with ease,
Society wants to be emotionally numb, I refuse to spread that disease






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There Was A Time In America

There Was A Time In America… There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even In public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the Bible and do to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life. This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton 11/25/11


Details | I do not know? | |

Not Fair

Not Fair

When I Think it's done, 
My emotions become undone,
I cried for hours for you,
You always fail to come through,
   
Not fair, I cry and cry
My love will never die,

Been 6 years for me.
You live 10 min from me,
Never bother to call,
Apologize for sorrow you installed,


Not fair, I cry and cry,
My love for you will never die,

Your the ass I cant shake,
Thought I'd get over you,
Huge mistake,
With every milestone.
Every happy moment,
there's a part of me,
your love would be my happy token

Not fair,I cry and cry,
My love for you will never die


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Missing You

I sent a balloon
Into the sky,
I know that you
Are wondering why…

The balloon is free
To roam above,
Sending my sorrow
Along with my love…

The balloon flies up
While the bird sings,
Sending my mom
Her angel wings…

So when I get down
Feeling the gloom,
I look up to heaven
And send her a balloon.


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Rock Climbing

My daughter and I Were rock climbing one morning We got up real high I reached the top of the rock And awaited my daughter Something went bad wrong Her rope came completely loose And she was falling I grabbed rope hard and tightly But she was slipping away I started to fall Caught myself nearly the end I heard a small voice Yelling up to me, pleading “Save yourself, just let me go”
And I had to…
Russell Sivey This is a fictitious poem . No events actually took place in my life. Entrant into Lisa Hiatt ~Dark Poetess "Letting go " contest 3/30/2012


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Mama Cries With Raindrops

I saw tears in my baby girls eyes today
I heard her whisper, mama can you hear me
She said mama, I really miss you and need you hear
She said can you see the flowers mama, here beneath this tree

And as I listened, I heard my baby girl say
Mama they're your favorite color, can you see them from above
And as I knelt down beside her, I said mama loves roses
I told her when it rains, it's mama sending her love

When mama's happy, mama cries with raindrops
Yes, mama cries with raindrops
So when the flowers bloom so big and bright
Always remember, mama cries with raindrops
Mama cries with raindrops

I saw a smile on my baby girls face today
Heard her whispering, mama it's been awhile 
She said mama, I planted some new flowers just for you
She said mama can you smell the flowers, beside this dirt pile

Just then raindrops started to fall
A soft white cloud moved in over the yard above
My baby girl turned to me with a big smile and said
Daddy look, mama's sending her love

When mama's happy, mama cries with raindrops
Yes, mama cries with raindrops
So when the flowers bloom so big and bright
Always remember, mama cries with raindrops
Mama cries with raindrops


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Sadness

The women stood in front of the table 
Her sad hands
Empty
Hallow
With nothing
she looked at her daughter
smiles and laughter
i wish her the best
nothing less
the sun shines on your golden hair
i love you, dear
Dont get hurt
promise me you wont
take my hand
one last time
forever more
say that you must
smile
dance
laugh
sing
just promise me you will dream
when i fade to grey
you are getting older 
you have a life
children of your own
you start to cry
clutch to my hand
ill never leave
im always here
Clinging...


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The Curse of Unlimited Time

“Don’t forget to take your dose.”
My stomach in knots, as I shakily spoke.
“Baby, you know my death is coming close.”
“But mommy, I don’t want you to go.”

Doctors walked past,
Blurs of white stepping in and out fast,
As my mother and I tried to make the night last,
Pulling out memories and revisiting the past.

All of our ‘remember when’s’,
Made me wish I was there again,
Back when I thought there was time to spend,
With my mom, on who I could always depend.

“Why’d this have to happen now?”
My lips trembled as thoughts were spoken aloud.
“How can we change it, baby? Please, tell me how.”
“Cancer can’t take you! It’s not allowed!”

I crawled up beside her,
Beside my hero, my mother,
I heard the slow heart of my source of will-power,
And cursed the sickness that absorbed and devoured.

My mind rushed with things I needed to say,
Secrets that I kept so they’d stay out of the way.
But I was cut short as time ticked away,
And only one memory in my mind began to play.

“Remember when I started to cry,
That one day you never told me goodbye?
I always knew it was a silly reason why,
But you came back anyways and this was your reply.”

“My pretty little princess, I love you!
And I will always know you love me too.
So if I forget to say bye, please don’t be blue,
Because our bond is strong and will always stay true.”

The memory made up for things I couldn’t tell her,
And in this moment it made me feel the slightest bit better.
But yet all these emotions were flooding like water,
As I knew I was going to lose my mommy forever.

“I promise I love you baby, that’s all you need to know,”
And this time it was her voice that shakily spoke.
“I’m not scared of death, I’m just scared of letting you go.”
She winced in pain, death was too close.

“Mommy!” I screamed, scared out of my mind.
She smiled, then it faded as she laid there and died.
It’s indescribable what loss and longing I felt inside,
My mind went numb as I couldn’t bring myself to cry.

I need you,
I want you,
I miss you…

I love you mommy.


Dedicated to all who have lost their moms.
In sickness or old age,
Whatever it may have been,
This is for you.



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The little girl

The little girl who wasted years
Ignoring precious time
Has given love a second chance
By mending what's inside
And thus by healing her broken heart
Two were saved to find
A friend they lost, far out of sight
But never out of mind
And the  little girl with an empty hand
Now holds her mother's tight
Free to talk about the pain 
Of time that passed them by

And though the years once lost are gone
It's now that holds the key
It's not how many seasons change
But time before we leave
To tell the ones we love the most
With measured time to share
For a fleeting life, comes and goes
But love's forever there,
Was a lesson learned by the little girl
Who closed her heart one day
But given to so very few
A second chance to say
That love is now between us
The wall's been taken down
The daughter's found her rightful place
Beside her mother now

Kevin D. Fix





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Stop

Stop right there before you die,
I throw away the knife and cry.
Living hurts too much I don't want to live.
I can no longer forget or forgive.
No! This has become out of hand.
The knife is now banned.
Please save me.
Don't be deaf to my plea.
Don't let me do it.
Hold my hand and guide me through it.


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sometimes

sometimes I use your cup
to pretend that you live near
sometimes I lie on your bed
and imagine you are here
sometimes I look for flights
and work out how to fly
sometimes I say your name 
and try hard not to cry.


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One Year Ago Today

 
Sitting in the corner of a crowded room,
thinking back to that saddening day,
one year went much too soon,
a year since I let her fall away.
So much around me has changed,
yet my mind seems to have not,
a world of imprisonment so strange,
but even this couldn't change my thought.
a year of nothing but sorrow,
days of mourningful events,
today she is all I can swallow,
nothing else shall make a dent. 
A tear shall be shed for my Kiyah,
a child whom I let get away,
long past when I expire,
should she have been enjoying the day. 
  
 


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A crack in life

Many times you left me out to dry dangling from a string.
I can't comprehend why you don't control your urge. 
I know every night at midnight you sneak out and splurge.
Before that smokey pipe you were so full of youth.
Now your eyes are grey and bleak,cutting into the cold hard truth.
What's left of you now is hopeless and dim.
Daddy,will you ever find your peace with Him.
It's so baffling when you smoke your crack.
Each time you leave I wonder if your coming back.


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What you are made up to be

foolish within that shows through the skin, you're hopeless but hoping for the worst for me. I don't care for you, and never will. You will see when you burn in hell, in the future near you'll see that I wasn't the one wrong, so don't try to be sincere. You think it's all about you, when the truth is no one wants anything to do with you. You've already over thought it all, and now you're all alone starring at the wall. I bet you realize now that the pain you feel you caused yourself. Within in all, comes the suffering of withdraw. All the pills that you've swallowed won't save your sorrow.


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Why Mother

Why did you do this to us
Why did you cheat on Father
What did the other family have that we don't 
Do they know you like we do
We love you 
You can still come back to us
We all will forgive you
Even Father would 
If he was alive
He killed himself because the loss of you
Was too unbearable
That's how much he loved you
He loved you more than us
Please Mother
Will you come back to us
Father commited suicide for crying out loud
We're all scared
We're all alone
We need someone
We need a mother
We need you
But
It's your fault he died
Don't you care at all
We're about to go to an orphanage
Our little family is going to split apart because of you
On second thought
You will never be forgiven
You never loved him
You never even cared about us did you
You know what
I hope you have a horrible life
I hope you feel guilt at what you did
We don't need you
Not anymore
Your not apart of my family
Not now
Not ever


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Etched on my Heart

Etched on my Heart I carved your name on the track today, Lilianna is now etched there forever. Each letter is already on my heart, Nothing will ease its weight. On the other side, I stand at your grave, There your name is carved in stone. A mother should never bury her child. But since I’ll never forget, you are still here.


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Undone

Fluttered by on angel wings 
only moments did you stay 
a dream never fully realized 
but a gift never so precious 
wouldn’t trade a moment 
not a tiny instant 
the blessing of you 
altered eternal 
heart branded by your love 
forever changed by you 
all too soon called home 
premature departure 
nearly ripped me in two 
but I know it’s not our end 
there’s no doubt to be had 
no our story's not over 
we will be together 
I'll hold you once again 



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No ones to blame, that your soul is put to shame

I don't understand, how i'm blame to be the biggest sin the world can see. you're little tall tails, you try and make the people believe are all hopeless, just like the heart inside of you beats. i'm breathing like i always do, i'm not gonna miss a single breath over you. when you're the one, that's suppose to be here for me, even when death captures the life of me. sadly, you're mistaken, for the life you've overtaken. the life of a drugged out temptresses is not a life to lead, thats why you aren't my example of the future to me. i don't want to be the one that is always the one to plead, for money, for sex, for looks, oh you're something i've learned to not be from those certain books. you weren't there for me to write, when you were suppose to be, the introduction author about the life of me. the life of me, how interesting can that be? well, i must say, you helped me be able to write about a girl who has been terribly betrayed. where's my mother, the one whose suppose to be like none other? you gave me no one, but myself to look up too.


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A Poem Untitled

Leave, be gone
I've had enough
Leave, be gone

I'll sit in my chair
Cold and creaking
Go, LE(don't)AV(go)E
Have your fun.

Sitting here
alone
tears
f
all(alone)
ing
from hurt eyes

worry

News Comes
collapes
tears
f
all(alone)
f
all(alone)

fall

Leave, be gone
(re)Tears, joy(wind)
Don't leave
never(alone)

never(alone)


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THE SENDING saying goodby as teen leaves home

THE SENDING

The Teen, smiles 

with bag in hand, tickets for escape
       Anxious to stand in another hall
       Anxious to eat the junk of college life
       Anxious to sleep in another bed
       Anxious to discover the embrace of sweeter younger arms

The Parent, smiles

with bittersweet baby memories flashing, Fear choking words, Stoic shake of hands
        Anxious

  











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At The Very Least, The Snow Came Down

At the very least the snow came down
Two feet in front is all I could see
A blanket of white has covered the ground
As the trees stand layered in icicle dress
I started to roll a ball of snow
Quite big, I was impressed!
~
   The second ball left me feeling queasy
Lifting it onto the first
Then rolling the last, now that was easy
When I placed it on the second snow ball
And as I looked around
The snow continued to fall.
~
   The snowman looked a little silly
Yet still was like your dream
I made the eyes out of two lilies
The smile from ruby gems
A marshmallow made the pipe
With a Dogwood wood twig for a stem.
~
   It was so heartfelt that day it snowed
Yet fit your description of your dream
You and I under the whispering clouds that glowed
Building a snowman together by the stone
Rattling off with giggles
While singing home sweet home.
~
   Such beautiful love I felt, playing in the snow
The snow angel? Well that made me cry
As I knew it was time to go
I brought a dozen roses that day
Placed them in the arms of the snowman
Who is now, watching over your grave.
~
~
     By:Darren J McMurray
        March 3, 2009


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misty dawn

sweetest heart
forever loved
death can not tear us apart 
guiding wind
unsung songs
forever kind
in my heart you 
you will always
    belong
i miss you everyday
without you my 
world is blue
i love you true
my  precious child


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U Sacrificed Me

My Mother told me I'll understand,
   one day when I love a man.
She told me I would do anything for him,
   for love love if I can.
She told me I'll do things for him,
   I would have never forseen.
She told me I 'll even put him,
    before my own dreams.
My mother told me,
    one day I'll understand.

My mother told me at the age of ten,
    she needed me to please her boyfriend.
I knew not how I could,
     and didn't yet comprehend.
Especially when I considered,
     my mother my bestfriend.
She told me to take my clothes off,
     lay down and close my eyes.
Then she raised her voice at me,
     as she said now is not the time to ask why.

Then her boyfriend walked in,
     and asked her, why wasn't I undress.
Then he came over kissed my lips,
    and began fondling my breast.
He grabbed my arm then told me,
    now you'll make love to a real man.
I tried to snatch my arm away and tried to run,
    but quickly  he grabbed my hand.
He dragged me into the room,
    by my arm and neck.
Then he told me today I'll know,
    how it felt to be considered wet.

He told to lye down,
   as he closed the door and smiled.
Then he said today you cross over,
   into adulthood from being just a child.
I didn't take off my clothes,
   because I didn't want anthing to do with this.
He walked  back out the room,
  and offered my mother another hit.
He came back into my room, 
  and layed back on my bed.
The he said today,
   you'll learn to appreciate giving me head.

After a time or two,
  of purposely biting his manhood.
He snatched me up by hair saying nevermind,
   let me go down there and make you feel good.
I kept my eyes closed the the whole time,
   trying to understand and realize.
Why was this "real" man tongue,
 between my thighs.
When he was finished he layed on top of me,
   placing his manhood inside.
Then he made me get on top and said now,
   I'll teach you how to finally ride.

When he got tired,
  of doing all of that.
He said now I'll teach you,
  how to lye on your back.
When he was finished he said,
  this isn't just your butt crack.
I screamed to the top of my voice,
  through it all but no one could hear.
Through the schorching
   pain and many tears.
The older I became,
  the more I continued not to understand.
Why or how could my mother sacrifice me,
   for the love of a man!


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nobody's daughter

It doesn't matter how beautiful you are,
When your name is
Nobody's Daughter.
You don't really have anything,
Nothing to contrast what you have been,
What you have done,
To what you could never be.


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The Childless Mother

The Childless Mother

You once had a mother 
And how was she?
She was gentle, kind and caring,
As gracious as could be.

And you?
You played house,
You dressed your dolls,
You took them for walks in their prams
You gave them their bottles,
And you rocked them to sleep.

But now, you know,
You’ll never be a mother,
You experience anguish, hurt and pain,
Which our loving heavenly father
Takes away again and again and again.


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No Color or Relgion, Ever Stopped a Bullet from a Gun

I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
 
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
 
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
 
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
 
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
 
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
 
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
 
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
 
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
 
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php


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A YOUNG LIFE TAKEN

Ruth wasn't more than seventeen,
the cutest girl I had ever seen;
a drunk driver collided head-on
with a Buick Regal at an excessive speed.
That intoxicated man had smoked weed...
he once was a clean, responsible son.


Yesterday her mom was so proud of a boy so mannered and tame,
today she's gotten a share of the horrendous shame;
he's not aware of the horrifying crash, he continues to laugh;
while in the passenger's seat of the other car Ruth bleeds to death. 


The nearest hospital' ambulance comes within five minute's time,
the car radio is still playing that song with perfect rhyme;
Ruth's face is covered with blood and pieces of glass,
and her mom tries to wipe them off with a towel as white as her dress.
She hopes that those paramedics would save her,
but she has no pulse,...how heart-wrenching is Ruth's mother despair!


Why did he drink irresponsibly, get behind the wheel and enter the opposite lane? 
Didn't he know that a car is a weapon that often takes the life of an innocent person? 
" So sorry for my son's negligence and impairment, I will share your deep pain."
Will's mom apologizes in an attempt to comfort her while sunlight brings on the dawn.


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Sharp Objects

Open your eyes
It's time to pay attention
Take a good look at your life
And it's deteriorating condition

No one can run indefinitely
Your soul will succumb to exhaustion
All that you fear, you must confront eventually
Escaping reality forever is not possible

I know you don't want to lose everything
And you haven't any time to waste
You're not the only one who's suffering
Just how long do you think she can wait

You gave up your right to self-indulgence
When you made the choice to give life to another
There's no excuse for such indolence
Now that you have become somebody's mother

As you inject away her future
I hope you feel more than just a little shame
If you don't stop you are going to lose her
This is her life that you're laying to waste


Details | Concrete | |

friday's child

We always called Cassandras
immature the way she ran
through town with her electric hair
and torn clothes, telling us
that we already know:
that regiment of clouds
that cloud bombard us soon
with snow, cloud burry us;
that art in an equivocal gift,
that every flower awaited
it's proper place
on out funeral wreaths.
We knew all of that
she waas our own child.
But once betrothed to grief.
What could we do but morn?
we let her speak and speak,
all words so angry
are metephors.


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"Your Unforgiven"

It's been five long years,
Although it seems a thousand lifetimes ago...
It marked the beginning of fresh new fears for me-
The day my mother became my foe...

I would'nt believe it could happen.
The thought never crossed my mind.
It never once occured to me-
That my mother would leave me behind...

Up until that exact moment-
Right up till the very end;
The end only marking the beginning-
I believed my mother was also my friend...

And being her only child-
I thought she'd always have my back.
But an unconditional love for me
was something she greatly "LACKED".

To be all alone in the world,
Is obviosly something she's never felt.
As I still struggle to keep from drowning-
I'm still willing my heart not to melt...

It melts at the thought of her calling my name...
It melts when I still try to breathe...
It melts when I hope to wake-up & discover,
                                    that mommie never left me-
                                                    It's just a "bad dream"...

The days go by,
Though time hasn't stopped...
And I'm living this "Real to Life Nightmare"
In a big ugly world, that hasn't been POPPED...

Someday I hope it gets easier,
'Cuz I must have been a real "LET DOWN"....
Or maybe I'll just get DIZZIER-
As this world keeps spinning me around...

I was a bad choice, I guess;
One of many she's talked of making...
So why GOD thought it neccessary to take my ANGELS,
Will always be a mystery...
Why was I FORSAKEN?...

I hope they make-up for my being all WRONG...
But when she took my "last reason for breathing"-
Didn't HE hear my heart break?
Couldn't he feel me BLEEDING?

Yes, it was a very long time ago.
That sad day mommie wished me away...
You'd think in five years I'd be over it-
It's been "One-Thousand Eight-Hundred and Twenty-five days,
Since the second I BLINKED and became an orphan,
No longer thier MOMMIE-Alone with no family-
A SINGLE LINK...

Guess I'll think twice before blinking again-
Because it confirmed all suspicion of being my
                                "MOMMIES GREATEST SIN".

I'm sorry, Mommie, I disappointed you so-
I hope my babies make you proud, even after they grow...

I didn't mean to bring you down-
You should've been proud of the 'Only Child' you were given-
The same little girl that made you frown...
                                Just Me............
                                  Your Unforgiven.


KC 1/18/05


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I'm Not Ready Part 1

Mother:

Shivering nights follow me as my stomach grows

I feel her inside me

I can picture her face, smile, personality

Worth such a huge future

But I couldn’t give it to her

I’m not ready…

He doesn’t want her

We couldn’t handle it

The pressure, the responsibility

And god the things that are happening to my body

I’m not ready

I’m not

My mom cries whenever she looks at me

My dad doesn’t even look

I couldn’t take care of her by myself

Maybe…maybe I can give her away

To a family that could love her until I’m ready

There’s so much I haven’t done

Goals I haven’t fulfilled

All my dreams are gone

Because of a mistake

A onetime mistake

I learned my lesson

But I can’t take care of this baby

She needs so much more,

She deserves so much more

I can’t let her come into this world like this

I’m not ready

 

Daughter:

Its ok mommy

You don’t have to worry

You’re not alone

I still love you

You can still follow your dreams if you try

And teach me how to do right

I’m going to be a sweet baby

People are going to call me your twin

Don’t you like the sound of that mommy?

I promise to do my best in everything

So I can make you proud mommy

When I come

We’ll have each other

And that’s all that's going to matter

We’ll prove everyone wrong

And do better than anyone expected

We can do it mommy

You can do it

I believe in you

 

Mother:

I can’t do this

I can’t

I’ll try again when I’m ready

It’s not even alive yet

So it’ll be ok

He said he would leave me

My dad said I was stupid

And my mom…

She had such high hopes and dreams for me

I can still do it

I can make them proud

But not with this thing growing in me

It’s ok

It can’t feel anything

And later on ill be the best mother ever

But not now

I’m not ready


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Silence

After millions of seconds,
every second seeming,
much longer than the other.
All we wanted was good news, 
all we wanted was you...

 A night with little excitement 
only listening to the music, 
and watching stars make lame jokes,
 my sister and I heard a ring,
only faint cause the phone was outside.

Praying that everything was all right
we only wanted you safe,
we hear a sob from my mom.
As the moment my life fell apart
the good news never came.
 
You ran,
you jumped,
you swam, 
you quit.
Why?
I don't understand.

We still haven't stopped asking questions,
Why you? Why us? Why then?
Those questions will never be answered.
It's been almost five years
Why?!

When you left you took a part of us with you,
My mom says hello, 
Can you say hello to Ashley for me? 
I hope you take her camping, and watch the stars at in the sky.
I hope everything's alright.

I know your dad came to join you,
Does it make you happy when people join you,
maybe that's what was going through my sisters mind,
maybe we all miss you more than you'd expect

Ever since you've been gone,
there has been a silence,
never questioned cause we don't want to face the truth
I wonder if you had more time if you wouldn't have done it,
do you regret it, or do you like the silence in the clouds.

We will never understand why you ran.
Life hasn't been the same since,
it's gone done hill from there,
you will always be in my thoughts.


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Pretty

My tinny girl
Let me taking you to your mother's side
She's worrying about  you
Since the last Flowery Festival
Let us bring her happiness and joy

Stop searching broken dreams
In those dirty alleys of New York's alleys
Your mother is waiting
In the Brickfield of Texas

Come to your daddy
He's dying and cancer is eating both of them
Come home at once without any regret 
We are going to take you back
We're going to forgive you

Let's give
That child
A hearty home.


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Yesterday

Yes, it was yesterday that i laughed, but today i cry.
Yesterday i was a woman with confidence,
Today i bury my face and hide.
Yesterday i was filled with hope and dreams,
Today i am overtaken with guild and doubt.
So-that was yesterday you may say, and today is another day.
you, may never understand the damage done by one day
but trust me---
Yesterday i laughed
Today i cry
Tomorrow-- i fear.


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The Daughter

Today I lived my life with ghosts
Both living and dead
Your face, their face
Slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor
Hundreds of pictures of you and them
Hundreds of moments and moments and moments
Too numerous and caught in that web of time
Dangled on a cobweb so thin, so fine
It could break but does not snap
And lasts and lasts
And holds and holds
All there, suspended in that instant
Before falling to the floor,
Or in the box of memories. To be kept.

So where do you reside, in the bin or the box?
Where do you live for future’s worth?
Will you be cut adrift or salvaged in those stepping stones to the past.

And yet, she still picked up those photos of you 
Pained and dulled
Still confused and stabbed by what has happened over time.
She saw your face and paused. Reflected.
She then gently collected up those images of you and me
And saved them in the box
One day for all to see in times to come.
She decided not to put you in the bin.
Unlike me.

She rescued her childhood.
Put down a marker in the sand
And said stop to the sea
To the waves and waves
That break over time and pain
Saved you from the blankless pile of Venice and Florence
And Christmas and beaches and Barbies and laughter
And with a simple dignity 
She gave you back some worth.




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Reunion

It was a moment that transcended time
We were all unable to stay calm
Our emotions were at their most prime
Seven years since my wife had seen her mom

Years ago, when my wife left her nation
She had to leave her family behind
Her life was full of loss and of frustration
Never, were they too far from her mind

Their words were said without their being spoken
Their embrace could crush the strongest ever
A mother - daughter bond can not be broken
Their reunion was captured forever

The energy expelled could build a bomb
Seven years since my wife had seen her mom
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Rwanda Wrongs

In 1957, there existed a plan
To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan
Power they had, too much for one side
The foundation for, future Genocide
 
1960, the monarchy was gone
Will both sides sing the same song
Sadly not as the persecutions start
Ripping this African country apart
 
1973, under a new regime
Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain
Progress and reconciliation proposed to be
For this country to unite, finally
 
1994, Habyarimana gunned down
His assassination, country drowns
This killing of him, the carnage starts
Population half, ripped apart
 
The killings horrific, no one spared
Machete slain, heads caved
Hacking, be-headings as families fall
As CNN tune in, the world appalled
 
The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes
Men, women and children you can't describe
Women raped, and the unborn slain
This horrific act of human pain
 
Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead
By another clan, they thought were friends
Indescribable to the world as our televisions show
The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow
 
Where does it all end, can we try the same songs
How many more of these Rwanda wrongs
It appears to be a human trait
To kill each other for the sake of it


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The Day The Angels Came

I see her image sitting over there, all alone
Streaming tears running down her cheeks, on her face
Her soft little whimpering voice, a babies tone
I remember when she said c'mon daddy, let's have a race
It was her first time that she played, in the yard outside
I still recall her great big smile, on her tiny face
And the tears that ran down her cheek, when she cried
Because she tore her brand new dress, with the pink lace

She always was my little Angel, my only child
But I still cry when I remember, how mommy died giving birth
But those pains somehow went away, when my baby smiled
Oh how it was so cute that day, she caught a fish
It was only three inches long, but to her it was just something sticky
And how she loved taking flowers, to her Mommy's grave
She always made me smile and laugh, when she said daddy
Mommy's stone needs some paint, that it's old and gray

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky
And how the day was dark, when we buried her
Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face
In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

My heart did break that dreadful day, by a truck
As she ran out to get her ball, into the street
And when I picked her up she hugged my neck, where she was struck
I held her so tight to me, rapped in a sheet
She said daddy it'll be o.k., as I wiped blood from her feet
She said mommy says we'll be waiting, with God in heaven
I'll never forget how my heart was broke, there in the street
That day I lost my pride and joy, to some drunken men

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky
And how the day was dark, when we buried her
Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face
In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This Is a sad song, Not a true story


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The Friday You Left

Waking up to the words
“Your mom needs you in here now”

Standing there waiting for it to happen
Losing you

Your gone now left us here with the
Empty shell and the rears in our eyes

A broken heart from the loss of you

Your suffering is over but
Ours has just begun

I still love you no matter what

I miss you but I know your
Still here with me

The Friday you left I lost my dad


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Daddy, Daddy

Daddy just try and pretend you care,
Daddy, where are you? I need you, I'm scared.
Daddy, please save me from these demons inside
The ones that are destroying me and eating me alive.
Daddy, do you love me? I can't see it in your eyes.
Daddy, I need you when all I want is to die.
Daddy, all I want is for you to hug me and say it's okay,
Daddy I know that's something you'll never say,
because Daddy, I'm not perfect but all I can do
Is try not to be a failure, just good enough for you.


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Merry Christmas, Dad

Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


Dad,

    I always think of you
           every day...
              but holidays like this

can make it a little harder.

I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
     see the lights up in the square
           the busy murmurs of people
               shopping for their loved ones...

It seems almost perfect.

The tree, the lights,
      the gifts,
          the songs and plays
              joyful vacation days;

but something's missing.

The voice that rang throughout the house
      Christmas season
            singing triumphantly, beautifullly
                  "O Holy Night"

I still can't listen to that song
    without hearing
         your strong voice
               in my ears.

The hands that wiped my tears,
     wrapped my Christmas presents
           made his special "banana pudding recipe"
                left me letters from Santa.

Oh dad... how I miss you.

I know they say time heals
      and life goes on
          and all those other wonderful cliches
                 that people always tell you

simply because they don't know what else to say.


I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.

I speak of you often
    to my own little girl
         want her to know
              the grandpa she can't meet yet...

the grandpa who would love her so.

Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
     I never got to say thank you...
         for everything.
              for helping me to be

the woman I am today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
   I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
       I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
           My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.

I wish that you could know how much
     you've always meant to me
         and all the things that you have done
              to shape my life, so positively...

But all that I can say,
        is this:

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.


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Life Will Not Change Unless You Change

Dedicated to my daughter Heather

Hello my dear one, I am here to say I care
I wish for you the world, but you must be aware
You will never become more, than you allow yourself to be
So open up your eyes, and listen carefully 
I see the courage of a woman through the years I do admire
You speak and I will listen, with you I never tirer
If you could see what I do, and believe in yourself
It wouldn’t be long before, another you would help
Change your thoughts of habit, and live the life you dream
For it’s not so far out of reach, but much closer than it seems
Listen to your inner voice, let it be your guide
Stay away from foolish advice, it’s these things that makes you hide
Within you lives the passion, just waiting to be free
So trust in your heart, and let it be your key 
People say they are your friends, but what you need to know
For if this in fact was the truth, your best interest they would bestow
Reach for your inner strength when life becomes a chore
Life is worth the effort, so dare to dream for more
Nothing is impossible, when your heart is in align  
You don’t need anyone, to make your light shine
If there ever was a time for you, to be precise
Don’t let today get away, to meaningless devise 
Your beautiful in all your glory, so be everything you are
And hold your head up high today;  for there is help beyond the stars 

This poem was inspired by my son Tommy {in heaven}
Tom is also Heather’s Brother & Best Friend

Written With Much Love and Respect,
Mom


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The Puppy And A Rose

I Drew A Puppy and A Rose
Then I Sat Back… and I Cried
It bought back such Memories
‘afore my Grandma Died…

A Golden Puppy and Red Rose…
and Me, in Grandma’s Garden
a-Playing and a-Growing
and all the Ruckus, She’d Pardon

Sometimes, She’d take me by the Hand
And We’d Walk between the Rows
… of  Onions and Potatoes, Greenbeans
Blackeye-Peas and Tomatoes

She had a Pecan and a Peach Tree
And I had a Slide, and See-Saw – Swing
And I’d hold that Puppy in my Lap
And the Sunshine gave me Wings !...

Then, I’d make some Mud-Pies
And tried to brush the Puppy’s Teeth
But, Instead of getting Spanked
The Folks just Laughed at Me…

And, Oh, the Flowers in the Front Yard
And on the Porch – all the Pretty Roses
We’d Poke our Faces, Real Close
To get the Perfume in our Noses…

God… I Loved that Puppy
And Lord… I Love my Grandma
… and I Love You and Your Son
… for  Memories and Teardrops, at What I Draw…


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MY GIFT TO DENISE

Denise is barely twelve and smart,
she has been an orphan for sometime,
but since her mom passed away,
she grew up as lonely child...
generosity was instilled early
in her little, empty heart.


She made her first paper star
when Sirius, the brightest one,
appeared and hung over
the twinkling, navy blue horizon...
thinking of her mother's illness,
and to her she was a pretty princess.


And with love and eagerness, Denise 
sang a melancholic song every evening,
feeling her presence with that smiling face;
other girls had mothers to sing them lovely lullbyes,
so Sirius was deeply touched, and seeing 
her loneliness got some nightgales to lull her to sleep.


I've made a plea today, through the Archangel Gabriel,
to ask God to give the star, Sirius, to Denise,
and in return I would do many a good deed;
and tell everyone the wonderful news with a thrilling voice,
and would the Almighty, who made this gem to gleam,
grant me another wish...a wish perhaps too impossible?


Nights passed, and no heavenly message was sent to me,
and Gabriel never returned to ease my restlessness and fear;
one night as I fell asleep...his voice ordered me to listen,
" Your Father has granted your wish...He has seen a sincere love;
now Sirius is Denise's star!" And waking up from that vision,
I looked outside and there she was gazing at it with awe!


Entered in Lind-Marie Bariana's contest, " Shining Star "


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Why Daddy Why?

He came to my room almost every night,
Even back then I knew this wasn't right,
That look in his eyes as he sat on my bed,
I started to tremble as he stroked my head.

"Daddy don't hurt me I'm your little girl,"
But "Daddy" was in his own sick world,
Touching me in places forbidden to him,
And making me promise to never tell them.

I was only seven when my nightmare began,
How helpless I was at the hands of this man,
This person who likes to call himself "Dad,"
Thinking back now really makes me mad.

It's three years later and I'm ten years old,
Up to this point I haven't told a soul,
I never understood why my mother couldn't see,
That the man she loved was nightly raping me!

I acted up at home and followed no rules,
Getting into trouble and flunking out at school,
My teacher enter vined and asked "what's wrong?"
My eyes filled with tears though I tried to be strong.

To my teacher I exposed my secrets kept inside,
The weight was too much, no longer could I hide.
This woman was my hero, she saved me from "him,"
But now I truly worried what he might do to them.

Well "Daddy" went to jail and my mother blamed me,
"I'T'S ALL YOUR FAULT'" she yelled;  is this how it's supposed to be? 
I ended up with Granny, may God Bless her soul,
She raised me up and loved me, she worked to make me whole.

Though it happened long ago I still feel sad,
How could my "Daddy" willingly do something that bad?
To violate someone that he helped to create,
I guess he never learned how to appreciate, 
Me...


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The Drink

One thing led to another,the drinks went down like water,
The memories started fading into the past.
One night went to two then three,I spent many a dollar,
I knew I couldn't last.
The memories would come back of my ever so faded daughter,
And the night of that fiery crash.
I could picture the flames going higher and higher,
And the sound of the deafening blast.
Till one day the drinks didn't go down like water,
And the memories came back from the past.


Details | I do not know? | |

Daddy's Girl

Looking back at the years.Rembering the times that are dear.Though they are gone and in 
the past
the memories in my heart will always last,of a time i was a little girl and my daddy was 
my whole world.

He was always there.Now hes gone and it isnt fair.Its been over a year since he died.And 
i still feel the pain deep inside.

Oh how i miss him so.I dont understand why he had to go.I know i told him in the end how 
i loved him so,and it wasnt that easy just to let him go.

In that final breath i would have changed everything .Things that werent so important 
then i now see .How i would of done things diffrently.Things i did do and i few i 
didnt.I cant go back to the start,I wish i could with all my heart.If i knew then what i 
know now,things could of been diffrent somehow.

I always knew he loved me,and though he is in heaven and not where he should be,forever 
in my heart i will be daddys girl.


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Day After You ve Gone

When I awoke this morning the sun
was shinning so bright, I couldn’t believe
it for it should have be dark and gloomy…

Birds’ singing on high, singing in the
spring, this is not right for it should
be quiet and bleak…

I went to sit in that big old chair
cradling my head trying to understand
why you are dead…

Didn’t get the chance to tell you good-bye
or hold you in my arms for the last time…

As I set here I feel like we were cheated,
cheated to chance of that last hug, kiss and
to say, be seeing you someday…

The days will seem so empty without you
by my side and thank God for the memories
for if not I am sure I would die…

Keep hearing you in my head, I think
you are saying live in the warmth, sing
with the birds for they are telling you
how much you are loved…

Just know that when you hear my
whisper in your head that God has allowed
me to so  you are not to despair…

God has his arms around me guiding me
along until the day we are together again
and  I wish you happiness until that short
fleeting time is gone and you are by my side…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012


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Are Things In Your Life Out Of Place

Are Things In Life "Out Of Place?"

I visited a garage sale.  And had a 
surprised look on my face.
I noticed that some things
 were "out of place."

To my right... Was a shelf filled with books.. 
And Christian ones too.
To my left...  Was a sign that read; 
"I have adult movies for you."

I wondered and thought with 
some kind of amazement.
"Does this person read these books. 
 And watch this "entertainment?"

This is common in many Christian homes...
Often...  People cross God's 
"boundaries" and "safety zones."

Anyone can go to church. 
 Pray, sing and "shed a tear."
Not realizing that sin's temptation
 is drawing ever so near.

Do you seek God's holiness and the 
power of Jesus' name?
But each night...  Before bedtime... 
 Things aren't quite the same...

Have you opened up your heart 
and mind...  And live life unfulfilled?
Is this the way you ought to live? 
 Is this what God has willed?

He desires to live inside of you.
  And help you to discover.
With any stronghold in life.  
He'll help you to recover!

Are things in life "out of place?"  
And need to be put back together?
Allow God's word to guide you!  
His promises are forever!

Everything will be where it should be...  
With Jesus In control!
Only he can defeat the enemy that 
seeks to destroy your soul!

By Jim Pemberton 08/03/09


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Fly Away

Our lives changed forever
His filthy ways obscene
Come back to visit
She's
different to me

Naivety is key
I Took the
chance moved away
the child 
he took from me 

Ever feel So Helpless 
you felt 
you had to say
it's
all right
you've done your sin
NOW....let us fly away


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Father

I used to wonder

What you sounded like

What you looked like

Why you weren’t here

For so long, 

I thought my punishment from God for all the wrong I was GONNA do, was your absence.

I wondered if I were simply a mistake of two teenagers who didn’t know their head from 
their a$$es.

I used to ask about you, a lot.

I was either sent outside to play or given a look that told me I shouldn’t even be asking.

So I stopped and simply accepted what I had

And I always had plenty,

Even when I was too ungrateful to realize it.

I let thoughts of you go 

During what I call ‘The Dark Years’

The years when I’d hardened my heart and my mind

The years when I felt like my life was founded on rejection and pain

The years when I didn’t care about much of anything, including myself

My teens and early twenties weren’t much fun at all.

Then something happened

I became a mother

The father proved that he wasn’t ready to be a father

I entered the real world

I got a better understanding of what you and Mommy just have faced

A better understanding of the responsibility it brings

Over the years

I’ve matured

I’ve gotten smarter

I’ve grown into a woman

And my mind came back to you

I started again to wonder

What you looked like

What you sounded like

If you thought of me, like I was thinking of you

My wonderment got the best of me and I replaced it with a need to know

To know

If you were still alive

If you lived close or far

If you were a fine, upstanding person

Or some cracked out drunken loser

Not that any of it really mattered

I just needed to know

So I began my search

For answers

For closure

For my father.

Each leg of my search brought me new revelations.

You were still alive

You were married

You had other children

And finally

An exact location

It took courage I didn’t have even know I had to send that letter

It took even more to answer that first phone call 

Stomach flipping

Heart pumping

With a simple “hello”

A door opened

To my past

To my future 

To the unanswered parts of me

To my father

Now that I’m here

I don’t regret a moment lost

I know that time cannot be replaced

But a new, improved future can be made.

And with you, my father

I’m looking forward to it.


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house of shame

DONT PUT ME IN THE HOUSE OF SHAME
WHERE IM LEFT TO WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE
CANT HEAR MUCH NOW VERY WELL
TO MOVE MY BODY IT FEELS LIKE HELL

MY THOUGHTS FLASH BACK TO YOU MY SON
WHEN YOU WERE JUST A LITTLE ONE
MY EYES WILL ALWAYS SEE YOU SMILE
AS MY MIND WALKS DOWN MY LAST MILE
SLOW IT IS BUT I DONT MIND
I FEEL YOU HERE ITS NOT YET TIME
THE SMELL IS SWEET LAUGHTER IS STRONG
YOUR ALWAYS WITH ME IN MY NEXT HOME

ILL NEVER LET GO OF YOU MY SON 
ALWAYS REMEMBER I AM YOUR MUM

YOU LAYING THERE I WATCH YOU FADE
THANKING YOU IN SO MANY WAYS
IVE LET YOU DOWN LEAVING YOU HERE
I KNOW IT WAS SELFISH I KNOW IT WAS FEAR
I SHOULD OF DONE A LOT OF THINGS
I KNOW AS U SLOWLY GO
WHEN YOU HAD ME THERE WAS NO ONE 
THATS HOW I KNOW
I HELD YOUR SOFT HAND WATCHED YOU SMILE I KNOW YOU
HAVE TRAVELLED YOUR LAST MILE
I LOVE YOU MUM YOU HAVE TAUGHT ME
THAT SOME THINGS IN LIFE
SOME PEOPLE DONT SEE.LINDA


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Suffocated

It's the end of the line now.
No more feeling.
     No more wishing
               that I could be
     your perfect little girl
all over again.
No more dreaming.
     no more hoping
          that I would turn out to be
     a daughter you'll be
proud of.
No more thinking
     that everything's gonna change
          and go back
     to the way things were
it's not.
I'm putting up my walls again
     to disappear from view
          to block out the world
               to pretend I'm not here
          'cause it's so much easier
     than trying to feel everything.
'Cause I don't wanna be
               so 
                    damn
                               suffocated.


Details | Elegy | |

Lost Angel

My lost little angel
That never had a chance,
To hop, skip, or jump,
And make my life a mess.

My lost little angel,
I’ll never get to hold,
She was gone in a flash
Before anyone could know.

With hair so curly and black,
And skin so soft and smooth,
My heart will always ache,
For my little angel that never could.

All alone in my house
With nowhere to run,
The heartache and pain
Overwhelm me again.

With heart-wrenching sobs
And great cries of “Why?”
I mourn the great loss
Of my angel that died.

Surrounded by my grief
And the home she’ll never have,
I can’t help but wonder
Why God changed his mind.

My lost little angel,
Still, so precious to me,
My little Elaina Diane,
You’ll forever be.


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TAKEN

She struggled pushing her child
To reach the park up on the hill
Stretching out a blanket well her little girl sits very still
Remembering when it was her daughter she would watch playing
Now as they sit under that tree that's where she does her praying
It doesnt seem that long ago but everyday she remembers 
Every child's cry brings her back to last September
Its always a child's joy to run and chase a ball 
But that's when she herd the screech of breaks and herd the neighbours call
There in the street was her daughter laying on her back 
Behind the wheel and intoxicated there the driver sat
He wasn't hurt didn't hit him till the next day 
Now he lives with it and each night he prays 
Mom takes care of her daughter helps her in to her wheelchair 
But with every kiss upon her child's head she thinks how life is so unfair
Thinking does it really mean nothing to a person when they can drink and drive
Than looking down at her daughter she just thanks god shes alive





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Ice Cold Hands

The only way to avenge her ghosts
Was to become a ghost herself
Forever haunts her own lonely heart
That she left on her bedroom shelf

Their emotions in a tangle
The room began to swirl
She was mummys perfect angel
And daddys little girl

Scared of failure she lost it all
The fire in her eyes was out
The will to live she failed to grasp
Her bloodless veins in drought

Now in the solitary churchyard
The lonely gravestone stands
A little girl lies far below
Two ice cold grasping hands


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Farewell Black Rose

 
Bloom in the brightest of times, 
Passionate black rose 
Blend with the splendid aroma…it’s a wish
I grant to you, exquisite black rose 
For you are my mother—withering away
Into the eerie night... you sway 
 
Gloom caresses you in the darkest of time,
Gorgeous black rose 
Mend the atmosphere overwhelmed with anguish 
When your heart gave way, beautiful black rose 
For you are my mother—driven away
Into the perilous sea… you say:

“Farewell, son/daughter of mine…Someday you’ll shine!”

Those last words will always be 
A broken record forever in my drenched heart  
Those last words led me in this debris
That forever took you away into the death’s cart! 

Farewell...Farewell...Farewell!
Beautiful black rose...I don't want to see you wither away!
Farewell...Farewell...Farewell!
Beautiful black rose...mother...rest in peace 'till the day
You bloom in the glorious times

Rest in peace, farewell
Black rose.


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Reunion - Dedicated to my Mother, Teresa

Womb set free
For a happier life
The mark of true love
Is setting a part of yourself free
Love always returns and find its way home
Seventeen long years pass
Then we reunite
We embrace
We talk to each other like we have always known one another
Like soul mates
And like strangers 
Both of us feeling ambivalent about our relationship
Accompanied with feelings of jubilance 
Trying to understand a way to begin
Something that has already begun without us
Our reunion begins our journey together
Mother and daughter
Building a solid foundation 
From which we may grow


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HOW TO KILL A MONSTER

When the monster has arrived home from it daily place of employment, 
You simply wait for it to settle into its old worn-out chair.

Then the monster asks for the chilled glass sitting in the refrigerator.

You remove the chilled glass from the refrigerator.

You place the chilled glass on the kitchen counter.

You add a few pieces of ice into the chilled glass.

You finally add half a bottle’s amount of Apricot Brandy 
and watch the monster takes its first nightly sip.

You repeat this process Every Two to Three Hours.

You repeat this process Hour by Hour.

You repeat this process Day after Day.

You repeat this process Week after Week.

You repeat this never ending process Year after Year.

And You Repeat this Process for Fifteen And Counting.

And You Wait for the Shut-Down of the Monster’s Liver.


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Remembering

She lay on the sofa,
Two arthritis pain pills nearby, 
Holding a thin romance book
With a thin plot involving
An empty heroine, an empty hero,
Explicitly but tastefully making love.

I’ve heard, she said, closing the book,
Marking her place with a folded handkerchief,
That books with graphic sex  
Can be awfully boring.
What are those tall trees across the street?

Georgia pines, we told her.   
She asked:  Is the tallest one the father,  
And the other two son and daughter?   
We laughed.  All siblings, we replied.
She looked doubtful.  Then she said:  
I’m convinced trees talk, I wish I knew what about.
Since I'm eighty now, I suppose 
I'll never understand tree language.
I also think each tree has a soul,
The way people do -- don’t you?

What’s the glossy dark green tree on the left?  
A magnolia, we said, almost an evergreen.
Remember magnolias from Maryland?
Smaller ones -- we called them sweet bays.

Yes, she said, and smiled.  Beautiful small magnolias
With creamy blossoms, up on the hill.   

There’s a weeping willow, she went on,
A happy bouncy willow.
Look how gracefully it bends in the breeze!  

March had a cruel surprise:    
Four inches of icy snow, bitter winds..
The willow perished.  
Later a bush appeared in its place,
But we kept on picturing the willow.    
Next they replaced the grove of pines 
With a tire shop.
A year later, the magnolia was felled, 
And the house behind it, too.
Six condos were quickly built, 
And marketed for a million dollars each.

Still, we'd see when looking across the street, 
Superimposed on the replacements, 
The willow, the magnolia, the pines.
Lovely tree ghosts:  They had greeted us kindly.

By then our mother wasn't on the sofa or reading.
She was bedridden, and couldn’t focus on books.
Despite her dying heart, we all three 
Changed our residence -- an enforced move.

We hope the tree ghosts are still intact and active,
We'll always think of them with affection,
But my sister and I don't plan to visit that block again.
 
Our mother is not alive any more, either,
But we doubt she’s a ghost, like the trees.
We consider that she is
Bound up forever in the bonds of eternal life.
All the same, at times we’ll be overcome
By a wave of goodness and warmth,
Amazing beauty and strength,
Incredible devotion.
Then, puzzled, we'll discuss what happened,  
And the only sane conclusion we can reach
Is that Mama had paid us a fleeting loving visit.


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Such A Little Girl With A Huge Heart Ache

I know a girl she speaks within me 
She's smart and funny sometimes friendly 
She has her ups and her downs 
Just tired of people here thats never around 
What she seeks is some support 
She speaks of hard times that shes fought 
Her anger is over powering 
She starts lacking as a friend 
So bitter she grow cold 
Suffering but nobody knows 
Trouble seeks within her head 
Bad thoughts and so  much regrets 
A long time of pain is in effect 
Thats when she loses all signs of respect 
Looks down on herself 
No longer searching for help 
She smiles these fake smiles 
And continues to ignore the pain for a while 
The girl life has changed to the bad 
She grew more bitter and very sad 
Now she a waits the truth 
And keeps dreaming that this pain will end soon. 


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God Help My Child

She's standing on the train tracks
and the train is bearing down.
She does not see the headlight
and she cannot hear the sound.

I am screaming out to warn her,
but my words fall on deaf ears.
She's living in a nightmare,
only angered by her fears.

As the massive train approaches,
I can only stand and stare.
I am powerless, a shadow
in the quicksand of despair.

The ground begins to tremble and
it vibrates through my bones.
My firstborn child, I've failed her,
on the train track, all alone.


©Danielle White


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A Father With A Heart Divided

A Divided Heart... I know of a father who had a "divided heart." Within a few years, his family "fell apart." When his heart changed... I remember when. Here's when, I believe, it all began... He started to help others that were in need. Sharing their problems... his heart would "bleed." What started out with the "best of intentions." Giving others much of his focus and attention. Very little time he spent with his family at home. Many days and nights, his wife felt "all alone." "What happened to the one who "promised his love?" She'd ask for "time alone" ...and "he'd give her a shove." He began to look at others' kids as "his kids" too. Trying to be a "father to all" ... by the acts he would do. Neglecting his God-given duty as high priest of the house. He would confide to a "pretty lady" in a nice blouse. His family tried to warn him of the dangers ahead, His wife would cry each night she went to bed. HIs family did that for so many years, he held so dear. Each went their separte ways... as any love dissappeared. This heartbreaking story made the heavenly father sad. By the divided heart... of the one... many knew as "dad." May this be a challenge both to me and to you. That our heart remain loyal, committed and true! By Jim Pemberton


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Daddy Mike

Daddy Mike,
What were you like?
You were gone 
when I was a very tiny tike.
 
Daddy Mike,
Was it because of me? 
Was leaving me all you could see?
Surely, you knew how much pain there would be.
A little girl needs her daddy.
 
Daddy Mike,
From abuse and pain
I shed many a tear.
Without you here,
I always felt fear.
 
Daddy Mike,
Abusive babysitter, playmate,
bullies, and family.
Nowhere for me 
to flee.
 
Daddy Mike,
Why were you 
not here?


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Jenny Said

Jenny said
RIght or wrong, true or false
So many childlike games to play 
Love me he did, rob me he did
Girl one minute, woman the next 
Do I really need to forgive?

Jenny said 
Time is supposed to
Heal my wounds, they tell me
Time will make me better
But, so long, and my wounds are still here 
Will I ever stop hurting to feel better?

Jenny said
I know my life is wrong
I know my ways can be better
I know many things that need fixing
But all I want is some loving
Can anyone love me and be accepting?

Jenny said
As he hits me, again
And tries to break me
I let my mind wander
Knowing life can be better
When will it be enough?

Jenny said
I want to leave him
I want to be away
But he loves me, you see
Maybe this is the love I deserve
Or is there really something better?

Jenny said
One day, I'll find a love 
That is so great 
That is so accepting 
And loves me for who I am
Why can't I find this love today?

Jenny said 
I am so damaged, beyond words
I am so broken, beyond repair
There are so many pieces of me 
There is no peace within me
How can you love me?

Jenny said 
There is no such thing as love
Love happens to other people
People who have love to give
Why do you love me
When I have none to give?


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Apparitions of my sister

When Dad
crawled through the window
a precariously hung fire escape,
creaked an alarm 
allowing him to steal 
the only moment
of you, 
swaddled in 
a murder of crows
black feather, like your mother.

You liberated a cacophony of caws
when he bared 
his pinky finger;
your fist a blur of plump brownish pink.

Eyes that clutch, instead,
blood falsehoods
the glazed reflection
of his face, and
years later, are still
blue and imperfect
a white man's eyes
chipped from ice
punctuated with speckles
of silver
the lining of clouds
not the veins of mud
swamps, bark, or her
mother’s hair.

It was 1969,
my father was eighteen
when he left it all behind him,
California, 
a tropical quagmire,
his proposal,
his daughter,
her grandfather's stare 
more thunderous then a tribal drum,

not-my- dau-ghter-, not-my-dau-ghter - white boy, not- my- dau-ghter-ever.
 
his thin sinuous tendons straining 
as he danced to detain
the dirty beige dodge
that was heading to Denver. 



Details | Couplet | |

Darling

An open street, an empty night, a slight hum of the wind.
Yet darling is cluttered, and jumbled, and feeling fractured deep within.
The eyes gaze with a smile but turn away with a frown
Such an eloquent style as the pedals fall down.
The dance of the piano, and the hand on your cheek.
Such an eerie cold whisper as your hearts feeling bleak
The air fragranced green and gold and the darling off course.
The water is uncalm and the smile is forced.
The skin changes shades and the warm turns to raw.
This most horrifying scene was the darlings last straw.
The tuberose and lillys create a mood ever sweet.
The tires stop turning but darling cant move her feet.
The crowd starts to murmur uneasy and wait for her face.
Its just so topsy turvy she needs out of this place.
She stands for an hour holding red rose in hand.
She throws it in after him, but does not understand.
She feels angels and demons climbing straight up her back.
For a spot on her shoulder and for vision in black.
She screams and she smiles no one knows how she feels.
Poor darling's a mystery but her story is real.
You'd never know it if you saw her, her rays shining bright.
But deep down sweet sweet darling, she has never been alright.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Wish

During my childhood I wished to be old.
Well here I am getting older.
but my thinking is different know
I wish to be young again.

It seemed to me that when I was growing up.
My birthdays came a lot slower.
Now birthdays come and go so fast that
I forget how old I am.

I sit here trying to remember my childhood
memories, but most of them has gotten
lost in time. It’s almost like my life has 
been in a warp zone. 

My daughter has her own life know. My son is in
high school. I can’t even remember some of their
years of growing up. 

I wished I would’ve took the time to enjoy
life, but instead I wished it away. I will spend
my time that I have left enjoying life. I will also
wish for time to go slow, since its to late to
be young again.














Details | I do not know? | |

Dear, Mother

You were the one that I called to when I was feeling blue or just when I needed you
You were the one to raise me who showed me how to be a lady
You tried to show me who was flaw and who would stay
But when I needed you the most, your gone and are no longer my host
I lost my best friend I also called my mother
Please god watch over me and my little brother
Now I just take a breath and look at the clouds because I know shes always looking down
Watching you staying true and doing you
But I cant help it every now and then I get blue
But you would want me to be happy, so this life I live is all for you


Details | I do not know? | |

You Never Deserved Me

To the person who gave me life, nothing less, nothing more

As a child I remember being filthy and left isolated, all alone
Left at the age of seven, not knowing if you’d ever come home

Caring all alone for baby sister, while you ran endlessly all about
Feeding, bathing and taking care of her, listening to her constant shouts

Your commitment was your drugs; let’s not forget the alcohol too
Stammering in all times of the night; an addictive abusive person I 
watched you grow into

Looking back I never thought that this life was not extraordinaire
But as I matured and saw the norm; 
I realized my life was nothing but despair

Never caring for either of us, just your greedy selfish self
Shooting your heroin and drinking your booze,
Which sat upon your shelf

Taking all our money, spending it on your addictions day and night
Living off ramen noodles, our survival was an endless fight

After years of suffering from your abuse and your manipulating lies
They finally saw your negligence, taking us away ending all ties

Now we’re with our father, and his new beautiful stranger bride
Trust we cannot give to her, for all we’ve ever known has died

Time it did not take for us, to open up and see
That the new beautiful woman bound to care for us, 
Was as genuine as one could be

She opened her home and her heart and treated us as her own
She opened our eyes and broke the hard outer wall,
Never do we feel alone

She has given me more love in the past four years
Than you have your entire life-time on this earth,
It’s sad that a woman of only four years, 
was the one who taught me self-worth 

You are the woman you gave me life, 
Nothing more and nothing less
You never deserved me or my little sister
Our mom now has replaced your selfishness 

© Chelsea Leigh Stiles/Stacy Lynn Stiles

These are my daugther Chelsea's words about her biological mother. I took 
them and helped her write the poem at her request. It's very sad and the damage 
her "biological mother" has done to her and her sister is un-repairable....Chelsea 
has had to be in counseling every since we've had her and I have taught her to 
have a voice and if needed, put her thoughts down on paper.  She's absolutely 
beautiful and amazingly charismatic. She's strong and very responsible and 
dedicated...not only to our family, but to life. Both of them were "my gift from God", 
and I will cherish this gift forever.


Details | Senryu | |

We Will Remember Them

Dying for Freedom
American and British soldiers
Will be remembered

 

" Dedicated to the losses our countries are taking to fight for our freedom "
                                 Haiku or Senryu matters not


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php


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More Than A Father

The ring of the phone
And she answers.
I already know what it was.
A gasp of pain
As Momma falls to her knees.
She weeps like nothing I have heard before.
Running to her side
No tears for me,
Not yet,
No time.
She needs me.
Screaming with terror
And disbelief,
Momma can't breathe.
I try to hold her,
Try to calm,
She doesn't want it.
She wants him.
Not me.
Weeks go by
Without dry eyes.
All but me.
There are so many questions
I'd yet answered.
That wasn't the time.
I held strong for her Daddy.
Just like I always have.
Just like you'd want me to.


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This Mother's Plea

I once had a bright, little gem 
How she'd sparkle, how she'd shine
With laughing eyes and a perpetual smile
What a gem, that daughter of mine

But one day the smile faded
And the laughter left her eyes
Somehow my little gem turned dark and cloudy
Such a change made this mother cry

I miss my bright, little jewel
I no longer recognize
The dim and gloomy gem that has lost her sheen
Brokenhearted, this mother sighs

Can my gem's luster be restored?
I wonder, what would it take?
Perhaps some of God's tumbling and polishing
Please, oh Lord, for this mother's sake                                                  
       



















































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Remembering Tonya

To our Dear Tonya, its been six years since you left us today,
and yet as time passes these are just a few things we wanted to say.

You always inspired all who you touched, even if you were just hanging
with friends you were loved by all so very much.

Your passion for modeling made all who viewed you wonder with awe,
and with all your gracious moves revealed all the inner beauty that we all saw.

It was Gods wish that he took you from us at such an early age,
but we know in our hearts he had plans for you to be on a much higher stage.

So to our our darling Tonya we love and miss you and are always in our hearts,
for you will always and forever be a part of our lives like you were from the very 
start.


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For Clarence

when the call came
I was tieing my shoes
it was raining and i was heading out for coffee
i felt the phone ring through
the line, the phone
my bones
he was 88 years old
the man of my dreams
he taught me about farm animals 
and righty tighty, lefty loosey
he let me sit on his lap while he backed the car out of the garage
and showed me the fine points of a good, homegrown tomato
once when i was seven years old
he came home from a road trip with a red cowboy hat and bandana
with my name on it
and he brought me a beaded belt with "San Francisco" on it
he taught me how to make a mean Manhattan
and how to clean a sink trap
he was a good man and a great father
that dad of mine


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Cloud-Cover

Cloud-Cover… On A Sunny Day
Got Me On This Hill… Looking-Up and Dreaming
Cloud-Cover… I Just Want To Lay
And Watch The Sunrays Gently Beaming…
… thru The Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Like A Gentle Lover
A Sweetheart, That’s Somewhere Far Away
Who, Sends A Message… To This Hillside Clover…
… and Me… Wishing Both, Could Stay…
… just Like Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Oh, Let Our Lives, Be Like Close-Cloud-Cover
Gently Rolling By, Slowly, On The Breeze
Rise Up With Love, For One Another
And Ride The Wind.. ‘til We Are Free…
… Discover, Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Was A Sunny Day
… but I Hear Distant Thunder… On A Hill…
Cloud-Cover… I Have To Pray…
I’m Running Thru The Rain… ‘Cause I Feel A Chill…
… Don’t Let It Be My Cloud-Cover!... Not My Cloud-Cover!
…Nor My Son, Daughter, Mother, Father… Or My Brother…

Cloud Cover… Please… Cloud Cover…

   In Memory of Those Taken From Us...


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Cry Out!

                                My nerves there bad
                                My temper is short
                                My frustration comes easy

Would it hurt for someone to do    one thing to please me? 
To please a heart that was broken   from a father who doesn't want her. 
Á father who doesn't notice her.   A father who doesn't say I love you. 

            He makes me wonder,   "Does he even want me?" Time spent with older 
brother, 
          all my time spent with    my mother, but even I make time for my brother. 
        I’m not alone because of   my mother, but what happened to the figure of a 
father.           

I am this mans only daughter. My     skin complexion he looks no farther.  
The attitudes and frustration cover    the fact this problem bothers me. 
My heart from a stabbed womb bleeds.   Why doesn't he want me?

      I’m his baby, I still make A's and      B's, this part of my life is so empty.
  Can anyone hear me, can you feel me.   Stretching and reaching out for me 
Daddy.
"Does he even want me?" A hug I ask I dare     to plead.  
      
                                My nerves    there bad
                                My temper      is short
                                My frustration    might come easy

       These parts of me I get from he! “Why     doesn’t my daddy want me?"
                                                      "Cry     Out!"


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Forever

If I were to thank you from the bottom of my heart
It wouldn't be deep enough.
If I were to reach for all of the stars,
they wouldn't be high enough to carry your name.

If I were to hold you forever in a tight embrace,
time would pass too quickly.
If I were to gaze upon you for eternity,
then I'd dread every blink of my eyes.


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A LETTER FROM KAYLISSA

Hi mom, it's nice up here
Looking down on you and dad
I see my big brother too
And I'm not feeling so sad

I know our time together
Was so short and not long
But up here with Jesus
That's where I belong

I see grandpa and others
Please don't cry for me
Because up here, it's pretty
And so happy and free

I do miss you all
But please try not to cry
And take good care of Kenyon
But don't ever say good bye

Don't ever forget me
I know the time was short
You did the right thing mom
I'm so glad you didn't abort

So, for now I'll be going
But I will see you again soon
You will see me when you look at the stars
Or whenever you look up at the moon


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Pandora's box

Zeus was very angry, 
So he devised a plan. 
A way to punish all mankind, 
To take the blood of man. 
He created a woman, 
Perfect in every way. 
She was blessed with many gifts, 
She would make man pay. 
Among the things that she'd been given, 
There was a box in her possession. 
She'd been warned not to lift the lid, 
She tried to do so in discretion. 
Many horrors bounded out, 
She tried to close the chest. 
But was impossible to do, 
And the world was put to test. 
Anger, greed, and lust, 
Were among the things departed. 
But hope also left that box, 
To heal the broken-hearted.


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Mama Wolf

 I feel helpless...
Like I can't help her
She's sitting there
Perfectly fine
Staring into the wolfs eyes and open jaws..
.But the wolf seems to be crying..
Like her tears made up for her roar.
Poor young girl with  fear and shame written in your scorched eyes...
I wish I could help you....
But apparently it's not my place....


Details | I do not know? | |

How Do You Tell A Mother...

How do you tell a mother
Her daughter is in so much pain?
How do you tell a mother
Her daughter feels she has nothing left to gain?

How do you tell a mother
Her daughter cries herself to sleep at night?
How do you tell a mother
Her daughter's world don't seem right?

How do you tell a mother
Her daughter don't feel loved?
How do you tell a mother
Her daughter feels her soul is gone?

How do I tell you mommie
I'm in so much pain?
How do I tell you mommie 
I want to feel happy again?


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My Little Girl

I was in the kitchen when I got the call.
I had to hold onto something so I wouldn't fall.
My body unable to move and my heart pounding;
Every word resounding.

"Your daughter's been in a serious accident.
She might not make it.
I don't know what else to say....
Except that she needs a new heart...today."

I hung up the phone and started to cry.
Got down on my knees and looked up at the sky.
"Please let my daughter be okay,
I can't live without her, not one day."

My sister drove me to emergency,
She said I shouldn't drive.
I prayed for my daughter to still be alive,
And I begged God not to take her from me.

The doctor told me her heart was not strong,
And she would need another to help her along.
All we could do now was wait,
And leave everything else to fate.

I sat by her side and sang a song,
Said that for both of us, I would be strong.
I told her that I loved her with all my heart,
And that without her, I would surely fall apart.

After a while, I reached over and took her hand.
Said: "If you need to go, I'll understand."
These words, I barely could say,
But I knew that in God's hands she would be ok.

"I love you more than you'll ever know,
But if you really have to go,
Just remember that I love you,
And I'll always be thinking of you."

When I finished saying my goodbyes, 
My little girl finally opened her eyes.
She blinked and looked at me,
Whispered, "I love you Mommy."

Then she closed her eyes again,
And with her last breath,
Said: "I'll see you in Heaven."


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Don't Ask My Daughter, If I'll Marry You

Hey, I found a new girlfriend---
very attractive, sexy and intelligent;
she has a strong sense of humor. 

Not just my assumption, but this is
what I see of her;
this lady becomes my life’s absolute

fixation; Gee, I’m in love, again;
yes, I missed her yesterday, and
I am missing her now.

She loves me. Indeed,
she brings happiness and comfort 
to me; definitely, I’ll marry her, but

there’s a problem, she is not alone
in my heart, there’s Nitz, who deeply loves me; 
a jealous angel, by day and by night.

Of course, I love her, too. And,
I can’t break her heart, for she’s just seven
and not yet fully recovered from our loss.


Details | Quatrain | |

WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE

What does it feel like
When you're given a nod
By the good Lord above
Do you really see God

What does it feel like
Looking down below
At mommy and daddy
Are your eyes all a glow

What does it feel like
Seeing us every day
I do hope my child
For us, that you pray

What does it feel like
I know my heart does mourn
For I miss you so much
I'm so glad you were born

What does it feel like
Now that you're not here
My darling, I love you
In my eye, there's a tear


Details | Rhyme | |

No Mommy No

No Mommy No

Raising the gun aimming it at her daughter
she thought,
I'll send my baby to see her departed father
who just recently died
big bright eyes looking up high
no mommy no she cried
the only sound the ringing in her ears
pushed the gun against her face full of tears 
she shakes as they roll down from her eyes
thoughts of suicide
gun lowered
resisting what many call the unforgiveable sin
I scream, "What is worse ?
to kill yourself or the innocent"
or to teach that we go to heaven when we die
why oh why do they believe this lie
bullet hole in your daughters head
I'm telling you all that she is dead
from now until the time of the resurrection
they discard the word of God
then walk around confused without direction
lovers of darkness turn to liers for wisdom
he has a bible in his hand lets go hear him
and of course they tell you what you want to hear
I tell you all that there is a God
and we should all tremble with fear
did you think cold blooded murder would please him
do you think going to church will save you
what has caused you to commit this sin
did they fail to teach you about the devils within
here you are entertainning them
I tell you all that she was dead
the moment these thoughts took over her head
tell me now can you see ?
or do you also want to put a bullet in me
the unforgiveable sin is blasphemy against the holy spirit
said don't you do it and do you remember hearing it
before the blast and the ringing
No mommy no she cried
no mommy no then she died


Details | Quintain (English) | |

The End

A young child loved by many
Hid all the beatings, lashings, and hittings
No one knew what "home" was like
Many could guess but ne'er one was right
Dreading every step that took her near
Her heart sank and filled with fear.
The door creaks as she so quietly walks in 
And seeing what she saw, she knows it's the end
Not a teacher, parent, nor child from afar
Knows how bad these things are
Now a child in heaven silently scorns 
For all the reasons she was ever born.


Details | I do not know? | |

hole in my jeans

one hole on my right knee
sits there showing skin
piercing the jeans existence
lovely jeans so perfect in every way
fits me, my body the way i am
follows the curves, my form just right
Just one hole on the right knee
piercing my mothers existence
she hates them with a passion
that one hole on my right knee
eating away at her, invading her dreams
that one hole on my right knee
no longer can I wear them  without my mothers stare
that one hole on my right knee
so why did she buy these jeans?
that one hole on my right knee
jeans in my closet
so perfect in every way
yet I cant wear them
cause of that one hole on my right knee
darn you hole!


Details | Quatrain | |

IT'S OVER

It's over for her
Such suffering and pain
She is up in Heaven
Where there's so much more to gain

her darling little face
Full of tenderness and love
Knowing for sure, somehow
She was sent from above

Her cute little hands
And her stout little nose
Everything perfect to us
Right down to her toes

Her purpose in life
Was to give others strength
Even though it only lasted
About fifty-three hours in length

Her stay here for us
Was such a short one, you see
But she taught us so much that life
Can be wholesome, gentle and free

Yes, dear Lord, please
Take her to a place that's new
To that place up and beyond
Where forever she'll be with you


Details | Narrative | |

Second rate beauty queen

When you look at her you wonder,
How can she think like that?
But when she looks at herself in the mirror,
All she sees is the fat.

She claims that she's too busy,
With friends, work, and school.
To sit down for a family meal,
But in reality she simply longs to be cool.

As days go by her body begins to wear and thin,
Her parents begin to wonder if it's too late.
To save their only daughter,
Who's still obsessed with her weight.

Knowing it was time, she left a note that said:
"To all those who were so mean,
And pressured me to be thin. You'll be happy to know,
I died as I lived: A second rate beauty queen.


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Diana

  Let all the poets 
   drop their pens 
     Let all the knights 
      lose their swords 
       Let all the educated men, 
        forget all their educated words 
         Long enough for all the fathers 
          to gather their daughters 
           and whisper the 
             word "Princess"


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SOMETIMES

Sometimes I feel like no one cares
As I live my life each day
I remember how they used to be
Now it's for them, that I pray

I feel they see me
As someone that's new
Like a person in this town
What's wrong, what did I do

I didn't mean for this to happen
It was God's will or way
Why is it now, they turn and run
All I want from you, is to stay

I don't want your pity
Even though it would be nice
Just think about how I feel
When you turn and look twice

Think of me just as a person
Not a killer with a plot
I miss my baby so much
And all that I haven't got

So the next time you see me
And you don't want to speak
Think about how I feel
And just turn the other cheek


Details | Free verse | |

To a mother from a daughter

a butterfly, a rainbow, a shooting star,
a brick, a rock, a slit throat,
blood, bruises and lies
a Father's fist, a mother's cry,
a child hides...
a butterfly, a rainbow, a shooting star,
pathetic, pain, and worries
a daughter's cry a mother's scream
ALONE, no one on this team,
a reason? None
a butterfly, a rainbow, a shooting star
good thoughts get buried and drowned in the ocean of life
while the clouds of life create a storm,
hearts get torn,
this becomes the norm
a butterfly, a rainbow, a shooting star
a brick, a rock, a slit throat
too many reasons to die
not enough to live...

          Sincerely,
                          a daughter


Details | I do not know? | |

LITTLE GIRL IN A DESCISE

HER FACE IS TO INOCENT FOR SUCH A PLACE.
YET SHE TAKES UP THE SPACE.
SHE WISHES SHE COULD DISAPEAR WITHOUT A TRACE.
HER HEART IS SHATTERED
AND SOLE BATTERED.
HER DREAMS AS YOU LOOK AROUND ARE SCATTERED.
HER EYES SEE TRUE PAIN,
LOOKING UPON HER BODY THAT’S SLAIN.
WHEN SHE SPEAKS YOU CAN HEAR HER SHAME
AND YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
SHE JUMPS WHEN SHE HEARS HER NAME.
WHY HAS SHE CAME?
SHE IS PLAIN TO SEE LIVING IN FALLING RAIN.
THE BRUSES TELL WHO LOSES.
HOLDING TIGHT SHE REMEMBERS EVERY FIGHT.
FIRE AND RAGE, SHE LIVES IN CAGE.
A LITTLE GIRL IN A DESCISE BARRIED IN A PIT OF LIES.


Details | Free verse | |

i have something to say

hey, darling, so good to see you
the girl with you looks like sin....
compared to mom


during the day. 
sister sits at the
door waiting for you
each day


as for me,  if anyone 
asks me,
believe me
i would be quick to say........

whomever makes mama
sad will have to deal
with daughter some day.


Details | Free verse | |

Buddy

Alone in the dark
On the empty little road
Lay the defenseless dog
That tried to make it home.

Too late to save him
She pulls him away
From the cold wet asphalt
In an unforgiving middle lane.

Alone in the pouring rain
Devastated with grief
She mourns the black angel
Her daughter once claimed.

“That’s MY dog” she announced
To all that would see
The big black dog
Straining to be free.

We picked and we joked
About the tricks he performed,
How he managed to escape,
Little Houdini was he.

Now all that remains
Is the love we all shared
For a big black dog
That taught my daughter to care.


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The Man Who Was So Dumb

Driving down the interstate it didn’t take long to see
It was clear through the pouring rain what was ailing me
There’s a sign up ahead, 
Welcome to Tucson it read
I’m coming home where I’m supposed to be

There’s a man thumbing for a ride minutes from the town.
He’s soaking wet so I stop my truck and I turn around.
He climbs in, 
With a big, fat grin,
Grateful for the ride that he’d found.

And he said, “thank you kindly mister, I’d given up all hope,
My wife and baby daughter are waiting there at home,
I’d never want to hurt her, the way her ex had done,
He ran off to go and have some fun,
And I’m grateful to the man who was so dumb”.

I asked if he was willing to have a bite to eat,
He said, ”sure don’t worry, it’ll be my treat”.
Walked into a bar and grill
Shaking off the chill,
He started talking a’soon as we found our seats.

He said he was coming in from Phoenix where he’d gone to find
The ex who hurt his loving wife and left her in a bind,
Just to set things right,
He didn’t want to fight,
He just had to shake the hand of a man so blind.

He said, “thank you kindly mister, my car left me stuck,
I sure do appreciate a ride in your old truck,
My wife must be worried, that I’d do what her ex had done,
He ran off to go and have some fun,
I’m grateful to the man who was so dumb”.

He said, “I just have to show her, not all men are bad,
See she was carrying his child; he was all she had,
She never got to tell him,
Things were looking grim,
It’s been two years and now she’s not so sad”.

He showed me a picture, I couldn’t believe my eyes,
The woman I thought be waiting for me had found a man who’s wise,
He wouldn’t hurt her,
He’d never desert her,
I knew right then I’d have to break those ties.

And he said, “thank you kindly mister, I’d given up all hope,
My wife and baby daughter are waiting there at home,
I’d never want to hurt her the way her ex had done,
He ran off to go and have some fun”
Then he shook the hand of the man that was so dumb.






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Jashaia Trinity Small-an angel know in heaven

Imagine if your child was terminally ill,
Do you think you could cope? 
Would you have the will?
Imagine if you knew that she would die.
Would you have the strength to say Good-bye?
Your other children they love her so,
How will you help them let her go?
New procedures, experimental test,
You would only want what was best?
This little girl so innocent and pure,
Would you wonder what God did this for?
You must believe his purpose is true,
There’s a reason for everything he puts us through.
Your feelings will change from day to day,
You may even feel you don’t want to pray.
She was given to you to cherish and love,
You’ll always have memories to smile of.
Embrace each moment every day,
Don’t let a memory sneak away.
Remember that God will be right there,
The pain in your heart he will share.


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Separation among childhood

As my heart weeps for love,
I began to feel blank, 
As my eyes began to glow,
My body wants to vacate.
Childhood went by too fast,
For the young years are through,
As I lay in a dreary dungeon,
I now have to start new.
Childhood was sweet,
There was a bound between two,
For now we have departed,
I have to decide what to do.


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Little Penny's Tears Won't Dry

Last night I had a talk with the stars
Did you hear me crying?
I followed the path we used to walk
The grass on either side is dying.
   The roses in the garden lay wilted
The sun has lost its shine
The parrot I gave you no longer sings
Her heart seems broken; so is mine.
   I closed my eyes to dream today
There your shadow lingered by
The night came and you faded away
The longest my heart has ever sighed.
   I heated some coffee; the coffee’s still cold
Little Penny’s tears won’t dry
The bed is made and sits alone
Dinner needs making; I haven’t the heart to try.
   Your picture sits upon the mantle
Only there do the flowers bloom
The kitten cries to be alone
The night has forgotten the moon.
   I can’t keep these tears from falling
I see my heart when I see the blue sky
The world has forgotten how to spin
Penny is crying “why did my mommy have to die?”


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painful memories

You watch the tears fall from my eyes-
in yet, you don't take notice. 
You watch me scream for him-
but you still don't take notice. 
You slap me in my face,
as you tell me to shut up,
and you flaunt the desperation in you voice
while hearing my cries- 
all because of the choice you made.
I was just a little girl- not old enough to understand...
How could you deal with this the way you did, instead of lending a hand?
Each memory still painful, 
each bruise and scar is reminiscing with regret,
of all the things you had taught me, 
you had not taught me to forget...


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Unfinished

He might as well have died
A stranger in my eyes
Hurt, Angry and sad
Why did you forget me dad?
I wanted things to last that way forever
You were someone I once treasured
Perfect in my mind
I can't find the strength to cry
Am I weak or is it that bad?
To feel something besides these things I'd be glad
To enjoy the better memories I have
Am I ungrateful?
It's more than they ever had

I want to save my brother from the same fate
The loss of someone you love can drive you insane
He's someone else now, a different person lost in a maze
In a different world, another plane
Sometimes I want to be there with him
But I'm afraid I'd lose my way too


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The Hardest Question

Why?

Thats the hardest question.

When is easier. It was after.

After the baby, cacooned safely

inside of me. After she died. 

 

Why?

Again its too hard.

Who is easier. It was him.

He who promised to love me,

for better and for worse.

 

Why? 

That question's too difficult

Where is easier. In our room.

Our room with the cot in the 

corner. It was for her.

 

Why? 

Is still don't know.

What is easier. It was a knife.

A knife which slit, cut and stabbed

at my throat and stomach.


Why?

I can't remember! 

How is easier. With a casual

indifference. The anger had 

dissapeared.

 

Why?

Because of me. Because I killed

our baby girl. Not born, never born.

The pills had taken her. 

Like he took me.


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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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My Mother Doesn't Need Me

My mother does not need me
To wish her a happy day
That's made for only mothers
Who love in every way

My mother does not need me
To her I'm just a lie
And if I haven't told you
It's me she does deny

My mother does not need me
She's made it very clear
Her pride lies with her boys
While I'm the one she fears

My mother does not need me
And frankly I don't care
Cause all the love that she has showin'
Has caused me great despair

My mother does not need me
She has so many friends
If she wants true happiness
On them she can depend


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Momma's Kitten

no longer do the hours keep; the minutes pass me by. it's as if when you left all 
of time time conceded to fly. your name i hear screaming come from my voice. 
my prayer; please god no!  was my only choice.  you passed as softly as a setting 
sun, and in the end, baby girl, immortality you have one. so it is with deep regrets 
we will remember you here and yet with hints of happiness knowing one day we 
will be there.  heaven was your home from the start you see; so sit apon your 
father's knee and sing praises all day long; for in our hearts we will forever play 
your song.


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don't DO me

Never offended
nor
rear-ended
neither punched in the face
or sat on a court case
Did not See
My ears never hear
The rope on the ceiling
is when THE DAY I'll DISAPPEAR
Mother Father
Brother Brother
the only ones
that are like no other
God don't like
Retards named Mike
for it was so
I'd be on my own
A lone song long ago
Feed the child
She my daughter
will never even know
The Loser that was her Father


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My Angel

 VERSE-1:
I recall when she was my little angel
I recall the times she played in her cradle
Then she’d say piggy back daddy, piggy back
As I trotted all around the yard out back


VERSE-2:
I recall the silly things she’d say and do
I recall all the fun at the zoo
She’d cover up her eyes then cry out boo
Then she’d cover daddy’s eyes and say guess who


CHORUS:
My Angel, She was happy all the time
My Angel, Very glad that she was mine
My Angel, The one that man took away
My Angel, Went to heaven here today


VERSE-3:
I never thought she’d leave, before me
She was the sweetest little thing, she could be
My Angel died, by anothers hand
Laid out along the road in the sand

REPEAT CHORUS:


Written by: George Kenneth Martin

 Date: June 9, 2006


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The Child Within

I’m all grown up Daddy and all I can do is keep looking back.
I’ve traveled a long road just to be standing here dead on this track.
Many of my tears have been laid to rest and my smile I now seek.
Bruised and battered I cover the little girl that grows inside.
Yellow blankets and satin pink pillows to comfort her when she’s weak!
She seeks to hide.

I’m all grown up Mama and all I can do is keep looking ahead.
I’ve rode the Oceans waves just to be alive and not feel so dead.
Many of my laughs have been put to a test and my smile I have never found.
She’s lost, but sound.

The child within, they all attack.
The child within, they are all meek.
The child within, they all fed.
The child within, they are all bound.

In a world so far away,
Treasures and castles were her path.
It is where she always went to play.
Beautiful gardens and flowing rivers is where she took her very first bath.
Like watering a tree, that little girl just grew and grew and grew.
Finally, she broke free and was clear from every single one of you.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2007


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That's gotta hurt!

(This is a fictional poem)

When I wouldn't buy my teenage daughter a brand new car, she kicked me in the 
crotch.
From now on I'm not taking my eyes off my testicles, I'm keeping a twenty-four 
hour watch.
It feels like my balls have been smashed by a brick.
I'd give a million bucks if my daughter had balls to kick.


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WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO JEANIE

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO JEANIE?
THE GIRL SO MEEK AND MILED.
THE ONE WHO ALWAYS SMILED AT ME.
THAT YOUNG SWEET CHILD.

SHE LOVED PLAYING AT THE PARK
AND RUNNING AFTER DARK.
SHE LOVED LITTLE KITTENS
AND PLAYING IN THE SNOW IN HER CAP AND MITTENS.

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO JEANIE?
THE GIRL WE ALL USED TO SEE.
THE ONE DOLLED UP IN PIGTAILS.
ANS WHO’S SHOES SANG OF BELLS.

SHE CRIED AT SAD MOVIES
AND ENJOYED CLIMBING TREES.
HER BROTHERS USED TO CALL HER NOBBIE KNEES.
SHE WAS CHILD PERFECT AS SHE COULD BE.

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO JEANIE?
WELL HER DADDY CAME HOME IN A DRUNKEN RAGE, YOU SEE!
SHE GOT IN THE WAY TRYING TO SAVE HER MOMMY.
WHEN THEY FOUND HER SHE WAS GONE.
IT SEEM IT WAS HER SKULL HE POUNDED ON.

SHE USED TO RUN AND PLAY.
SHE USED TO HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY.
WE USED TO SEE HER EVERY DAY.
UNTIL A FATHERS MISTAKE TOOK HER FAR AWAY.


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Blood on Emeralds

The blood of Emeralds
In Northern Ireland's streets
Where sides detest
Victims they seek
 
Religious divide
Neighbours slain
For the life of me
What to gain
 
These troubled times
Historic sores
Deep rooted pasts
Now to the fore
 
IRA
UDA
Many guns came out to play
Both sides fell, as they murderously slay
During the week, even Sundays
 
The Belfast agreement of 1998
This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state
Neighbours safe to talk again
Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain

" Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "


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Death

Here lies your mother
The one you betrayed
The one you hated
The one you threw away

Here lies your daughter
The one you didn't want
The one who stood beside you
The one you'd rather taunt

Here lies your sister
The one you always teased
The one who claimed your trouble
The one whose life was seized

Here lies the only truth
Each one of you have known
The one who would have given anything
To have a little love shown

You backed me in a corner
 You left me there to bleed
You turned when I reached out to you
My want you did not need

My blood runs thinly down my arm
On the floor it does stain
In your hands time won't heal
My suffering or my pain

All I ever wanted
All I ever had
All I ever needed
Left me all too sad


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Dear Mom and Dad

Dear Mom and Dad,

Please don't weep for me,
I am not lost to you.
I am just in heaven,
not far from you two.
I will look down upon you everyday,
with my heart full of love an peace on my face.
Shed tears of sorrow,
for the loss you feel
because the pain in your heart is very real.
But know it is now God's face I see,
the blessed wonder that It be.
You guided my hand,
You showed me the way.
I'm sorry your heart is broken on this very day.
Know that I am with you,
and I love you still.
Smile for the life I led, 
and the love I shared.
For my life was good,
because you cared.

Your Loving Child


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Missing My Mommy

They say you don’t know what you got until it’s gone.
Well I am here to tell you it’s true.

I never knew how much I looked to my mom for her advice. 
I really suppressed the feelings of love for my mother, but now that she is gone I 
would give anything to tell her how much I do and did love her. Just to hug her 
once again, to brush her mane of gold, or even to do that one more favor she 
may need from me. It would be worth it you know.

Every now and then I can sense her presence. I hear her words, coughs, and 
beckoning. I can smell her and feel her beside me telling me it is ok, she is now 
out of pain and happier than she had been for a really long time, but I can’t help 
missing my mommy.
 
She used to encourage me to have a mind of my own and not to just go along 
with the crowd, but to be one of a kind. Although she had a hard time telling how 
much she loved me or showing appreciation for the woman I had become she 
tried even if I didn’t see it at the time. 

She may not have been the most nurturing mother of all times and I must admit 
that she quite the selfish one, but no matter she was still my mommy.

There are days when everywhere I turn I see things no matter how slight, that 
remind me of her. It may be a song or television show she liked. Maybe it is a 
flower or something of nature or it could be a sentimental item she would have 
liked, but it all still echoes of my mommy just the same.

When in midstream of thoughts of her it is difficult to bring myself back to the 
reality that she is gone from this cruel place we call Earth. 

The only thing that truly comforts me is knowing she is not really all that far away 
and someday I will see her again in heaven, she will be the one talking Jesus’ 
and God’s ears off. 

As for me at this moment I am not so sad anymore even though I am missing my 
mommy. 


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Wee Heart

She sits on her unmade bed . . . waiting.
It’s coming, she knows, but please, not today.
Her troubled fingers worry at the dirt beneath her nails.
She’d been playing in the mud making turtles and snails.

Could that be the reason, could that maybe be it?
Her wee heart lightened just a little, just a bit.

She could stop all that mischief and trouble she makes.
She could sweep up the walk and pick flowers today.
She would pick up the dog poop and clean up her room,
if only her mommy didn’t do this . . .

But it was coming soon.

Tears dripped from eyelashes that tickled her cheeks
and fell upon daydreams she prayed she could keep.
Don’t do this please mommy, I can’t be the one,
but the silence continued and dribbled mindlessly on . . .

She waited in the quiet as the light slowly dimmed,
her little heart breaking as her fate settled in . . .


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Voyage

"There they go,"
Aboard the Good Ship
Across the oceans
Toward the edge
Of the sea
With the setting sun
From here to there
In a strait betwixt two
A reluctant release
As we mourn...
Others cheer,
The boat whistles
Parting the waters
Just beyond the horizon
From a wrinkle in time
And limited isles
To an everlasting dawn
A spacious place
And a welcome welcome,
"Here they come."

In Memory of Nanna Joe


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Trees

The leaves outside.
They twist and twirl.

The trees have died.
And in the cold is a girl.
So pretty and so alone.
She made the city her own.

Scrapes scar her knees.
The trees whispering her dirty deeds.
Gave up her role.
As a caring sister.
Gave up on control.
Ever since he kissed her.

Uninvited.
Intruder.
The prey was sighted.
Not happy with one, he became a looter.
Taking all he could.
More than he even should.

So the girl ran, never to return.
Not until the trees were condemned to burn.

She makes the city a home.
Just so she can make it on her own.


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Bleeding Out

Bleeding Out

I stuff the holes in my soul
Like a sinking ship
The places where you bleed out of me
Smokey memories rising
Curling between my everyday thoughts

I’m losing you quietly…
Slowly…

Two souls joined briefly
within a single beat.
The syncopation
of a tiny rhythm
Then, filled my ears
with the possibilities of life
and left me breathless

One flesh
Until…

The fragile life expelled
in blood and pain

Severing…

Choreographing independence
in each breath
dancing a spiral away from my warmth

leaving me
churning with worry
breathless again,
but, now with fear
for you..

all the while you…
Grasping at counterfeit reflections
Sparkling, beckoning…

Masking the cruel edge…
of the abyss


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Tattoo

My nest is made of stones and sticks
and wool that's wet, an itchy mix.
Its sides are built from wire barbed
and nettles brown and glassy shards.

That nest began in fifty-five
with helpless baby laid inside,
newborn infant left outside
then wasps attacked and how she cried.

Add these stingers to my nest,
thirty times they stung my chest,
line the nest with great disdain
and barrels full of wrenching pain.

Be sure to add some stinging slaps,
pawn off the wounds to kid's mishaps,
leg cut and bleeding, bone laid bare,
they walk by like I'm not there.

So line the nest with mass confusion,
senselessness and mute collusion.
Add countless eyeballs staring blind,
for what you see is in your mind.

Four years old in terrible pain,
many days in bed she'd lain,
so very weak she'd had to crawl
and beg them to give the doc a call.

Add to the nest a pox and curse:
infection, pus, appendix burst.
The surgeon wasn't sure she'd live,
a 50-50 chance he'd give.

Now rim the nest with brains and blood
and tears enough to make a flood.
Add bullets with their copper glow,
some sharp reminders of grief and woe.

Pad the nest with each mistake,
paint it black with each heartbreak,
add broken bed springs, spirals of rust
for each betrayal and breech of trust.

No wonder, then, it's hard to rest,
in such a torment-ridden nest.


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Help Someone

Life is what you make of it.
You can be in the arena or in the sidelines to sit.

Help a fellow brother, let them know you care.
Bring hope for someone that is in despair.

Give the shirt off your back and give to the poor.
Smile at someone and make their spirits soar.

Start a conversation and share a thought.
Let someone know that friendship is what you brought.

Stay with someone awhile, that has a broken heart.
Help them mend the pieces that unknowingly, fell apart.

Bond with someone who wants life to end.
Stay and listen and be that loving friend.

Pray for the heavy laden, chained to their past.
Let them know, Christ died for them, and their sins he has cast.

Forgive others that have done you wrong.
Forgive yourself and your heart will be strong.

Enjoy life and find happiness in the little things.
Try to think positive, no matter what life brings


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The Haunting

Childhood memories have haunted my head
The past is my stone, you are my lead
From torture and torment, this child will cry
Not all was bad as I knew you did try

The stone that you cast, I now throw away
Break free of the past, but memories will stay
Your poison was lead that bled through my veins
The cure is endless as the scars remain


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Pepper

Last night I was sitting in my room
I sit there and I cried
I couldn't forget about that four-year old little girl
I couldn't forget no matter how hard I tried.

I was just riding the bus 
Like I usually do
She looked so sad
I said, " Is something wrong with you?"

She said, " I miss my mom and dad."
I said, " Where'd they go?"
She looked like she was about to cry
And then I thought, "Oh no!"

That's when she told me
And no matter how hard I tried
I couldn't stop the tears from coming
When she told me her parents had died.

Now what she told me
If it is true
Then just be thankful you have parents
And that it didn't happen to you.

                                                       (True Story)
                                              Dedicated to Pepper.


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The Woman In The Mirror

When I pass a mirror
and catch you watching me,
I'm stricken with the strangest chill
that no one else can see.

The resemblance is uncanny.
The face, the hair, the nose.
I'm even just about your height.
I guess that's how it goes.

I'll always be reminded 
of when you went away
each time I pass a mirror...
(That's every single day.)


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My Precious Memories of my Dad

Pretty smiles and big brown eyes
And a very special dad of mine
Big shoulders for you to lean and cry on
Always talking and laughing
And lending a helping hand
What a precious and loving dad he was
Had a heart of gold
Enough love for everyone.

The soft evening breeze
The warm air clusters around you
To smell the scent of honeysuckle
See the rainbows in the sky
Hear the birds sing
And smile with joy as he sat around
Wondering where was at.


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I Remember Daddy

I remember when daddy helped me catch
my first fish
At night he'd tuck me in bed and seal it 
with a kiss
As the days grew older he finally gave
me away
He helped me appreciate life and encouraged
me to pray
To others daddy wasn't a perfect man, but to me
he was 'My King'
He would tell me to do my very best and loved to hear
his grandchildren sing
Oh, how it was such a tragedy...a dream that has
no end
To face he is now absent from us...a missing father,
soldier, and friend
But although we can not feel his touch or kiss his
smiling face
We will await the moment to be with him in an
everlasting place


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good bye

You may have left, you may not care,
But I have someone new and I don't care,
You may regret the things you've done,
But I gave up on you a long time ago,
You left so fast and never said good-bye,
And now I'm hurt so I'm saying good-bye,
It's not I'll be back orsee you later,
This time I'm saying good-bye forever,
You ruined my life and didn't even care,
So I'm giving up on wishing you were here,
You said you cared and you'd never leave,
Well now you're gone and i don't care,
You hurt my mom and made her cry,
Well you're a jerk cause you made 
yourself cry,
You abandoned your children and didn't
care,
So I'm saying good-bye, but I still care,




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Headlong Through A Minefield

My heart is seized in terror

as you flutter through my mind

running headlong through a minefield

to its dangers you seem blind.


I've lost my mother, father, brother,

will I also lose my child?

How can life be so cruel,

why must life be such a trial?


My prayers are always answered,

but the answer's always "no,"

my sanity is fragile,

I can't take another blow,


Until you are a parent,

you will never know true fear.

Can you take me, instead, Lord?

'Cause I'd gladly volunteer.


©Danielle White


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Voices Beyond The Grave - Fictional Poem

As I walk through the cemetery
Looking at the many headstones
I come across one of a mere infant
Whose life expired well before the time
Of her impending birth 
A flood of memories fill my mind
I hear the cries of little babies
I hear the sound of children playing
And I hear a child scream with rage,
"How could you do it Mommy?"

I thought I could escape from my demons 
That won't let go of my mistakes
I scream and sob for I thought it was over
I thought my sins died with my children
Who were butchered at my behest
Blood drips from my hands
All of a sudden a bloody knife appears in my hand
And I hear the taunts of many childlike voices hollowing
"You slaughtered us! You left us to die!"
I hear the tiny footsteps of children approaching
I was horrified at what I saw
I see the faces of my babies 
Ghost white with tears of blood 
Dripping down their cheeks
Trembling with fear I shake violently
Begging for an end to my torment

At that moment I felt a light tap on my shoulder
My husband trying to wake me
From my haunting nightmare
He knows what I was dreaming
So he takes me in his arms
Giving me a long embrace
Then he tells me that it is 
Time for me to forgive myself
Because my children are resting peacefully
In Heaven with Jesus
And that one day I will get to hold them in my arms
And look at their beautiful faces
Finally getting the chance to be their Mother
After a lifetime seperated from them


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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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Why My Little Girl?

I watch my child in her delay
Waiting for speech some day
Holding my heart in her hand
Her mind is slipping through my fingers like sand
She has an emptiness in her eyes
She listens but makes no connection or ties
I feel as if I failed somehow
So what can I do for her now
She is the butterfly in my life
Yet she is all lost in strife
Please tell me why my little girl
Why my precious baby girl?


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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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Meatsy

Shifted child 
hither and away
ripped roots clipped
soil untended
uncertain tender shoots
beneath the snow
fear spring thaw


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Stacy

(Dedicated to Stacy A Brooks who died in a horrible car crash on September 7, 
1997. She was the loving mother of Meghan and Madison Welch.)

She was a special girl but now she's gone.
It's hard but she'd want our lives to go on.
It's hard to accept that she's dead.
She should've had many more years ahead.

Now her children are left without a father and a mother.
She was good to her children and people loved her.
It's so sad that her life came to an end.
She touched the lives of all of her friends.

She loved her sister and her two brothers.
She was very close to her mother.
She was so good throughout the years.
Now people say goodbye and shed their tears.

She cared about her family as well as others.
Now her children are being raised by their grandmother.
She was only twenty-five when she was killed.
Now you can understand the grief that I feel.


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I Can See Forever

November falls, leaf blown and drab with early twilight; 
did I in some haste to feel the Summer balm 
speed acceleration of the old main drag, 
burn youthful currency as a hated flag? 
I stand in the ruins of age untreatable, 
staring forward at the unknown, 
staring back at the unrepeatable. 

Wood smoke veils snatched away by a fleeting breeze, 
the faintest aroma tarries, then vanishes, 
and I can't for the life of me put a pin in the map, 
to highlight the junction where sprang a mishap. 
The sickly downward trajectory slide, 
the turning of misdirection, 
the turning of a sullen tide. 

All that is done is done, fractured without reparation; 
the clock cannot be challenged, nor chided to reverse; 
my life grows grimly fearful, ever shorter, 
and howls to reunite me with my daughter. 
I tell you that I love you, beg you re-materialise, 
to make up time I lost, 
to make up for the days gone by. 

From where I now stand, I can see forever, 
mute barking dogged decades of melancholia, 
projecting the error of my ways, 
inviting the penance of cold and lonely days. 
With black shades of regret in me, I struggle to explain 
how I need to feel you closer, 
how I need your love again...


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Losing Hope

Silent ringing in my ear 
Side effects of my career

Holding hands with delicate flowers
Sharing joy with children for hours

Cleaning constant messes
Watching little girls in beautiful dresses

Never resting never sleeping
My inner alarm always beeping

Adding money, paying taxes
Sending business faxes

Try to soften the hard blow
that the children come to know

Moneys getting tighter
Always trying to be a fighter

Crying constant from the loss
Living off of Red Cross

Never seeing little girls 
off in another womens world




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What Was She Thinking

Behind the face of a young girl
Is a life she must suffer to be known
All those nights of her parents fighting
All those times she would be beaten for no reason
What was she thinking
The time people talk about how big she is
Or how much she eats at lunch
What was she thinking
All those times her mom pushed her aside
To help those around her
Even after what they did
What was she thinking
The times where she was being all she could be
And they just said great & went on with their lives
What was she thinking
All those times she wanted to leave
Or grab a knife and cut herself limb from limb
What was she thinking
She was thinking that she would finally get some attention
And be really seen for the first time in her life


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My Mother's Hair

I was once so fond
Of the gray-streaked
Locks cascading
Down her frail back,
Growing so long
In her dying days.

I visited her every day
In the hospital.
The sterile background,
White linen,
And dingy food tray,
Dietary supplements
And nurses’ reminders.

After school,
I braided her hair,
Fingertips brushing
Scalp, climbing up
And down the rope,
Fashioning frizzed
Ends into plaits.

Its soft thickness
Caressing my cheek,
Smelling of flowers
And sweet oils
As she uttered
"I love you"
For the last time.



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Far Away..

Far Away.. 

Are you far away?
Please come back soon and stay..

Are you thinking about me to?
As much as I am thinking about you?

The time we spent together, how can you forget?
Will you gamble with fate and win the bet?

Escaping from reality is this love real?
Or is it what I think I feel.

Your smile, your eyes and your touch..
How can I forget that much..?

I long to see you and you hold me close..
Your the one I miss the most...



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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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from god above

they laid you in my arms,with all your innocent charm,i prayed to god above, for the 
rest of her life,let her live in love." your first word, your first  smile, your first day of 
school,my how you grew.. through sickness and in health, rain or shine, god gave 
you to me on loan,for a short time. now a grown woman with a child of her own,my 
how shes grown {shelby},with hair as red as when her mama was born,given only to 
you ,on loan from god above, to you jenny : with love. they laid her in your arms,with 
all her sweet charm,you prayed to god above, for the rest of her life let her live in 
love.. her first smile, her first word, her first baby step. MY ... babys face lit up like 
gods stars, as i watched them grow together,my memories from afar... theyre first 
word, theyre first smile,   theyre first baby step,for the rest of theyre lives,let them 
live in gods love.....


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My Little Girl

I remember when you
Were just a baby 
When I could hold you in my arms 
And rock you to sleep 
Over the years as you grew
You were a little handful at times
We laugh about that now
Part of me loves to watch you grow
And become more independent
Another part of me wants you
To stay my little girl forever

Sometimes I feel so frightened
For I dread the day that you will
No longer need Mommy to
Kiss your boo boos to 
Make them better
I dread the day that you will no longer
Need Mommy to hold your hand 
When you cross the street or
Give you kisses when I tuck you in at night

I will mourn your childhood years
Because it will be the ending
Of a time when you thought
I was the greatest Mommy 
In the whole world
I will miss the times when we 
Blasted the CD player
And danced around the living room
I will miss taking you shopping for
New clothes for school
I will miss our "girls day out"
When we would go to Dillards
And spend a whole day
Getting our hair done
I wish these days 
Could last forever
Because no matter how old you get
You will always be my baby
In my heart you will always
Be my little girl forever


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Mother's Silent Words

Weep not, dear sweet child, 
Your mother lives in the sky
Remember she loves you
And will be keeping an eye

She is smiling so pretty
As she watches you grow
She is ever so proud
She wants you to know

She wants you to be happy
Not shed any tears
She wants you to be strong
To control all your fears

She holds in her hands
A trinket of her love
She’ll bestow on you, child
When you meet her above

Now, she wants you to know
It’s important to go on
Keep her in your heart, loving
And forever be strong


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Dear mom

Dear mom,

 I'm sorry about the letter I'm writing you, but I've done all I can and there is no more
I can do,
 You see it's your daughter she lost her kids, or should I say she chose another over them
thats what she did,
 Mom I'm sad for the way this all turned out, these kids are so messed up because of her 
you know what  I'm talking about,
 There's no family members to take them all in, and I think it's so sad that they pay for
there mom's sins,
  Mom I believed she would get better, do the right thing, but you know her she wants to
do it her way that sad old song she sings,
 I'm glad your not here to see them go, mom as bad as they are where ever they wined up
I'm sure a better life they will know.
 It just hurts to say goodbye, all eight of them didn't deserve the life she gave them are
deserve the tears they cry,
 I just hope and pray you watch over them, they will need all the love you can send,
You know I did all I could right , and you know and see how  my own kids are doing in this
fight,
  Mom like you did her whole life, watch over your daughter and try to help her the rest
of her life,
 for a mother without her kids is what she'll be, and just like them the bright side she
will not see,
 they will all be better off, a home, hope, and a chance just to be, some thing she never
gave them that something you gave me,
 So in closing I'm sad to say, mom I'm sorry it ended this way,

                                                               Love your son,

  
 p.s. I hope up there you get this letter, and your having fun.


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Come Back

A young girl left all alone
Her hero has faded away
Leaving her with aches and pains
Hoping he will return she waits day by day
The man who she loved dearly
The person she looked up to
Just got up and walked out of her life
Now she doesn't know what to do
Her heart was torn right in half
He left her feeling hurt and sad
But she has one last thing to say
I'll be waiting for you to come back dad


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Seeing You Later

The car was packed, the sun was low the end was drawing near,
A journey home, a brand-new start, alas here comes the tears.

I hugged you tight and whispered low “ I don’t want to say good-bye”.
You chuckled deep and hugged me back. You gave a dad’s reply.

You said just  “See you later” that would get us through.
My husband and new family we drove off to life anew.

He was to be the man I would share how many years?
He would hold me tight that night I’d drowned in fear.

Three years they would pass us by with letters and some calls.
Then April Fools you passed away and now I pace the halls.

I wonder what I should have said, and if I should have stayed.
I wonder if you knew that day what could not be delayed.

Good-bye it seems so final, like the slamming of a door,
To make progression easier, for me you wanted more.

I scan the streets of people so many resemble you,
I listen to the wind, and surprise I hear you too.

I find comfort in your notion of seeing you again,
So passively I surrender to Only God Knows When.


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SAFE HAVEN

My safe haven is a beaten child’s heaven.
A place I go to escape reality into a mystical imagination no one knows.
A place only I can go.
A place I go hide when my daddies to far gone.
He’s to drunk to find me so I’m safe till dawn.
It’s filled with blankets and my mom’s college Shakespeare book,
The one she still doesn’t know I took.
I hear him yell and I hear her scream,
But I’m safe here living in my daydreams.
A place where fathers love daughters, and husbands love wives.
A place where people live by happiness for all their lives.
In my special magical place.
In my small four by four closet space. 

Looking in it doesn’t looks like much.
But in a shattered child’s eyes it’s just the touch.
When I make it their 
I don’t need to worry or care.
It’s mine so I don’t have to share.
I escape from my home of hell
And dream of stories far from here to tell.
I read my book and then I’m lost.
I find myself in a land of diamonds and frost.
Love in my special place is unconditional.
Children are special and sensational.
My safe haven I go 
When I need saving.
Daddy comes after me even if I haven’t been miss behaving.
So I have to disappear without a trace.
In my special magical place.
In my small four by four closet space. 

Years later I remember a little girl that hides.
I remember how innocence dies.
I remember that girls dreams.
I remember how she almost fell through the seams.
I remember she was brave.
I remember she was saved.
In my special magical place.
In my small four by four closet space. 


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Silent No Longer

For a decade I was locked inside
The little world you placed me in
I knew no other way to exist
You ruled our home through intimidation
Dsyfunction was what our lives revolved around
You loved me and protected me
Then attacked and belittled me
Though most of the time no bruises 
Appeared on my weary body
My soul was bruised and scarred
Beyond repair
No one would listen
Because they did not see 
The outward signs of a woman
Tormented by a tyrannical ruler
Fate played a cruel trick on us
For our baby was ripped from our arms twice
Because your monster surfaced time after time
I plunged into a dark abyss
Without my little girl to hold every night
I felt so much pain 
I was in agony every moment I was awake
I wanted to throw myself into a ravine and die
But, the thought of having my baby back kept me alive
It made me want to fight for her
When she reunited with me for the second time
In my care she has stayed ever since
Because the house of horrors we used 
To dwell in is a little less scary
But, even now I sometimes catch a glimpse
Of the diabolical master that held us hostage
With his fits of terror and paranoid delusions
Though now much tamer
He still has it in him
So I always have to be on guard
But, now I have taken back control of my life
I have been empowered to break free from this prison
And have a voice of my own again
This time I am silent no longer
I am screaming for an end to this nightmare
Because I won't be your victim any longer


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Dear Mother

Oh mother,
Who are in heaven,
Why have you abandoned me?
I know you just wanted me to have a daddy,
But you would have been wonderful enough to fill any daddy’s shoes,
I love you dear sweet mother-
You are my heart,
My soul,
My song,
You are in every breath I take and every word I speak,
You are one with me,
Even though you could never be-
Here with me,
Here with,
Here,
With me,
Here.
I love you with every fiber of my being in a way,
That the sweetest words cannot even begin to express,
I love you in such a way that brings the cruelest to their knees.
Why did you have to do this to me?
I despise that part of you,
That part that passed on this illness-
This unlivable illness and regret.
With no memory of the past I hope only for the future,
With no prayers said-
I can only relax at the thought that you are safe,
And someday in some light we will be one,
Joined at last,
Like we always should have been,
Like we never got to be,
Like your dearest mother always thought we would be.
And I hope on, holding a few names and a picture.
Stephanie Cosgrove and Heaven Marie Cosgrove.
That is us my dear sweet Sister Agatha-
And one day that is the way it shall be.
(I hope.)


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A Thing Called Death

A thing called death,
How could it be?
That it would take,
Both of my babies.

October the 25th,
The day would be,
That my firstborn
I would get to see.

A life cut short,
By a thing called death.
My baby boy never,
Got to take his first breath.

Some time in December,
My baby girl
Would have been born
Into this world.

A life cut short,
By a thing called death.
My baby girl never,
Got to take her first breath.

This thing called death,
How could it be?
That something so cruel,
Would take my babies.


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Sarcasm

Thanks for always being there.
Thanks for caring.
Thanks for never letting me down.
Thanks for nothing.

Letting me fall.
Letting me crawl.
Letting me cry.
To that, you let me die.

Thanks for never leaving me.
Thanks for staying by my side.
Thanks for handing me over to the nearest soul.
Thanks for a whole lot of emptiness.

Letting me crumble.
Letting me stumble.
Letting me feel alone.
And that makes me doubt all I've known.

Thanks for forsaking me.
Thanks for leaving me.
Thanks for saying you hate me.
Thanks for thinking of me last.


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Tears on my pillow

What can turn time back, to those unforgettable days.

The way I took advantage of your love, when I told you, I will never change.

What can put a smile on my face, and erase the guilt that's heavy in my heart,

Why did I ignore you as if you didn't matter, how come I didn’t say I was sorry from 
the start?

The reproach I brought to your name,
The aches & pain, the suffering, the shame.

How could I have been so rebellious, so ignorant and selfish?

My pride blinding me, I couldn't see that I was being very foolish 


And all the time I laughed at you, mocking you as you tried to share the truth with 
me,

However, I turned away, throwing up my hand, without respect, and mindless 
understanding.

I wanted to distance my self from you, telling you to stay away,

Giving you trouble, every time day after day,

For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap,

Now you’re gone not here with me, and every day I weep.

I am troubled, heart broken, filled with agony,

Confused, uncertain because of this tragedy.

I'd never thought I'd see the day where everything would turn over on me,

Now, I am no longer blind, I finally can see.

But it's too late and there's no way you can here me say,
That I'm sorry for the pain I've caused my evil doing, my heartbreaking ways.

Why didn't I listen, why was I so dumb,
Why did I let my heart become hardened and num?

You were always right I was wrong each time, now I know

In addition, I'm paying for it each day I awake, with tears on my pillow.


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Paint Me A Picture

Paint me a picture of your life
Show me what it was like
To leave a life you loved and cherished
To die and perish
Paint me a picture of your heart
Show me how it felt to bark
To yell and scream for something to be right in your life
You know nothing
Of what it was like
Paint me a picture of your soul
Show me what I need to know
Why you left
Why I cried
Why I even try
Paint me a picture of the life
I was meant to have
Paint me a picture without my dad