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Details | Narrative | |

The Clouds

THERE HE WAS HOLDING OUT HIS HAND.

My voice=
God, can I hold your hand and go with you?

Gods voice~
My sweet child, it is I who will walk with you now! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across the earth... Your love and devotion is what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You always ran up to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles of tribulations. We could not speak, but it was my light that would not allow you to get weak.

My voice=
Is this that dream of beauty? The one in the book my preacher spoke of. 
Yes! I remember it now it is called paradise. I felt this company once before, Lord.
Many times, I have forsaken this light, and still it never left my door.
I felt it the day I was born, and the day I became baptized in your holy name.
I felt this light before, can you explain it some more? 
Lord pleases clarify that day I fell down to my knees and accepted Jesus as my savior? 
Every day since, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my own failures’.  Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

Gods voice~  
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. My child you were not searching for the right answers.

My voice= 
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray right?

Gods voice~ 
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself, which left questions for someone else.  
At times how could I answer when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your souls disguises.

My voice= 
Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand.
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence days. 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

Gods voice~  
Getting right with me has brought you here!

My voice= 
One more question My Heavenly Father.
Can I see her?  I meant, could I see them? My Daughter, Mother's and Sisters~

by;PD


Details | Free verse | |

STILL WINTER

Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around. 
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…     
~BY: PD~

Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey 

There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~

(for Catie's: Re-write contest..) 


Details | Rhyme | |

My Little Soldier Boy

Gary, you are my little soldier boy,
who died on Veteran's Day. ('83)
My sunny, golden-haired soldier boy,
that I still miss in every way.

You had just turned 13,
getting interested in girls.
When CF took you from me,
my heart, like a flag, unfurled.

You fought CF with every breath.
For 13 years you tried.
And four lung collapses later,
after each one, I said, 
"Son, you will survive."
Oh, how I lied!

Now, no more hugs and kisses,
No more birthday wishes,
I watched you go
and please God know,
Heaven, receive my treasure.


Author Note:  This poem was written in memory of my son, Gary,
who died of Cystic Fibrosis at 13, in 1983.  I honor my soldier who so valiantly
fought his fight on the battlefield of a life threatening lung disease, which fills the lungs with sticky mucus and makes it difficult to breathe. With all CF children, 
they struggle with every breath they take just to breathe! My son eventually 
started to have lung collapses. He had four before the last one took his young life  on Veteran's Day weekend in 1983..(Read my poem "A rainbow Glitters") 

I wouldn't be a poet today, if not for my son. He was diagnoses at age three.
As I sat by his hospital bed crying, I reached into my purse for a tissue, but 
instead, I pulled out a pen. I thought to myself, "Ok, God, I get the message.
You want me to write and not cry." So I wrote my first poem that night, "Not 
MY Son!"  Which eventually got published in Elizabeth Kubler Ross' Book "On Children and Death." Later, I wrote humorous poems to entertain my son, who
was often to sick to go to school.  And I'm still writing my poems today. 
 



 


Details | Free verse | |

GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands
Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew. 

Hello grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.

Hello Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support
It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods.

Hello grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see grandma
Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die
Bye, grandpa
Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her

By; PD


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Ballad | |

Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows


Details | Rhyme | |

After Losing A Child

     
     Do you seek me?
     I'm still here!
Look for me in nature,
for my love is growing there.
My messages are written,
in earth and sea and air.

     Do you hear me?
Listen to the song birds,
as each new day is born.
Can't you hear me singing to you,
in the early morn?

     Do you feel me?
When the wind is gently blowing,
or a mist is in the air,
can't you feel me touching you,
and messing up your hair?

     Do you see me?
Glimpse my face in any flower.
Breathe deep the beauty that you see.
And green the grass you walk upon,
I walk along with thee.

     Do you sense me?
Even at times when you cry,
know that I am near.
I'm the finger on your cheek,
tasting every tear.

     Do you search for me?
When you turn to God in prayer,
know in your heart that I am 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 | Haiku | |

The Lost


                                                Innocent lifeless
                                       Pretty children rest in peace
                                             Let us pray for them

                                            The kids were victims
                                       The shooter was victim too
                                             Let's not put a blame

                                                 Exclamation sign
                                          Love family, love it right
                                        Don't loose, hug them tight

                                                  Dear educators
                                           Part of the victims as well
                                               The lifetime tribute

                                           Mourn traveled the world
                                         Burn by cause last on effect
                                               Careful in our steps

Author's Note:
Deep condolance for the victims of Sandy Hook School in Newtown, Connecticut,
Inspired by Zamalea George Poetry "Sweet Children, Sleep"
*****************************************************************
4th place
poetry soup VIGIL" Free Poetry Contest 
Sponsor	SKAT- AB SIN THE-


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A Mothers Last Goodbye

“Good-bye my daughter dear,” she said As tears welled up in her eyes “It’s time for me to go to sleep This must be no surprise The good Lord knows my battles And my health is ailing still He’s given me so many blessings I’ve passed them to you in my will I’m sad to say good-bye For we have shared much joy Remember me to Sarah My grandchild I love and enjoy I love you my daughter These years together have been sweet I’m so glad you love the Lord And again we will meet I’m not afraid of dying ‘Cause I know that in a while Christ will call me from my grave I feel my life has been worthwhile For I taught you to seek your Father To help you through every trial He’ll always be there to guide you With never a denial I leave you in His hands”, she said As she gently kissed her daughter’s hand Her eyes closed very slowly Against cancer she’d lost her stand She’d been a wonderful mother Teacher and true friend Faithful to her Lord And gracious to the end. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012


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The tree of life

A lonely tree stands in a field
Branches entwined in one
And as those branches come to life
They reach up to the sun

This tree with all it's energy
just like a woman so it be
It's branches swaying in the breeze
just like a mother's offspring, these

And so the lonely tree does age
The human kind out living
But we all end up just the same
Our flesh to earth be giving

And thus our lives all end the same
No matter what we be
Some have long lives, some much less
In life's sweet mystery


Details | Rhyme | |

After the fall

Quite frankly, I don't remember at all
You see I was quite young when I took my first fall.
Don't know which parent was there to catch me
Or how hard the decision was to stand back and let me. 
Did I topple forward or backward, or who made the call. 
And who scooped me up crying
After the fall.
I can't remember the joy of first letting go
And taking that step without holding on. 
Groping my way forward
Leaning against the wall
I got back up 
After the fall.
As the Earth spun the years flew by so fast
At 17 I finally knew everything at last!!
Unexpectedly, I fell once again,
Head over heels this time 
And out on a limb.
I was so sure of that bet
I gambled it all
Heart bruised abused and then broken
After that fall.
And then I broke my own promise 
To not love again.
Hungry for life
I gambled to win.
Life is a theatre of first steps first 
A one act play with no time to rehearse.
Co starring in roles
Cast without planning.
"Never more" echoes 
The raven still chanting.
Undaunted unwilling
To let darkness win all
Trusting Father to be there
After the fall.
Then the day came
When I had a son
To let him learn the word hot And hope he'd not run,
Would he still love me
Or trust me at all
When I pulled my hand back
And allowed him to fall?
And knowing I'd be there again
To help him to stand
And knowing he might never walk
If I didn't let go of his hand
And hoping he didn't revert back to a crawl
When I let go of his hand
And allowed him to fall.
As the earth kept on turning
My heart kept yearning
My son now a man
Living and learning.
He hasn't held my hand now in a very long time
The cats in the cradle slowly plays in the back of my mind.
I looked in the mirror today
And noticed my dad.
And remembered a talk that we'd never had.
Remembering how he seemed towering and tall 
And was there every time 
After each fall.
I lose my balance these days now and again
My steps aren't as sure
As they once might have been. 
In the winter of life now
I feel so small
And wonder who'll catch me
If I take a fall. 
I suppose I'll just have to trust Father
With both great things and small 
To pick me up on the other side
When I take my last fall.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rendezvous

A newborn baby cries, 
As an old man dies, 
Will they ever meet?
Not walking down a street, 
(Yet perhaps they still did cross eachother's path,)
As the child raced through the heavens to his life, 
And the man raced on to again be with his wife,
Perhaps the man did wish the child 'Good Luck', 
As the anxious child uttered back 'Good Job', 
Yet maybe not, perhaps they never met at all, 
The old man went only to a grave, 
And the child came straight from the womb, 
Yet it's something to wonder about!


Details | Senryu | |

NO FATHER'S DAY

he died in the war
no Daddy and no present
the child.. never born

*I grieve for the children, their joy and smiles, who will never be..
Because their future Daddy died in the war!

Date: 6-15-14


Details | Free verse | |

He is sleeping

Frightened and tired
his eyes stare into the distance
as he once again faces reality
in the ghastly fate that dealt its lot.
Beads of sweat fall down like stars;
like the storm pounding outside his window.
This is the dawn he rises to every morning.

I take hold of his frail hand beckoning tenderness
as one would a knife to the chest.
Yet his weak smile defies the eminent death  
threatening to consume him.
He turns his gaze upon my eyes…
It won’t be long now…

The shadows lurk in his mind, 
but he glimpses a tear slipping from my cheeks
and says, “No regrets. No hate. No fear.
It’s time to wake up, slumbering one. 
The day is here.”

I manage a sorrowful smile 
and reply, “Your heart has already won,
my brave one.” As he lies back once more,
the soft beeps counting down his final few breaths slow.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” he dreamily asks.
Leaning closer, I inquire, “Who?”
“The angels are singing.” he sighs.

As the green line finally stretches to a flat horizon,
I whisper brokenly to the rain, “Shhhh.”…

“ He is sleeping.”

*(A tribute to children that have lost the fight against cancer.)


Details | Quatrain | |

A Letter to My Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart that time,
The Great Healer, cannot repair.
Your going has left a hole in my existence
That forever and beyond will not heal,
A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness,
A hole through which all the goodness,
All the kindness of you is slipping through.
You were my sounding board.
Trite ideas offered, came back
Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling.
Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser.
Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy
Of you, my beloved son.
I go on now as you would have me do,
Searching in Nature for the joy 
You found in its wonders.
Hearing bird songs with your ears,
Relating to others with your empathetic instincts.
Striving, ever striving to be the person
And mother that you believed me to be
And never letting your memory grow dim
For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed.

You came into this world with a wisdom
That did not come from me.
I thank God each day for His lending you to me
For the time that I had you near
And I cling to His promise
That I will see you again.

I could not tell from whence you came,
Born with a wisdom that did not come from me,
And I do not know where you have gone,
Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity.

Originally entered as verse

Rewritten:

A Letter to my Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart
That Time, that great healer cannot repair.
Your going  left  space in my existence
That forever and more will still be there.

Ever expanding from it nothingness
A hole from which your goodness has slipped through.
The kindnesses you wore as a halo
Have disappeared as well since I lost you.

I used you as a sounding boad to measure
The wisdom and the beauty of the world.
Your ideas were so clear and brilliant,
Through you my own best aptitudes unfurled.

I'm trying to live up to your standards.
I want to be more worthy of you, Son.
You told me once I was the perfect mother,
And with you life was such a lot of fun.

I thank God every day for loan of you.
The time we had was more than worth the pain.
And now I'm clinging tight to his promise
That some day I will see you once again. 

I do not know from whence you came,
Blessed with wisdom  that did not come from me.
Each day I pray I know where you have gone;
Taking my heart into Eternity.





Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Tod Und Frau 1910 (Death and the Woman)

As death creeps out of the darkness,
  A mother becomes the rope in a (Tug of war.)
A child reaches to help its’ mother in her weakness,
  And stares death in the eye with abhor.

The rope falls limp in sure defeat,
  Yet the child pulls on the strength of heart.
Against the evilness and deceit,
  Fighting with the will to not be apart.

The hooks of death on weary knees,
  Shackling the arms, exposing vulnerability.
Screaming and crying the words of “please”
  The mother rests with peace and tranquility.

A child left to battle life’s groans,
  Preparing for the encounter and all its’ lour.
For one day she will meet Mr. Bones,
  And she’ll be the rope in her child’s (Tug of war.) 






__________________________________________________________
Inspired by Brian’s Picture Poem’s Contest

Käthe Kollwitz, Death and the Woman (Tod und Frau), lithograph, 1910.

http://www.mmoca.org/mmocacollects/artwork_page.php?id=31


Details | Free verse | |

No Flowers

There are no flowers there...
just flies, and dust and sun
Where a child wanders
over dirt under calloused feet
under a blazing sun
on a barren land

there are no flowers
there are no trees

where hunger is the only companion
where a pool of dirty water is a lonely playground
where life drains out and sickness plays the only game

where no birds sing...
where the only sound are tears of the innocent

where a child alone, lays down
where there are no flowers
only thorns
for his grave






Submitted for "A Piece of Bread, Please" contest sponsorerd by Sami Al-khalili


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sand Castles

Upon a beach I came to stand
And watched a child at play. 
He did while playing in the sand
A point of life convey. 

With scoops and buckets he did build 
A structure tall and grand. 
And to the child the beach did yield 
A castle made of sand. 

But as he left, I do recall, 
Away I did not turn. 
And with the coming night would fall
A lesson to be learned. 

The tide came in, with force did strike, 
The castle could not stand. 
And I was shown how life is like
A castle made of sand. 

And man is but a child at play, 
His works they will not last. 
For all he builds within days
Shall be by time surpassed. 

Each thing we do, Each thing we say, 
Each notion we conceive,
They all to soon shall pass away, 
Yes, this I do believe. 

We leave no mark, we leave no trace
That shall forever stand 
Be sure my friend time will erase
Our days however grand.


Details | Rhyme | |

OLIVIA

Dear child I know we never met
I’ve never seen your smile.
But God asked me to pray for you
for just a little while.

I got the news just late today
last night was when you left.
One week was all I had to give
before your final breath.

The Comforter I sent to you
several times a day.
I urged He go with healing hand
each time that I would pray.

His Spirit pressed into my soul
a child I never knew.
From pools beneath my folded hands
my tears He brought to you.

He said with faith, His pleasure found
my faith not strong enough.
But from my prayers for you, dear child
I found a strength of love.

Olivia, I fear I failed
dear child of only eight.
And now you walk on streets of gold
beyond a pearly gate.

I have a void I cannot fill.
Love found on bended knee.
I ask while walking there with God
if you could pray for me.

I love a child I never met
Nor have I seen her smile.
But God asked me to wait for her
for just a little while.


Details | Free verse | |

Who Though

Who would have thought the girl with the bright smile and joy enflamed in her eyes 
Sits' in the corner crying herself to sleep every night 
Who would have thought the boy walking the halls always giving a hand 
Wishs' that when he sleeps the gentle light may seep him off his feet 
Would would have thought the girl that ended her own life 
Was raped, beaten and bullied at both home and school 
Who would have thought our childrens children 
Have sought to use weapons and let eragancy become them making them a fool 
Who would have thought that no matter how we try for peace 
We show our children war is the answer
Who would have thought that our guidence
Has be clouded and no longer is pure 
Who would have thought teenage life is harder 
When your getting bullied or picked on in school 
Who would have thought that a person couldn't walk out of their house 
With out fear of being raped, shot, or stabed and death is finally at your door 
Who would have thought in life know a day's 
Death is more near to our lives then ever before 
    Who Would Have Thought


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Child

The child was lost
Through no fault of mine
I wanted to have it
But it wasn't the right time
I hid my emotions
I didn't want to mourn
But I couldn't help it
It didn't want to be born
I didn't tell a single person
Until a long time after
Then someone close to me
Went and told the father
I'd had a miscarriage
And he didn't even care
If the child had been born
He wouldn't have been there
After he'd been told
And he talked to me
I cried for days on end
But my tears no one had seen
I shut myself away
And hid inside my room
I lay cuddling a teddy
I held it against my womb
But years have passed
I think I'm over it now
I know it never developed
But I still miss it somehow


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Will No One Save The Children?

Have you seen
A child smile?
The answer is no
Not for a while.
Have you played
With a child today?
The answer is no
Not since their innocence was taken away.
Can you see
The children grow?
The answer is no
There are no children at home.
Can you feel
The children love?
The answer is no
They lie beneath small graves just dug.
Can you hear
The children cry?
The answer is no
For the children have died.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sand Castles II

The castle stood with majesty.
The child stood justly proud.
Both night and sea stood patiently,
In hand the castle's shroud.

My thinking now became serene,
Of things small and sublime.
How I saw all played in that scene
Of man, his deeds and time. 

But here I raise a quandary.
I question thee a tad. 
Are we the castle stately?
Or, are we the lad?

Are we the child? Are we the sand?
We're either, can't you see?
Both built and build to pass away
With time our ebbing sea. 

The tide we face is Father Time.
Aren't we but molded clay?
Just like that castle so sublime
We are not here to stay. 

Yet like that child in spring of life,
His days are numbered still.
Just like the grains of sand it took
To stir this old man's quill.


Details | Blank verse | |

Not yet.

Yesterday,a ghost of someone better haunting in the shadows that he hath 
banished it to. 
I will bring you back. 
From death and darkness to the light I will resurrect you to former greatness with 
a last hope at her hand. 
Better man she loved so long ago...I am not dead. 
Not yet. 

Wounded child hath sent you in jealousy to live beneath selfish pride and 
careless discontent of the perfect life...of the perfect lady. 
I will bring you back. 
To the surface to resurface faith in those who had given up. 
To heal those hurt by his ways. 
To break the silence. 
Don't lose faith love...I am not dead. 
Not yet. 

Yesterday, I will bring you to life once more. 
Kind and caring, truthful and committed. 
Selfish child sent back...I have much to prove. 
Much to make up.Much living left to do. 
Don't forget Love...I am not dead. 
Not...yet.


Details | Bio | |

Trying Times

Trying Times

Can I maintain this life
Without begging Christ 
To save me 
From the life he gave me 
Can I walk to the plot
To where lays my father death spot
And stand over his grave 
His life is with me acknowledgement
I’m is daughter but I wasn’t with him his last dying days
Tears seem to not fall from my eyes 
Because I know emotion will not grow him back 
And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I’m 
dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me 

I dream of some better days 
As a young child proven educate with good grades
Wanted to be a woman at a young age 
Started working on my life 
Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong 
Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to  make me 
strong
But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me 
Turn my back on the people that had given me life 
Told  them I didn’t need them so forget their advice 
I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted  bitterness 
Spoke for me took hostage over my pride 
But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted 
was to be their child 

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying times he’s given me trying times is in me 

Fast I was moving 
Tried I was getting 
Still I wasn’t not going to stop 
Because I  will never give up 
I instill in myself as long as I don’t misused my body and educate my mine 
There was nothing that could harm me Nothing
Suddenly  everything that  I was reaching for turn around and ran from me
And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me 
I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me 
For now I could see 
My daddy deceased 
My mother sickly 
And soon I will be a woman 
For I will be no ones child 
I feel as if I’m not ready 

They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me






Details | Elegy | |

Snow Angels

Twenty sets of footprints
scattered in the snow.
Twenty wings that flutter
as the breeze begins to blow.

Twenty peals of laughter,
Twenty toothless grins,
Twenty eyes that twinkle
as their journey begins.

Twenty desks left empty.
Million hearts that mourn.
Six will join to guide them,
unsung heroes born.

Twenty little angels
playing in the snow
dropping tiny snowflakes
on those who stayed below.


Details | Elegy | |

Raindrops and Teardrops


Details | Rhyme | |

My Goodbye

This is for my grandma. She only has a few more weeks and I can't find any other way to put my feelings than this.


Heaven wants another angel tonight.
You feel that you lost, but you won this fight.
No pain or sorrow can keep you apart,
From what we think is the end but is really just the start.
I’ll miss you but let your heart be free.
The shadow of your presence I’ll feel in my sleep.
You’ll spend some time in a world above the sky,
While I’m the ground hearing echoes of goodbyes.
But we’ll meet again so soon,
I’ll see you in the light of the moon.
We’ll tell each other stories forever,
About the marvelous things we saw in the times not together.
I know heaven won’t wait for goodbyes,
But I love you,
And for now this is mine.


Details | Epitaph | |

BABY

written 28th oct 2012

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us 
  an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace  
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen 
 hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd 

We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us 
 having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
 Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart

God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
 we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
 just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
 
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
 although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
   the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
                                  "Angel" 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

She is the One

His strong arm wraps her frail, labored shoulders
Together they whisper against the clear, glass wall
All pain has passed, and they behold an answered prayer
A glorious blossom that has been entrusted to their hands
The child in the bed has a smile of morning 
They know but still they ask – Is she the one?

The voices crouch upon the bedroom windowsill
looking in from the night with curious eyes
Their fairy hands clasped together as though in prayer
Watching the rosy dreams that float above the girl
whose sleepy sighs breathe through the room like a song
With pressed fingers, they think – Is she the one?

He holds the black and white photo with his fingertips
as though when touched with flesh it might fade away
like the ending of a perfect dream, that lasts, in memory
yet hangs like aurora lights – there but not there. 
Raven-black eyes kiss the sweet face in the picture
and written on his sighing lips – Is she the one?

She is like a willow, he, the poet resting in her shade 
Bound with much more than two golden rings
It is long since they have given oaths of eternal love
But not once have their hearts stepped away from each other
With eyes made one they watch their child wreathed in lilies
Unspoken are their words – Is she the one?

He has been at the bedside for the past ten days
He has been beside her for the past fifty years
Wrinkled hand holds wrinkled hand, together tender
The sweet face, now lined and creased, is more than beautiful
He remembers the old picture, the love-wrought words
A smile recalls them – Is she the one?

Above them, unseen, the voices have returned
The slender lights that have always watched her 
through the years from the beginning, and now at the end
Their eyes are wet, but they have come to fetch the soul,
her innocent heart to take away in their fairy hands
Like music are their words – Is she the one?


Details | Narrative | |

Beautiful Bloody Angel

Bloody fetus in a jar 
I buried her, at sixteen years old.
My heart crumbled for the very first time. 
I want to know her skin,
Every smile line, every dimple, 
Every scar that has yet to fade like and incision too deep on my lung
I can’t breathe.
I want to know her scent
And I dream of it like it is the breeze of the coast
I can feel the vibrations of the ocean smacking against my skin
Weeping, rapping, weeping, rapping,
Weeping
As I fall to my knees. 
I want to know. 
what you meant
when you said to me “Baby I’m gone”
gone home
running home
gone home
ill go
wherever you are 
I want to know.
I want to see the crop farmers clapping to the weight of wind 
Let me in
To you
I want to know,
Your love.
Every opportunity that arises that meteor showers this millennium
And the way the clouds hide it all
Underneath their power to protect us from what,
From what.
Like the weight of the world fell on my shoulders
And the clichés clapped at the poet’s last line
And the heavens smoke glazed my eyes
As I stepped outside 
Put my thumb up for a ride
Because I want to know
The smell of dissatisfaction 
And the tingle of effective poison
And the embrace of a lost loved one
Up there, covered in clouds
That protect me
From seeing her
My sweet, sweet baby.
My beautiful bloody angel.
I want to know what it is like to forgive,
have my mind freed of all resentment 
and neglect of the happiness that went hidden into the frozen corners of my brain.
I want to know love,
to know contentment and stability and the light that rains on so many men,
so many women.
I want to grasp that.
I want to hold peace and press it against my chest.
I want to take God and cup him in my hands and scream
“Where Were You!”
Where have you been!
Where will you be when I am falling… or floating
Where will you be.
I want to know
Where is she.
Not just about that old mason jar buried in my garden
But God, did she fall or did she float?
Because I want to know
Because wherever she went I will go. 




Details | Rhyme | |

NOW I LAY ME

Now I lay me down to sleep
In my home that's really sweet
Had three large meals and a snack
There wasn't a hint of any lack
Comfortable shoes and clothes that fit
My heart's desires my money can get
Friends and family know my name
So many opportunities it's just insane
Doctors and dentists, heat and air
A hope and a future.. No despair
Little chance I'll die before I wake
But if I do, my soul God will take.

But the homeless orphan goes to sleep
His unbathed body on a filthy street
Sold himself today to get a meal
From a slimy stranger with a dollar bill
No life, no skills, no future, no hope
No family, no friends, no heat, no coat
No shelter, no job, no doctor, no care
No money, no support, no help anywhere
Despair and neglect, a fight to survive
A shell of a child more dead than alive
And if this orphan dies before he wakes
Will he know God his soul to take?

Contrast Poem


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 ?


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



Details | Ballade | |

This cosy love

This cosy love

In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.

You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.

And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet child of mine

The stars they used to bring tears to my eyes
Dark skies, I cried as I prayed for daylight
You were my fragment of pain
I became swallowed in memorys of darkness
That used to come and go so haunting, the loss of you
Still is killing me, for you were gone so suddenly..

My first child
My first love
Now all I have left
Are the stars above
Not to mention
The glow of the moon
That always reminds me
That you were taken too soon
Tears fall down my cheeks
When your name is spoken, that's when 
These demons become awoken
The heartbreak
The despair
Losing your child
Is too much to bear
Sleepless nights
Dreams full of terror
Seeing the pain in your eyes
Everytime you look in the mirror

I can look at the stars now
With hope, instead of pain
You my child, did not die in vain
You will live through me, glow bright star
Glow.. Glow for me
And for all of 
The mommys to see
Be my guidance, keep me from the ledge
To you child, this I pledge:

I see your glow and I can now smile
Though I might shed a tear every once and a while
Just because, I'm missing you
But I promise I will pull through

Thank you spirits
Thank you stars
For welcoming my child
With open arms
Keep him safe
Give him love
And let him know I am with him
Everytime I look above..


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

UNBORN CHILD

MY CHILD, I SPEAK  TO YOU FROM THE GRAVE
I AM YOUR MOTHER, A BLACK WOMAN OF PRESTIGE
YOUR FATHER ABANDONED US
EAT, DRINK FROM MY WOMB
NOURISHED MY NUTRIENTS OF FRUITS
I CAN'T GIVE YOU LIFE, MY CHILD
I DON'T WON'T YOU BORN


I FEEL THE FETUS OF YOU GROWING INSIDE OF ME
LIFE IS WHAT YOU NOT TO SEE OF ME
THE EMBYRO OF YOU IS GONE 
ALL MY SEEDS IS DESTOYED FROM YOU
YOU HAVE NO NAME
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

HEAR MY VOICE, MY CHILD
I'M SPEAKING TO YOU FROM MY WOMB
YOUR LIFE WILL BE GONE
YOUR BIRTH FLUSHED FROM MY BODY
LOOK UP AT ME, MY CHILD FROM MY WOMB
I AM NO LONGER YOUR MOTHER
YOU ARE NOW A UNBORN CHILD


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Death

Death Aug. 04, 2011
What is death but a journey of the unknown? This one word brings the bravest most intelligent of human kind to their knees. Fear fills the heart as one begins to wonder, what if?
Watching those nearing death experience things of the unknown only they can see and hear brings more questions. At times reaching for things we can’t see or talking with those unseen by us. Yelling no, I don’t want to or you can’t take me! Others smile and seem to be at peace while many others are just unresponsive.
If you watch children and ask them questions when in the room of a dying loved one; answers come that might surprise or even shock some. A child was told by a physician he was such a good boy and so quiet while everyone visited his sick grandma. The boy while coloring told the physician the beautiful angels around grandma’s bed asked me to color quietly so everyone could see grandma one last time before she leaves with them. Surprised by his answer they all just looked at one another. Then the little boy said, “Bye grandma”. He said, “See grandma is leaving with the angels.” Getting up to check the patient the physician found she had just passed away!
Why was the child able to see what no one else could see or hear? Is it the innocents and not having learned to disbelieve? Why are some so afraid in the face of death? I watch others filled with faith, which is at peace and ready to go. Others say nothing at all and show no expression. Some say they are ready and then panic and will do anything not to die begging you to help them!
Death is the unknown journey we wonder about and watch as loved ones experience it. What will we do if death finds us? Are angels surrounding you and singing songs of comfort? What sort of things will be waiting for you when you take your finale breath? 
Death is not meant to be feared, as they lay waiting to pass; comforted by an experience only shared by a few on lookers from time to time; beautiful angels and amazing colors have been described. At times sounds so wonderful yet nothing like anything ever heard before are talked about. Things children say are always the most beautiful and short. Children speak as if we surely see and hear the same things as them for how could we not? At no time are these children ever afraid! Death was filled with beauty and angels took care of their loved one as they left peacefully together never looking back!
                                                                              Debbie Knapp.


Details | Couplet | |

Pro-Life vs Pro-Choice


Has this ever been a choice you had to make Considering life or death ~ deciding anothers fate Who has the right to judge if and when one procreates Should politicians or priests decide what’s at stake What about the child who’s raped ~ does she have a say Which choice is right ~ keep the child ~ give him away A mother carrying a child with an abnormality ~ what’s right To watch her child suffer ~ witness his fatality ~ what a sight Is it fair to say if you decide to abort ~ you don’t care I don’t claim to have an answer here ~ but say this I wouldn’t dare I wouldn’t dare ~ it’s not fair ~ I wouldn’t dare This choice is the most difficult for anyone to bare Lay


Details | Couplet | |

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


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Physically and Mentally Abuse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Lyric | |

A Tragedy at Midnight

And the clock strikes twelve
Her blood turns to ice
The crows are screaming
The child is sleeping
The fire licks her feet
As she silently prays
And the angels cry
And the corpses dance
And the lost souls
Are found at lasts
When the child wakes
To a ruin of ash
And sees the body
Of her mother
And the body
Of her father
And the body 
Of her sister
Picked clean by ghouls
As she drifts to join them
And then she stares
At her own dead body
Just laying there.


Details | Elegy | |

I MOURN WITH YOU PROFESSOR

I MOURN WITH YOU PROFESSOR
Shadow and mirage are thesame;
The former is never a substance
And the latter never an oasis.
But the death of a child is both:
Hope is dashed and respite betrayed
Leaving only behind the pain of rising utility
That often comes from the nostalgia of reality...
I mourn with you Professor.


Details | Pastoral | |

Restoration




      ***********

Restoration is hope
That their is a chance
For you and me
      ------
In the beginning their
Was this child called Jesus
The New Christ
Born out of Heavens'
To effect New Life
Up and in-to Eternity 
      ------
Fore this is where
The Lord gained
His severity
Tis where Adam
Ate the Apple
From the Tree
And this was a curse
One sewn in and out
Of Parody....
      ------
He was born of this Earth
The child of a Mother
The Son of the living "God"
Sent by the be loving God
Only to live till the Second Birth
And to settle the curse...
      ------
The degradation of all man
Perpetration upon the people
Upon this Earth
      --------
Fore it was Death
That could not even
Set us apart...
And that it was Sin
That which permeated
The Soul and the Heat
      ------
He traversed the World'
Forsaking all Evil
To bring about change
To restore the faith and truth
For the true believer
      ------
To restore His Holy Name
And to bring about a New Heaven
So Haled be Thy Name

                  GF


Details | Lyric | |

The Things You Wish You Could Erase

Sitting on the edge of the bridge
Holding unto that bottle of beer
The same beer that he drank 
The night he killed those people
Flashback in his brain
Gripping unto the bottle
nearly breaking it
hes sitting behind the wheel
Picks up the beer bottle 
Takes another sip
He sees the car
But gently closes his eyes
The women slams on her breaks
Her son in the back seat
The cars crash
Her car rolls down the hill
His car slamming into 
The side of bridge gates
The gates holding him steady
He gently steps out of his car
Seeing the smoke 
A gray car laying in the river
Below the bridge hes standing on
He runs down there 
Running through the water
the top of the car barely noticable
He helps the young women out
Not knowing about the little boy
In the back seat
She yells
"my son... my son"
She points to the vehicle
She takes her last breathe
Lays there helplessly
The man drags the little boy out of the car
A scratch on his forhead
Not breathing at all
The man cries
Trying to wake the kid up
Knowing they are both up in heaven
He vanishes
Several years later
He sits on the bridge
Holding the bottle
Has a child of his own
A wife of his own
Waiting at home for him
His son an hour before 
Wanted to walk to the bridge
With him
But the man just said no
The young boy just stayed home
His father never came back
They found him 
Floating in the same river
The women and her son were in

~Dedicated to Tommy~


Details | Free verse | |

Whistle

Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.


Details | Terzanelle | |

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Terzanelle question ku chaser

December’s cold wind starts to bite
festive are the lights all around
yet children are nowhere in sight

hurry come quick, what is that sound
a bell tolls but what is it for
festive are the lights all around

something evil came through the door
not in song, yet they all fall down
a bell tolls but what is it for

tragedy struck this little town
tiny children hold hands in fear
not in song, yet they all fall down

they can’t comprehend what they hear
school always was a place to play
tiny children hold hands in fear

many angels were born that day
December’s cold wind starts to bite
school always was a place to play
yet children are nowhere in sight

a church bell tolls
as a nation mourns
why did so many fall?


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Ottava rima | |

The Result of Cruel Fate

The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey


She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared


Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind, 
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin


Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag


She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
 She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
 Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks


Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate


Details | Sonnet | |

To Bring Clock Immobilized For A Moment

(A tribute poem to Connecticut Shooting victims)

Whilst time is not in our hands to bear
Whispering hushed sound, steals someone’s life
A lithe gunman brandishing gun to err
If only I hold time, I’ll stop the strife

The ephemeral laughter of childhood
Bequeath memories to posterity
Be an advocate for gun ban, I would
Parents felt like dry leaf in an eddy

I speak of my thoughts, hopes, and prayers
A glimpse of dulcet smile one last chance
Felicity in heaven cloaked the fears
For these children once have a dalliance

One by one, far and near, gunshot broke out
In silence, their presence you can’t live without


Posted also in Voicesnet.com (Jan. 2, 2013)


Details | Free verse | |

The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Free verse | |

Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cold Cold Heart

From the mothers womb
She fell like a bomb
A child of love
Yet her mother would run

Alone in the world
No tit to suckle
No warmth to give her tears a hug
A babies sadness, death at birth

A world with no sound
A world with no taste
Is an infant’s world with no love
Abandoned to the fate of cold hearts

Growing, with no warmth of love
The mind grows strong
The heart longs for such strength
Lonely roads with sad endings

Her music is only of desires
Her desires are empty dreams
Her dreams bring tears
No solace to be found

She wanders to the lakes edge
Staring into her future
With such calmness
She walks, submerged in coldness

A cold cold heart


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 | Couplet | |

Scars left behind

Gone was this edifice

Gone, sunk down the abyss


Memories only remain

Memories to keep me sane


To cherish them I shall

For such is my call


Ode to this great man

Who gave me a good stand


My favorite, among the elders

His death caused me to seek the avengers


Lonely, desolate and abandoned

His absence makes me so scorned


Gone was this great man

Seen as having an evil hand


He loved the child I was

And left me maimed with scars!


Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon


Details | Kimo | |

The Little Match Girl



by her burnt matches on a snowy nook
face aglow on New Year morn
lies the frozen blessed child




*Inspired from the touching story of "The Little Match Girl"


Details | Acrostic | |

The Other Visitors

Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed

Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold
Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!

Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled


Details | Free verse | |

It Isn't Arcadia but It's Darker Than Hell

This is where death is the child and I it's Laborious hand holder

Jagged night, lean souls
blackened sight in the martyr moon
crooning crows and brazen ravens tear the skies through

Crooked grins and demon walkers make the evil hallow
and the meek surrender

Beads of fear saunter a stream's pace down my tired countenance
The weary die. Her voice bleeds a susurrus...
"Doth thou arrest my poison...my heart...my love"
I only reply true "May I arrest the blade of my weary foe before I arrest thy poison kiss"

There is a place where the mad prophets speak
Where god speaks confused tongue
Where Babylon is anew

This is where death is the child and I it's laborious Hand-Holder


-Kalonji A. Davis
2/18/2010


Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


Details | Blank verse | |

Mirror

As mirrors shatter,
so have I.
As hearts shatter,
so have I,
but when shattered mirror and shattered heart meet,
the brokenness can no longer need deny.

As shards of reflection fall to the ground
I try to catch pieces of battered childhood.
As silence engulfs a tearless child, no uttering of a sound,
slips away from hidden memories all that is good.
Her hands are cut and tears of scarlet fall
to a floor that felt no tears where love had once stood.

As dust and ashes cover wounds bleeding,
so has her mind done to her heart.
As it covers all evidence of someone her silent screams heeding
of a father so unexpectedly from her life depart
the light bursts into her mourning soul,
the mirror an image of her life and joy apart.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
castle
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
hours
But misunderstanding broke us 
up
Anna and I still smiled and 
laughed
And joked about our bouncy 
castle
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
minutes
And school started pulling us 
apart
Anna and I still laughed and 
smiled
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
unknown
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down


Details | Sonnet | |

Not him who wears my face

Woman! darkly gleam is your work I esteem…love it!
From mountainous mountain top to valley‘s belly
I hear you pluck…on eagle‘s wings…onward pluck
How nice, your device visits and forces in their smelly
Glamorous cells, a glad evening‘s grief to run amok.

Then ever, of flowing emotions savour. Oh their deeds befit!
Skip a stride, hop a stride, and gleefully grin upon
Their seeds too – in their please full bliss and homely homes.
But a seed… …he who wears my face and is adorn
With a talking tongue like that of his majesty Jerome‘s;

When you, him happen upon, spare an empty glance. Clickaty-clacks too,
Mine ears must hear not near. And my nose, free must it be of your flu!
On scribbled accounts, oh read, ever shall you in your shrine;
And content shall I be having inked my fourteenth line.


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 | Narrative | |

another day

pale pink is the pre-dawn sky
"pink sky in mourning..."
today will be a pre-proceeding
- for some it will be the same
for some it will purvey monumental,
tsunamic, quaking, flashing innocence
as a muffled buzzing and pounding followed
by eerie stony silence enveloping the sun

FLASH! - what you knew you knew is gone
flash of white to yellow to red to black
billowing dread washes over as waves 
upon waves cover all good of the world
and flotsam of teared memories float
in mind and vision from past treasures

dangerous are those loving thoughts
unarmed without any weapons of indifference
vulnerable to the suffering and anguish
to stagger about befuddled and weeping
singularly, communally the onlookers look on

and piles of cairned candles and trinkets
appear out of nowhere, everywhere
feeble attempts to express hurt and good
- no good will come - yet - in time -
in time - time scabs over the wounded

the blood-letting stops, tears wither
and night follows this immemorable day
that we always remember, eons from now
as if it were last hour that i noticed the time, 
where did it go?, when will it stop?

© Goode Guy 2012-12-17

http://www.npr.org/2012/12/17/167427982/afghanistan-bomb
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/14/167248541/developing-shooting-at-elementary-school-in-newtown-conn
http://www.npr.org/2012/12/04/166519628/at-least-13-syrian-children-killed-in-mortar-attack


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The meaning of destruction.

Its cold, clouds grey, no sun to guide me,
hands search for the missing eye that has long since past.
I hear them bicker and curse, do you know what they are?
Slimy slurping dripping muck, the snow has gone, but left my
world with black soot earth.
These creatures seem to thrive on it, thrive on my shallow pit
of existence.
I gather myself, I crack my knees as I bend to pick a limb,
what should go first? Of course my feet to carry me.
With such effort for a pointless quest I begin to think that
there is nothing but death scraping at my neck, hinting at
my demise.
Ages since my trumpets call, they call me home from a 
nightmare of cry's and vomit.
My mind begins to flash with imagery beyond comparison,
a child I see inside my heart, is naked, blind, sick and pale,
OH GOD!! Where is the source for this madness.
I have gathered my pieces and attempt to walk, but see
that I have gathered more than my own share of flesh, there
are those that belong to men,the men thats beneath the soil,
the creatures are red inside my nails.
My color is that of a ruby stone, as cold as one and as hard 
no doubt.
CRACK! BANG! Lighting and sound rip through the sky, this sound
is not of guns or drums.
The dark sky is fat with victory, it spues out its fill upon me, it washes
my world around me only to reveal my horror.
My comrade, my friends, my enemy's and alas, the child of whom gave 
such sadness.
Did I die too? Looking at my broken self, was I tricked to war, yes, this was it,
the price to pay, to pay the earth for its company, it seems we were guests that
outstayed our welcome.
Ha! If we were ever welcomed, I don't think invasion is the same.

So clear now, the rain making sense of it all.
My knees don't crack as I begin to fall.
Cant you see me?I have been killed.
So you can keep your stomach tanks filled.
Thank you all, your prayers are gone.
To feed the horde there victory's won.

Is the memory gone from them?
The world is sane but our race is thin.
Is this world so leaderless? 
Mankind is lone, the world is fearless.
Must we die before they see?
No, die but twice before you free.

Do you have the answer?
With blood in hand and gun in holster?
No one has the meaning or an answer to a thing.
Just that they are happy with there life they have to bring.


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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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Spirit unbroken

Dear loveless one

Your hatred may have left holes
in my emotions
and your fury unleashed scars
upon the spirit
you will never possess...
Even though your tongue dug my soul's grave
and your hands muffled my cries
and bound me in chains 
to sinking death as a child,
I kept on living for hope's sake.
You deafened my ears to joy's call
and love I passed by, oblivious
to its tender touch.
You blinded my eyes to the beauty
that was staring me in the face 
and stitched up my mouth 
to prevent your own shame 
escaping in audible screams...

Today my body rests in the ocean
and still you are troubled.
Why then?
You got what you wanted, didn't you?
You murdered your own flesh and blood
to compensate for your flaws.

You know... You know you can't run
from a past so dark.
You hear my daunting laughter 
and the endless pleading haunts you.

I grip your black heart frozen
and whisper, "Goodbye."

Sincerely, 
Spirit unbroken.

(A tribute to all abused children)


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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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A Street in Ghaza

Lying in the rubble,
Watching only trouble, 
Yelling and crying; 
Is a young injured child, 
Having no relation living. 


He is afraid to see the planes 
Coming, firing and bombing, 
Making people lonely, 
Giving trouble only. 
Making children orphans. 
As for them, it is a fun. 


The young child is now alone. 
In another street, is the same scene 
Where some other child is alone. 
Whose everything is gone. 
All their innocence will be gone. 


Is it right to kill the innocence and the innocent. 
The child is wondering . 
So, am I. 
AND WHAT ABOUT YOU????


Details | Ballade | |

My Dearest Daughter

I want you to know my dear daughter
I thought of you every day
The thought you say your daughter hates me
The question asked is how can a baby hate

The answer is, a baby learns what it is taught
I never raised you to hate in any way
To disrespect or live such a troubled way

You've hurt me like no other has
In such a way it no longer bothers me
Although I think of you more then you'll know
I no longer care if I see you again

You were my dearest, my one and only
And the day I gave birth to you
Gave me bragging rights in all that you do
I showed I was proud,  you didn't understand

Much time has gone by
I hardly think of you any more
The day will come, you will need me again
That day will be, when it's much too late

I won't be the one who will be so hurt
You will find that you waited much to late
My time will have ended on this dear earth
I will be gone, spending my time in Heaven

I will watch over my dear granddaughter
I will guide, guard and protect her
From the evil that you teach her
That my dear daughter is a promise

I will take care of her, from above
I will teach her how to love, honor and respect
Things I did teach you, you weren't paying attention

I want you to know my dearest daughter
I loved you before you were born
And I loved you 'till my dying day

I now love you from above
But now you're on your own without my love
Just remember this my dear daughter
You took the love I had to give my granddaughter
From her life, she'll never know

You cheated her, from a part of life
She will find out, and pay you back
When that happens, remember this
It's the same, you did to me


Details | Rhyme | |

Bahrain in Blood

Another example of Western hypocrisy,
Is Bahrain where they claim "Democracy",

A self-designed "Democracy" of dictatorship,
Which actually started from a pirate-ship,

In history you will find that some pirates,
Who were the robbery and theft laureates,

Through cheating, fraud and deception,
Killings, aggression and corruption,

They came into power to abuse everyone,
Before was with sword and now is with the gun,

They thought that their kingdom will last,
Because of their savagery, which is vast,

Did not imagine that they would be faced,
With people's protests and be disgraced,

And that the whole world will come to know,
About the truth of Bahraini Kingdom's show,

This show is about the killings and rapes,
Bodies with signs of torture and scrapes,

Children, men or women have no difference,
In receiving this torture for-instance,

They raid the houses with troops anytime,
And become altogether partners in crime,

The news are filled with photos of tortures,
But Western governments are just the watchers

They have no movement or any gestures,
Perhaps they're waiting to eat like "Vultures",

West have been playing "Divide and Rule",
Thats how they fight with this tool,

But they couldn't start a Shia-Sunni fight,
So they created "Takfiris" or "Salafis", despite,

Now they just sit back and enjoy the show,
Because they sowed this decades ago,

 O' Muslims! We must wakeup and realize,
Or we will, from earth, vanish, otherwise,

O' People of Bahrain we are with you by heart,
Every hurdle has a comfort in a part,

Even though it is Eid, tears are dropping,
As if the humanity is itself plopping.


Eid is a word for Muslims happy celebrations specially after Ramadhan. The Bahraini people are facing aggression and brutality of Bahrain's government forces since many decades. 

From the book "Take Your freedom" 2013
Available at www.amazon.com







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Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations


Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Dear Dad

Dear Dad 				
Why don’t you love me? 
The small brown eyed girl asked her father as he beat her at night,
 then with a smile in the morning he’d scoop her up in his arms to play.
Why don’t you love me? 
The bigger brown eyed girl asked her father as he walked out and
never came back.
Why don’t you love me? 
The young brown eyed girl asked her boyfriend of two years,
As he walked out the same door her father did eight years before.
Never to return.
Why didn’t you love me?
The older brown eyed girl asked her father at his funeral.
As she leaned over the edge of his casket and kissed him gently on the forehead,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Why couldn’t you love me? 
The oldest brown eyed girl asked as she lays Jasmine’s and roses
On her father’s grave.
Only a row down from her old boyfriend’s,
With love that never dies.
And her question is answered in the wind, 
As the answer is whispered in her heart.
How could you love me?
If you couldn’t love yourself?


Details | Rhyme | |

Newborn Baby

Newborn baby please don't cry
Don't blame yourself that your mom died
She perished for you, she had her time
She wanted you to have yours in this life
Newborn baby your mom loved you
That's why she this life eschewed
All for you she happily chose
To bring to life her tiny pink rose
Newborn baby one day you'll see
Your mom committed an act of love for thee
So you may live and be all you can be
And don't forget this, her final decree
Take care of your father he will need you to be strong
Play all day and remember troubles won't stay long
Be kind to your brother and let him sing you songs
And do your best to get along
Remember your mother and her sacrifice for you
And honor her daily in all things that you do


I was watching The Walking Dead marathon yesterday and Lori dies in childbirth. They have to cut the baby out because it's not coming out on it's own. There are no doctors or hospitals so she knows she's going to die but tells them to do it anyway because she can't lose her baby.  I was inspired to write about it. I hope you enjoyed.


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They'll never know

At the bus stop the other say brazen remarks
terrible things,from outside their hearts
The boy hangs his head,day's a bad start

As the little boy walks into the classroom
they call him dumb, stupid and a goon
the other kids point and laugh at him
they’ll never know how his life is so dim

In holy shoes he treads on the wet sidewalks
coat undersized and soaked are his socks
Greasy and pimply peers eye him like hawks
saying the next insult in their little talks

Father returns home and now things are worse
This boy -these children they live with a curse Dad punches, kicks and beats them bare 
and from behind mother’s eyes do stare

His brothers tease him he is a dud
This boy is hated by his family, his blood
So he decides he can’t handle anymore
He grasps his Fathers shotgun lying on the floor


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Drifting Mainly

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Play with doves

After long day`s play
with doves ,they fly in the light
Let`s rest in the love


Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

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

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

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

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

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


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Laws of the Dead

The law of emptiness takes form
Choosing a sight beset by storms
A town abandoned by its youth
Decaying resentment for any truth

I walk recounting every deed
Tracing my steps beyond the trees
A child hiding underground
Trying to talk, but lacking sound

His presence pulling at my chords
Anger within as I relate the law
The silent child turns to walk
As lights flicker out, beneath the rock

Waking to water at my knees
Sadness to see my town besieged
All life is taken by this storm
The law of the lonely has taken form

Stricken by pain beyond my time
Holding the laws to calm my mind
Recounting how this could have been
The closer I look, the more I scream

The law of blame now taking form
Finding the cause of this deadly storm
The quiet child takes my hand
A breath of water for this dying man


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Mystery and History

A terrible earthquake rocked
Bidding adieu left us shocked

Rescuers worked on the third day
Looking exhausted and in dismay

Suddenly mixed feelings filled the air
When they lifted two up the metal stair

Shielded from the falling fragments 
Embraced and protected within a mother’s garment

Wrapped in a carcass that offered comfort
A live six month-old baby girl put her effort

She moved having been suckled on that fateful day
By her mother who had entered the unknown gateway

Only this could have crammed her mind
Let me die so that they could find

My child alive; my child must live 
So, she breast-fed until alive

One could compare her love to a mystery
Her life after death is but history

Tears trickle from stony hearts
Also from those carrying debris in their carts

Like a mother longing to hug her child
Our Creator waits to embrace us His child

He can pick us up from any rubble
And in us can make joy bubble


Details | Terzanelle | |

THIS BLEAK HEREAFTER


They were our treasures, our daughters and sons,
deserving of futures and answered prayers,
now silenced forever by the roar of guns.

We each weep and clutch lonely teddy bears,
madness has robbed us of living blessings
deserving of futures and answered prayers.

What deforms a heart, there is no guessing,
please, hug your children, they may disappear…
madness has robbed us of living blessings.

Stolen, all wonders, stolen, happy tears,
so heed our message, this keening warning-
please, hug your children, they may disappear.

We are the anguished, the lost and mourning,
each night we still hear their precious laughter
so heed our message, this keening warning.

Memories survive this bleak hereafter, 
they were our treasures, our daughters and sons,
each night we still hear their precious laughter
now silenced forever by the roar of guns.


Details | Ballad | |

lyrics from an unsung song

 all alone out here again tonight
just sitting in these, city lights
 sis, I think I messed up again
everyone ask me if i am ok
"yes i'm fine", i always say
but the truth is, yeah you know the truth is, I miss my friend

I keep holding onto this bottle like it's your hand
I hate to think I can never see you again
and I hate myself, cuz I wasn't there to say goodbye
I am not the same since you went away
a part of me died when you couldn't be saved
Now here I am, dead and dying inside

without my angel, how do I make it here
I am so lost by not having you near
all my memories, they're too hard to be around
and I keep trying, but their too strong for the whiskey to drown
oh please my angel, please know I hold you dear
and yes, my angel, I wish you were still here
but my angel, you sure earned those wings
and when I am alone, I swear I hear you sing 

picking you up and dancing around the room
you sounded so cute humming your own tune
I miss the warmth of your smile
brushing your hair, reading story books
laughing out loud when you'd give dirty looks
man, it kills me to know it had been a while

I guess i just had to go and move away
promising to come back and see you someday
I am so sorry that I lied
Always thought we'd have more time
that you'd never leave this life of mine
but they called to say that you died.... how could you die?

without my angel, how do I make it here
I am so lost without you near
all my memories, they're too hard to be around
and I keep trying, but their too strong for the whiskey to drown
oh pleases my angel, please know I hold you dear
and yes, my angel, I wish you were still here
but my angel, you sure earned those wings
and when I am alone, I swear I hear you sing

walking in that room, it got so hard to breathe,
seeing you laying there, but not looking at me,
I couldn't sing the song I wrote
all I could try to do is tell one last story to you,
and make it be the truth
but on my tears I choked

well this cup is empty and so am I
I am just crying tears I have already cried
I think I'll just call it a night
But if you ever do get the chance
come back to see me and have one more dance
and ask God when the timing is right;

without my angel, how do I make it here
I am so lost by not having you near
all my memories, they're too hard to be around
and I keep trying, but their too strong for the whiskey to drown
oh please my angel, please know I hold you dear
and yes, my angel, I wish you were still here
but my angel, you sure earned those wings
and when I am alone, I swear I hear you sing 

 Katei


Details | Couplet | |

His Will

Months and months we tried and tried, wishing to conceive
what great joy we felt to find our prayers were received. 

Day by day we planned and waited for the time to come
when we would have a new born a daughter or a son.

Three months of sun, a pale green room, a crib by the wall
crocheted blankets and Teddy bears laying in the hall.

Then sorrow came with blood and pain, a baby lost
you see, not to be, my little girl her life was our cost.

I would not relive the day, though I dream it still
perhaps at heavens gates she'll be, oh, I hope she will.


Details | Rhyme | |

In A Hotel Room

Why did they go? They always go,
Whether they saw me I simply don’t know,
They’re here for a night and then go away,
And leave me behind, all alone I must stay,
And wait for the loved ones to whom I belong,
But I’ve been waiting now for ever so long,
I’m starting to think that they’ll never return,
But I remember those faces so full of concern,
On the day that I fell into the old hotel pool,
I never did master swimming at school,
But somehow I pulled myself out from the deep,
And came back to this room where my parents did sleep,
My Mother’s blue eyes had turned red with her tears,
Just as any mother’s whose child disappears,
I don’t understand why they just didn’t see,
That I was standing there just where I should be,
Then they were gone, leaving me here in this room,
Sometimes full of life, sometimes cold as the tomb,
Why did they go? They always go.


Details | Ballade | |

Emotional Outbreak

A frustration that can cannot be abated,
Knives flashing in the blindingly brilliant Sunshine.
Blood drops spattered across the delicate petals 
of white roses clutched in a child's small fist.
horror lances through her body it reacts before her mind does,
all the years of self control suddenly break away,
a woman sits only in a peaceful garden,
not at peace, but thoughts whirling like a deep
malovolent tornado,
as she thinks about the lonely years,
of that little girl that lurks beneath the
surface wanting ,needing, and waiting for
a god to be able to reunite her with now,
 her mother, sister, and older loving overprotective brother.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Forgotten Valentine

A hand print in the middle,
hearts and flowers everywhere,
the prettiest card you ever saw.
Made with love, made with care.

Hidden in her school desk,
found on a windy March day.
Her teacher handed it to me
as we all bowed our heads to pray.

Valentine's Day she'd forgotten it
as she'd headed out the door.
So she turned to run back for it,
that's when my heart hit the floor.

She didn't look, she didn't see
the car headed straight her way.
If she hadn't turned to go back
she'd be alive today.

The driver thought she'd crossed
so she took her eyes from the road,
not realizing her mistake
and the tragedy that would unfold.

A forgotten Valentine
left in a little girls desk
was the reason she'd turned back,
was the reason we now laid her to rest.

It's now a constant reminder
of what used to be.
A framed Valentine card
my child made for me.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
for Debra Squyre's "Forgotten Valentine" contest
06/02/2013


Details | Quatrain | |

Why

Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay

with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief

with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find

a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?

Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?

for the Sandy Hook children.  RIP.


Details | I do not know? | |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Elegy | |

Eight Times The Earth Went 'Round The Sun


Eight times the earth went ‘round the sun - 
Our world had only just begun 
To know a parent’s joy;
To have and hold and kiss a face,
And feel a child’s sweet warm embrace 
While under God’s employ.

The time we had was brief but bright 
With toys and games and walks at night, 
And pitches on the lawn;
What zest for life he showed so well,
Who ran in fields like a gazelle
Or like the nimblest fawn.

But then one day a storm arose, 
And struck our child from head to toes
From fever and a chill;
In haste the doctors tested him,
Which proved his chance to live was slim
With no known cure or pill. 
 
O precious child who lay in bed,
With wrinkled brow and fevered head, 
A rose among wild flowers;
We came to him and held his hand,
And kissed his face where tears did land
On cheeks for many hours.

I still recall the words my son
Spoke last as I had just begun
To brighten up his room;
“Do not be sad. I’m here with God 
With clothes so white and joy abroad,
Forever from this gloom.”

Right then his life was taken there,
Assuring us not to despair
Of where his soul was sent;
And now we wait upon the Lord -
While trusting Him in deed and word,
As our lives now are spent.




Details | Free verse | |

Beslan- Russia 2004

Under a free sky, today
on a beach in Australia
I gathered from the white sand beach
ancient, sea- worn shells.
Another world away they gathered up
the siege-worn bodies of their children

As I rinsed my weathered treasures
in crsytal blue ocean waves; they were burying their innocents,
lowering them into early graves

All around me freedom shimmered
while they, grief stricken, had helpless tears
that shone on white, shocked cheeks
I felt the sun, warm on my skin
while they felt the deep chill of evil mocking them

I think I know how precious freedom is
They are sure of it, as they bury their dreams
 with children they would have died for
In the face of such callous cruelty
we feel just as helpless 
Gulls hover above me like thoughts
They go out to them - on freedom's wings

 Suzanne Delaney


Details | Lyric | |

Never Me

Running fastly down the hall
Turning the corner into the kitchen
His mom standing 
Cutting the carrots
He stands well mannered
Dressed in black dress pants
A white dress shirt
Colored socks
His mom waves her finger at him
"No, Kurt, you dont wear colored socks with dress pants"
She walks over to him
Taking off his socks
A frown falls upon his face
"there just socks mom" He replies sarcasticly
He walks back to his room
Changing into white bland socks
~Years go by- Kurt is 15~

"Kurt!?" his mom yells from the top of the stairs

"yes?" He comes running down in a metallica shirt
Ripped jeans and converse shoes that have holes in them

"what are you wearing? we have to go to church, wear something nicer, why do you have to wear that stupid shirt, why cant you just be normal?" She walks away yelling at him

walking down the stairs in his outfit, Walks outside and walks down the street
"kurt?! get back here" she yells
He keeps walking
Walks further until he hits the end of the block
His mom cursing at him from afar
He sits on the corner of the street
and yells " im not going to church, im buddhist"
she stands in shock that her son has said that
She walks to the car and leaves him there
He goes back inside the house and writes her a letter

"Mom, I am 15 almost 16, Let me dress how i want, i dont want to be like everyone else, im my own person, you might not see it, but i do, and i do not wantto be bland anymore, im ready for something more exciting, wearing what i want, and not going to church, im buddhist, things have changed, you cant boss me around anymore, im getting tired of it sooner or later your going to loose me, your to busy yelling at me and how i dress to even sit and spend time with me, so im gone, i have better things to do then to just sit here and act all happy when im not. so goodbye mom have fun being boring"

Things might not actually be that bad
If she would have just let me be myself
I was never me when i was there
I was one of them
And thats something i never wanted


Details | Rhyme | |

LIFE

Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun


Details | Free verse | |

First Born

I could not sleep that night...

Alone you made the awesome leap
          between here and there.
Just past the last breath
Your soul traversed infinity.
Did you cry out...
Or was no sound allowed?

I laid awake...
No prayer upon my lips,
My brain besieged by mindless things.
Why did I not sense 
The passing of your spirit's sweetness
           in the dark?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Girl Who Could Never Understand

There was a girl so free and young;
untouched by the darkness she was yet to become.
Not yet grown up but wishing she would.
She didn’t realise it would make her numb

There was a girl who dreamed of the future,
who wished of being smart, pretty and free.
She told herself it take years to understand,
When it actually only took three.

There was a girl who became obsessed
with things such as looks and grades.
Every time she ‘messed up’ her confidence slipped:
until someone told her about a blade

There was a girl who was once so innocent,
never before heard of self-harm,
but suddenly she knew how to cope!
All she had to do was cut her arm.

There was a girl who was dead inside-
Not understanding the darkness she had become.
She grew up too fast just like she wished:
Now she’s dead because she felt too numb.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Terzanelle | |

Fragrant Flower

There're fragrant flowers in full bloom
With colors radiant, vibrant, bright!
Pure joy exuding while you groom

Your first glimpse captures eyes filled with light
Finding delight in the wondrous, mysterious gift!
And though given for only a while, still, is alright

So dreams are built never imagining the rifts
As you nurture, guard and lead along the way     
Help fulfill a purpose –others to uplift

Gentle pruning with care so they do not stray
Validate worth through kindness and care
For certain, one day petals will fall into disarray    

And too soon, the sun will set and awaken fear            
A time when the dreams lie forever silent; broken
Rest assure, beautiful spirits live forever, near 

Alive in roots, like fine lace woven
The legacy of love leaves an unending trail
Yet, nailed in a place secure and proven
At home in your soul where it cannot be derailed 
~*~
5/29/13



For Debbie's "When the Going Gets Tough the Tough Get Going" Contest


Details | Elegy | |

Death of my Mother

DEATH OF MY MOTHER

As I sat upon the ground that night,
Rain and tears streaming on my fright, 
My mother was killed within my sight.
I turned to stone, she fell dead,
The mud around her turned to red,
Her hair flowed about her head –
And me.

I dreamed last night and I could see,
A shroud of death is covering me,
Born from the sadness of memory.
In the uncharted corner of my mind,
Is a child I cannot seem to find,
Lurking between shadows – hiding behind.
Me.

In the blessed relief of the coming dawn,
I know the child will then be gone,
Back to the forest like a fleeting fawn.
Then again, with the coming night,
Arise and stand within my sight,
And return the horror and the fright, 
Of me.






Details | Free verse | |

Our Father's

White cloaked among the shine of brass and glass, Father waits,
cries of past and present mingle, among the cairns of dead.
He paces penitently within the maze 
of the stucco glazed cemetery.

"Shall I pray for your dead? He seems to say.. 
Have you paid the fee?"
The dead rule here and he is their voice.
“How many Our Father’s shall I say?”
Money, as always the key….

“My child why do you cry?”
Father inquires with Priestly aplomb.
“Only God now knows where your mother has gone.”
Half dead flowers fall from the child’s hand.



Details | Rhyme | |

Hullo, Mr Reaper

Hullo, Mr. Reaper!
or should I call you Grim?
Let's be best friends, Mr. Reaper
My pals call me Tim.

Take me to Heaven, Mr. Reaper!
Where I'll eat my cereals with silver spoons.
Bring me to Hell, Mr. Reaper!
Where I'll slay demons like heroes in cartoons.

Take me away, Mr. Reaper!
So that mommy wouldn't have to beg no more ;
So that daddy wouldn't get beaten up no more ;
just to pay the greedy doctors in nasty suits.

Tell me a story, Mr. Reaper !
A story that will never end.
Fix me a good night's sleep,
and wake me in Wonderland.

Grant me a wish, Grim !
A wish of a thousand pennies worth.
When mom asks about me in her dreams,
just tell her that it didn't hurt.


Details | Elegy | |

SORRY FATHER

(LAMENTATIONS BEFORE DEATH BY A DEPRESSED SON)

YOUR DREAM FOR ME WAS SO DEEP
THAT IS WHY I WAS BORN FOR KEEP.
YOU WANTED ME TO BE A TRUE SON 
AND WANTED ME TO SHINE LIKE YOUR SUN-

YOU WANTED ME TO FOLLOW YOUR VALUES;
YOU WANTED ME TO BE IN THE RULES,
AND BE A MASQUERADE OF YOUR OWN
SO THAT YOU BE PLEASED; A SON LONE.

YOU WANTED ME TO BE A CHRISTIAN
AND WANTED ME TO ENTER YOUR TRAIN
OF HOPE AND GOOD LIFE.YES GOOD LIFE.
OH FATHER!HOW I HAVE STRIVED!

I BELIEVE YOU GAVE BIRTH TO THE WORST
OF CHILDREN IN THE MENTAL FROST;
CHILD 'MONG THE WORST, AN ACCURSED.
I AM THAT CHILD WHO IS CURSED-

FORGIVE ME FATHER.I AM SORRY.SORRY .
CAN'T FULFILL YOUR DREAMS;I'M NOT HOLY-
I'M INSTEAD A CHEAT;THIEF,DISGRACE.
I AM A BAD AND BAD FACE-

I AM THAT USELESS SON YOU HAD.
I AM THE BAD CREATURE WITH CRUEL HEART.
FORGIVE FATHER.FORGIVE ME, FORGIVE-
I CANNOT STILL BE YOUR SON;HOW I GRIEVE.

YOU HAVE NO HOPE,DON't DREAM-
YOUR CHILD IS BAD AS ALL SEEMS.
FORGIVE ME FATHER,SWEET FATHER.
GOOD BYE (WEEPS), SORRY FATHER....


Details | Free verse | |

WHAT LURKS WITHIN


They say it was quick, her passing,
but he knows better, his young daughter
was never one to be rushed, toddled
in adolescence, dallied with mollycoddling. 

They say she didn’t suffer, died instantly,
but he knows better for her presence lingers 
between door and stair at each gloaming; 
despair has claimed the echo of a home.

They say it is a rare occurrence, 
But he kows better because she lived
her life that way, each moment serendipitous,
as though moths and clouds were extraordinary.

They say that her brain bled, an injury,
But he knows better, it was his world
that drained out instead and he searches
spotless floorboards for one trace of red.

They say life goes on, loss will lessen, 
but he knows better as he ages, terminally,
grief lurks like a ghost that only he sees.  








*Dedicated to the friend of a friend, whose daughter died suddenly due to a subarachnoid hemorrhage after a soccer game. There was no warning. She collapsed in her father's arms at the foot of their staircase. Somehow this painting reminded me of his sorrow, the unfathomable loss he bears. 


Details | Free verse | |

Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Too Much There

My mother was a life-long keeper of photo albums. 
She had several of them saved from her youth 
filled with black and white faded to yellowy-grey 
family photos of long-dead relatives 
posed around a new grave or 
an infant in a tiny coffin,   
in horse-drawn buggies on the way to church, 
my grandmother in the chicken yard.
The albums had faded brown covers, 
crumbling black paper pages, 
photos held in place with paste-on corners. 
As a child I spent many hours looking at them, 
asking who the faces were. Some she could recall; 
many were lost to her.

There was one photo, taken in 1957, 
according to the date printed on the edge of the photo, 
which seemed odd to me, a puzzle.
In it I was a child of twelve, 
dressed in what must have been 
a borrowed boy’s suit and tie. 
I stood next to my mother 
on the front porch of our little house in Dallas. 
The image was taken looking slightly upwards towards us
(the photographer was on the bottom step), 
perspective exaggerating our facial features. 

It occurred to me when I was older 
that there was a paradox in the photo: 
I was smiling and squinting into the sun;
my mother’s shoulders were stooped, 
her face twisted in something internal
that I couldn’t see.

Perhaps it was the growing awareness 
of my own mortality 
that led me not long ago to look again,
to decode the message: 
the photo was taken the day of my father’s funeral. 
My mother was compressed by the agony of my father’s death, 
a weight and loss almost impossible for her to bear. 
But what was happening with the child me? 
I suppose it could be called denial, 
but I had moved into the now-familiar space of not-knowing. 
Perhaps this blankness contributed 
to my taking so many years to understand. 
Whatever the cause, I wasn’t there; 
my mother was too much there.


Details | Quatrain | |

Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


Details | Free verse | |

The Son of Love's Union

The Son of Love’s Union Two hearts swelled to twice their size the day that you were born As we counted, very gently, ten fingers and ten toes then your daddy sweetly touched your little turned up nose Two hearts fell in love with our new squirming bundle of joy Wrinkled pink skin did not deter our feelings within As tiny hands grasping our fingers gave our world a spin Two hearts, joined in love, now have two children between As father, mother, sister and brother round out the score Only death could break the bond with these children we adore
By: Debra Squyres for the “Gerber Baby” members contest. Note: This poem was written from a photo of my husband and I after our son was born. I’m in the hospital bed holding him; his blanket is unwrapped so we can see all of him. I remember us counting his tiny fingers and toes and my husband being so choked up with love and pride, he reached down and simply touched his little nose. This was our first son, second child. Sadly, death did break the physical bond, but not the bond of love of Son for father. Deeply cherished photo.


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddy's Girl

Played out by 'My way' Presley not Sinatra, the funeral procession of my estranged father,

I can't say I was sad that my father had died, but the relief when let loose all those
fears I'd hide,

he did some stuff which I like think he felt shame, he played with my childhood like some
hand in a game,

simple as that, did it matter or not? that depended entirely on the amount in the pot!

So now I can tell you all I was too scared to say, how you made me fearful every minute of
each day,

belittled by every word that you spoke, damaged maybe, but not totally broke,

thrown on the streets as a child of five, no coping skills of how to survive, took in by
the police frightend and weak, terrified to answer, afraid to speak,

returned to my Father as a runaway brat, as soon as they left I came under attack,

my one only friend by whom I was honestly loved was taken from me by your hand in black
gloves,

Bonnie my dog was so golden and bright, why drown her in the bath under the darkness of night?

Not done with your evil you were so damn depraved, you then made me bury her in a shallow
grave,

whilst with friends your an angel well known, end of the evening  the devil came home,

and the beatings so violent likes a child should not know, and I'd pray every night that
you would just go,

why did you hate me? what was my crime, to be the object of hatred time after time,

well your gone now and buried and your not living in me, I cast you out - Daddy I'm free! 


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 | Verse | |

Neglect Creates Holes-Glosa Verse

Glosa Verse -Cats and the cradle, song by Harry Chapin 

A child arrived just the other day, 
He came to the world in the usual way. 
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay. 
He learned to walk while I was away. 
____________________________________ 
Neglect Creates Holes 

opening the newspaper 
much to my dismay 
I glanced over the story 
with the words child and slay 
a tear trickled into my coffee 
my sugar for today 
too busy to read anymore 
for my eyes grew sore 
the hospital only a moment away 
"A child arrived just the other day" 

born with a hole is his heart 
yet a huge grin upon his face 
knowing life was going to be a struggle 
he handled it with grace 
putting joy within his parents eyes 
though many nights they did pray 
for him to pull through 
that fate would be ever so kind 
to allow their son to live and play 
"He came to the world in the usual way" 

with a pricetag from many medical bills 
worthy of later hopes and dreams 
becoming a reflection of parental bliss 
their joy an ongoing theme 
just when he grew strong from so much love 
it slowly began to decay 
parents have a way of becoming far too busy 
they forget their responsibilty 
to nourish, educate, and even pray 
"But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay" 

surely a child should understand 
what it takes to survive 
for a family must work together 
so that they may all stay alive 
but the cost created a loss 
as his heart started to betray 
the joys instilled within his soul 
when loneliness ruptured the hole 
the tear faced father was heard to say 
"He learned to walk while I was away"....... 

(Glosa) 


Details | Lyric | |

Son Of A Gun

I was born half human half demon
Killer of love
I was born with a gun in my hand
The Son of a gun
Satan Worshiper
A Natural Born Killer

I walk down the hallway
Hiding my gun in my trench coat
Wearing my hat backwards
My combat boots
And my army pants
Sunglasses hiding my face

I wait for you in the Library
As i approach you
You run and hide
Under a table
Me taking my gun out of my trench coat
Holding it towards your face
You cry
Your freaking out

Your last tear hits the floor
I pull the trigger
You were the guy
That made fun of me
Calling me a freak
Tripping me in the hallway

Remember throwing bloody tampons
In my face?
Calling me gay?
Telling everyone about my personal pains?
Ive got you now
You cant hurt me anymore
But i can still hurt you

Dedicated to ~4-20-99~ "Columbine Massacre"
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold

"We can stop bullying, if we honestly tried"

"You could have prevented this school shooting, if you would have just listened to the kids who did it"






Details | Tanka | |

THE TAYLOR HOUSE STORY (tanka sextet)

There's always a house
Some weird    vacant residence
Kids stay away from
Especially on certain nights
Those nights when the Moon is bright

Climbing those porch steps
Would take more than just courage
No child would risk it
It's the Taylor House Story
A tale both true    and GORY!

The house I describe
Has three stories    a long porch
And    boarded windows
Except for one by the top gable
'Death's Door'   so goes the fable

No boards on this one
No glass either    just splinters
Three jagged sabres
It's said    a boy in his teens
Stuck in his head - GUILLOTINED!

Now!    On moonlit nights
Some still hear those awful thumps
The window comes down
THUMP!    His head hits the roof    THUMP!
Rolls on down    hits the ground    THUMP!

Well?    To climb those steps?
It would be insanity
No child would risk it
A vision so full of dread
That thumping    bouncing    DEAD    HEAD!


Details | Free verse | |

remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.


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Last Thoughts on Bob Dylan

When your engines burning and you call it quits
Say goodbye to the devil and all of his wit
When the breeze has you backwards holding your soul
And the December snow makes you leave your last goal
When the brisk air freezes your knees
And the door won’t open because you can’t find the keys
When your family grows numb under all the commotion 
And your head keeps spinning from too much emotion
When your sipping on gin and juice clutching the last bone bruise
And you’re under the tree searching for a noose
Hold the rope in your left hand
And break it with your teeth
Gnaw down on the sunset
While you’re looking for the sunrise
Lift up your head to the moon
And pray with closed eyes
Go on walking the road isn’t too long
Keep steady for you are not too far gone
When your nail polish chips
And the birds aren’t chirping
When your coffee is cold
But your ears are burning
When you can’t fall asleep and it’s two in the morning
Keep on dreaming
Even though you aren’t sleeping
Your mind is moving
And your hands are shaking
Your voice is quaking
And your toes are tapping
Keep your lips smacking
And your lungs inhaling
When you exhale words that aren’t meant to be heard
And your talk is wrongly taken
When you pull out the cake and it’s all undercooked
And you think to yourself what should I be making?
What should I be hearing?
What should I be seeing?
What should I be loving?
What should I be doing?
In this life I am living
And you say to them come keep me clean
Keep me focused
And keep me mean
Under all the dirt and grime
The stories under your fingernails
With the mountains you’ve climbed 
And the garden you grew
And the ocean you swam
And all the things that you knew
About fishing boats
Crossing moats
Turning rock into gold
And sinking until you float
Like George Harrison you said
Making it on his own
Living until your full grown
Never accepting or taking a loan
Because you can do this 
You said you’ll do this on your own
And there’s a ship sinking somewhere
You’re grabbing some drift wood
Staying afloat
Just because you know you should
You can take it two ways
Above or below
You can grab the door know
Or jump out the window
And you’ll see yourself in the door frame of a house
And he’ll be waiting in the kitchen
For your welcoming smile
Because this is your place
So pick up the pace and don’t lose face
They might see you with the utmost disgrace
So walk in slowly
One foot at a time
See the hallways as a maze
And find yourself in your own home
Grabbing your own keys
Dusting off your own knees
Holding onto your soul
Even in the cold breeze
You may be shaken
Or rattled
Or turned upside down
But you know that
You’ve got one foot in the door
Standing on solid ground. 


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The Adagio of Sacrifice

This fight is over. We lost, they won. They would kill us both without any remorse.
I am not afraid to die. I am weak. Yet you, so young and pure who doesn’t even know peace.
I cannot fight, nor resist. So now, go young one. And do not forget the land of your birth.
I cannot walk, nor run. I am done for so now, go young one and save yourself.
I cannot speak nor shout. I am too weak so now, go young one and gain the strength to fight.
You are young, and you are strong. I am dying so now, go young one and live for those who died.
They are here now to kill us both. So run little one and remember me for always till eternity.


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The Lost Child

The child lost
Wanders round
In the man of body
Without a growing understanding
Except the hand on gun
Loaded up with silent frustrations
Until the empty’s numb


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The Suicide

Manifestation
Like maple grass shoots
Like attack cobwebs
Like forlorn lovers
Like someone should be addressing the morbid
The end
The can't
The shouldn't
These things manifest in my hands
Like well fed baby dolls
Like those who can't get by
Like burgundy tears
Like purple lashes
That will all melt away soon too
Under moss engraved cobble stones
Like ear wigs in fresh bark
Like hard candy 
Like a digested apple skin
Like goodbye mama
Goodbye papa
Goodbye sister
Eternity to me is pomegranate juice
In the bathtub 
Like decapitated deer
Like road kill
Like the smell of burnt toast
Like frozen peas on a bone bruise
Manifesting into a heart
The heart 
Of her 
The girl saying goodbye mama
Goodbye papa 
Goodbye sister
Her kisses take the breeze
Like a leaf blower blowing leaves
Like smoke from a cigar
Like tea kettle steam
Like a house in fire
Eternity is a bath tub
A finger prick
One dead end click
Of a cell phone
A corse rope
A belt 
A necklace too tight
An anklet that doesn't fit right
A girl blowing kisses in the air saying
Goodbye mama 
Goodbye papa
Goodbye sister


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Thank You For Your Son

It came as a surprise when she found
she was with child, carrying with in her
was the boy child who would save us all.

Wonder what she thought back then when
she found out that she was going to give
birth to the boy child who would be the
Savior of the world and then be taken
away on a wooden cross on a hill side?

Never once did she complain but embraced
the life growing inside her all the time knowing
that the day would come when she would be
taught all about her son who came to us on Christmas.

Was he a good baby I wonder some times?
Did he ever have his days and nights mixed up?
Was he ever fussy and cranky as normal kids?
When he was older did he play marbles, or at
least games with the other kids his age, did he
know he was different the night he came to us?

When he grew to teen age hood I am sure he had
a sense of understanding of what his purpose was,
and why he had been given to this woman and man.

Was he ever discouraged, having second thoughts on
things, laying awake worrying where would the next
days food come from? Of course I am sure there
were many days he lost faith, felt let down by his
Father above asking the questions Why?

Thank you Mary and Joseph for sharing your beloved
baby boy with us because with out him we would be 
nothing. Thank you God for loving us enough to give
us your only son. I am sure it was painful to watch him
DIE on that cross but I am so glad he did.


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My Mask

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

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

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

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

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

I am so broken
But I continue on with life

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

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


What heals a broken heart?
Time they say

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

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


As I’m falling apart

My mask then goes on



RIP Bebo... 17 was to young


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Numb

If only u saw what I could see
Then you could understand how ugly I really am
You would get why im not so beautiful

Once upon a time
I was alive
Breathing and feeling

Emit a nopu echo
Evila saw I
Gnileef dna. gnihtaerb

I saw the beast
Love didn't exist anymore
I believe that a girl can be a god
And a man can be the devil

Tsaeb eht. was I
eromyna tsixe tndid evol.
Dog a en nac lrig a taht. Eveileb.
Lived. Eht. Eb nac Nam a dna.

Words can be so expensive
They sometimes cost you your own life
Thoughts can make a fortune
If you just knew how to express them

Evisnepxe os eb nac sdrow 
Efil nwo ruoy uoy tsoc semitemos. Yeht
Enutrof. A ekam nac sthgouht
Meth sserpxe ot woh wenk tsuj uoy fi

There are clues in here do you think you can figure them out? 
There in the backwards sentances. Have fun and comment











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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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The Streetlight

You were a child,
without the hindrance
of responsibility
or doubt of what tomorrow
would bring.
A beast on the kickball
field, and yet a whining
baby when the streetlights
went off. Always fighting
sleep like it was the
neighborhood bully. 
You were a clown,
dressed like your 
daddy. Trying to
make your mother 
laugh like he did.
You got better at 
it every day.
You were a gift,
at least that’s what
your mother said.
And now she sits 
outside, on the porch
looking out toward the
streetlight. Waiting for
it to go dark, knowing
you won’t be coming 
home.
But,
You’re already there,
shining down from
a streetlight in the 
sky. Waiting for when
it’s her turn to come 
home.
-James Kelley, All rights reserved.


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Garden of Angels

A smile was what I got from you,
when you looked at me.
I cared for you each and every day,
and your bright eyes set me free.
Your laughter filled my entire house, 
and filled my heart with song;
then one morning, without warning, 
your tiny life was gone.

You'd become another angel,
in the choir of heavenly care,
and I am sure you played all day,
with your family way up there.
I missed you down on Earth,
but I hope one day to be,
a part of the Garden of Angels,
and in your company.


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Peace be with you little ones

Peace be with you little ones,
As you make your journey home,
So early in the day it seems,
To come upon your lives’ sweet gloam.

Peace be with you little ones,
Your smiles brightened up the earth,
And though we might no longer see,
They still in heaven spread their mirth.

Peace be with you little ones,
And those who would your guardians be,
There should be no cost put on lives,
So easily lost in tragedy.

Peace be with you little ones,
As you make your journey home,
So early in the day it seems,
To come upon your lives’ sweet gloam.

For the children and adults who lost their lives in Newtown Connecticut


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Beyond Suffering

Breath deeply my child, 
eyes closed my child, you'll soon be
beyond suffering.


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Escape

Don't judge me until you've walked a mile in my shoes
Because these things don't just happen on the news
Going hungry and getting hit
Soul wearing down bit by bit
Angry hands raining down
I take it all without a sound
He beats me senseless
Doesn't even care that I'm defenseless
He lets men have me for a price
Tells me to smile and act nice
Be a dutiful daughter
Never let your emotions falter
I finally escape
Try not to think about the rape
I search all around
But God's nowhere to be found
I look forward to death
The moment I draw my final breath
I don't care about everlasting peace
I just want that final release


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The Whispers Get Louder

Waking up from my sleep. I step outside to check the
mail. I get a postcard of a missing child...the trend 
seems to never fail.

Julie was abducted at a park. It's been a long 18 years
now. She's presumed dead, because of the fact that she
was never found.

I turn on the the TV, clicking the channels and now I'm
appalled. "Breaking news- child abducted at a busy 
shopping mall!"

They found a missing child dead, "Gone too soon," is
Michael's song. You were here just yesterday, but sadly
today, you're all but gone.

To Timothy, Henry, Toby, Jermaine, Jennifer, Emily and
Shelbe. I hope you are still with us today, I will always
pray for thee.

To those we lost like Samantha, Peter, Amber, Caylee, and
Chris. So precious you all were to us and you are sadly
missed.

I shed a tear for each of you as if you were my own. How
can people hurt little kids? Tell me what the hell is going 
on!!!

I stare at a playground where once a little girl played on
a swing. Someone took, raped and killed this child...please
stop this crazy thing!

In anger I speak to kidnappers, the Master said this, so I'll
repeat. "It would be better for you to have a stone around
your neck and thrown into the sea."

Whispers I am hearing as if they were from a little child. It's
her blood calling for revenge...it's starting to make sense to
me now.

Hear the whispers from their graves as we near the final hour.
The Avenger of their blood hears them and the whispers are getting 
louder.


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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Fire Engine Blues

The Child I once was and knew so well
Has faded into a harden shell 

I won and lost a battle here and there
But, yet the war it rages everywhere

My wisdom do earn and over rate it 
And yet, still others will debate it

Faithful trust, just turned into dust 
Life was de-veined, derailed, just a bust

I must, I must, I must
Postponed and deflated 

Under rated Twas some others fate 
I entered into life; a little less, then late

Who dare such a thing? 
Whom could bare such; without wings? 

Debased I can not sing
Gone Is my wedding ring

With Burning Passions 
Set a blaze; my eternals rage 

Bones and flesh are melted, as the Ice 
I take one more hit, a final slice

Fathers and mothers race
A child left with out a face

Flames grown and have over whelmed
Limbs deformed and burned I squirm

I did not ever learn
I was Burned

Sirens sound fires burn 
The loneliest of hues  

While I listen to 
The Fire Engine Blues

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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Child

Before I even watched your birth,
I had already failed you first.

Collecting bones in closets damned.
To proxies labor done withstand.

Mistakes go down with Jacks and cokes.
A childhood ends in perished hopes.

The years apart we will to stand.
Regret to always catch the man.

My sorrow carving name in stone,
A Father never dies alone.


------------------------------------------------
Rob Carmack
Couplet : Iambic Tetrameter
10.26.14


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Kiss of Death

Kiss of Death

Can you see my pain now can you see why I'm so depressed do you understand how or what I'm feeling no because you have never asked cause you don't care oh it sucks being the youngest no what about the middle child or the misfit or the child everyone picks on what about them suicide is an option for them because they cannot win the game of life and neither can I I cant fight no longer I won't try I give up with everything in me I'm not worth it I'm the middle child the misfit the one everyone picks on I'd get treated better if I wasn't me if I was my sister or brother I'd get it all and they think they have it bad one day in my shoes would they understand the guilt I hold or the withdraw of being human I'm a monster I only dream of death I will love you with the kiss of death a place where I take you so you can feel my pain too nothing will help nothing will pass by me only in me I have no feelings no soul and no reason to live I'll kiss you with my sorrow and I'll be happy around you so you have to guess who I really am I'm not happy and I'm not warm I'm cold my heart is frozen not rhyming with time my brain no longer breathing no longer sending pulses to my organs the blood rushes from my vain out into the open unto the blue carpet I can only wish of death for the Satan inside to take me away to the lake of fire where I burn forever and eternity but will it solve my problems yes will it make you understand when I'm gone that I'm all you have left from this disaster no bands caused my deaths only the game of life did 


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Dead Babies

Dead Babies

 I just swallow the pain down and paint on a smile
 I go on to getting on, and pretend to be normal for a while.
 it never works for long but, at least they can't see.
 just exactly what not knowing you has done to me
 maybe it would be different had I brought you home,
 or maybe they'd understand if you had met them, or had a 
headstone.
 but the truth is, this sadness.... well it solely belongs to me
 No one in the world mourns lost babies they didn't see.
 I didn't see you either, but I felt you move inside.
 I did see your image on the screen, as the doctor said you'd 
died
 the heartbeats they listened for, they never played out loud,
 all I have to show of you is a pic of a shadow, of that I am 
proud.
 I broke down today, I cursed and hurt someone I love dear
 they couldn't drop the subject and didn't understand how bad 
I wish you were here.
 I do not like this person that I have become nor, this bitterness 
that I have turned into,
 But, I keep swallowing my grief, because I can not bare to 
think or speak of you.
 some mommy I am huh? I can't even hear your name without 
losing my damn mind.
 I am so sorry to all four of my dead babies, but peace with this 
I can not find


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HERE IT IS

I heard the unborn child stretching out
In the deep street-shades of Paris
Calling a single mother.


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A Street in Ghaza

 Lying in the rubble, 
Watching only trouble, 
Yelling and crying; 
Is a young injured child, 
Having no relation living. 


He is afraid to see the planes 
Coming, firing and bombing, 
Making people lonely, 
Giving trouble only. 
Making children orphans. 
As for them, it is a fun. 


The young child is now alone. 
In another street, is the same scene 
Where some other child is alone. 
Whose everything is gone. 
All their innocence will be gone. 


Is it right to kill the innocence and the innocent. 
The child is wondering . 
So, am I. 
AND WHAT ABOUT YOU???? 


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Baby Angel

Sweet lil baby
Gone too soon
Sweet lil Angel 
Heaven make room

Blessed were those who knew you
lovingly honored to hold you

Sweet  lil smile, that spread across your face
that filled the hearts of many, all over the place

Only here a short while not much time to grow and play
all your tender moments robbed, yes taken away

So rest well, our lil friend
cling tight to Jesus hand
for now you are safe with Him
so no one can hurt you again

Rest In Heaven Jaeyden Minley


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Small Seed

One and only, great sweet dream
Lullaby, my sun beam
Moonlight’s music, sky’s first kiss
Stars and magic, my one bliss
You’re just a little seed; you’ll grow into your skin
And be filled with love from both hearts within
You’re just a tiny seed deep within the soil
I only hope that you didn’t spoil
I dreamt that you grew as tall as a tree
I dreamt that you were always there with me
But dreams don’t always become true
And I have never got to be with you
You’re just a seed; you’ll grow up very strong
I only wish that I wasn’t wrong
You’re just a small lovely seed 
In four months you started to bleed
My one and only, hold me very tight
I only wish that everything was right
Lovely infant, dear young dream
Golden daylight, my sun beam
You are the reason that I will always cry
Why did you ever have to say goodbye?




Dying more than ever before
Every time I miss you more
A first child that wasn’t born
Dead, now all I do I mourn

Baby only four months old
A treasure I never got to hold
Big hole in my heart tonight
Yelling “Why didn’t you hold me tight?”


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Ghost of Bayou Cannot

Some folks believe it. Others do not. The legend told in the Bayou Cannot. The only witness who can swear that it's true, are the creatures who live in the bayou. The owl told the gator, the gator told the frog, about the horror filled night that changed their home in the bog. Far off on the mainland, miles from the marsh, in a large city, where living is harsh. A man's world invention sprang into life. A breath of fresh air to man's world of strife. A new deisel engine, queen of the line, would make it run for the very first time. The sunset limited it was aptly named. Gleamed in the station waiting its moment of fame. Boarded by folks going south, some headed out west, none mindful of anything, but each's own quest. New York to L.A. via the southern run. So it was, the trip had begun. Back in the bog, things were happening too. A barge made its way north with its captain and crew. The day had been hot. The night had turned cool. The fog roiled in, with its blanket of dew. The captain steered his tug, painfully slow, caution was key to safely deliver the tow. All of a sudden there was a scrape and a jolt the barge floated free, not held by a bolt. Panic seized the crew! "We've lost the tow!" "MAYDAY!" screamed the captain over the radio. Amid the chaos and moans of disdain, another great jar, "We've got it again!". Back on land not far down the track the Limited sped with a clickety-clack. Approaching the tressel no one noticed the shake. Who could blame the poor folks; the hour was late. Midway over the bayou came the tressels demise. A great shiver another great quake, tons of speeding steel, folks met their sad fate. Days went by weary and sad. Rescuers agreed none worked a wreck this bad. Twisted and bent the engine was pulled from the muck and the slime. "102" came the final count, the coroner spoke and noted the time. A weary voice shouted "Wait!" "Sir, I disagree!" Tired eyes turned, what did they see? A weary man held in his arms a child about three. Today believers say "an angel wanders." "A tiny spirit" Others agree. On foggy nights when no moon can be. A tiny light flickers so you will see. "It's a firefly!" Say the skeptics of haunt. The creatures disagree and murmur their taunt. They know the spirit of the child now lives in their swamp.

Written by my grandmother Sandra Burch


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Black Oil and Green Money

how could there ever be justification for murder in war...
rational function of hatred, so unsacred
my patience exist no more...
a theory that contradicts the so called sanctity of life. 
explosions from soldiers as they mascarade through the night. 
left without a trace, no name on an absent face..simply collateral, a victim to the 
concept of an aryan race. 
extremist zealots leaving religion disgraced.
Dispite a thousand miles traveled we are still moving in place.
a motionless pace...
the notion replaced by emotionless hate...the focus is so irrate...
still we're choosing political fakes, 
hacks that choose corporations over the citizens taste. 
it is such a disgrace...we just sit back with a conformist smirk on our face? 
which only serves to disguise the lies, which allows us to close our eyes.. make 
donations which serves to expose our pride...
sunday morning repentants, moans, cries....my child you are forgiven, cleansed 
and baptized. 
and rest in slumber. 
forget the land with the restless summer, forget the others... we aint got ish 
invested in them numbers.
if you a child of the sun, much respect cause you are my brother
120,000 dead...god bless their mothers
yet, still i salute, young minds victimized as troops, 
he internalize american pride as truth. pride that serves to hide the hell that he 
once went through...
no job no dignity, just an option or two, hit the block slang drugs, or a political 
prostitute.
the ladder provides benefits so its so hard to resist...he sold his soul for the 
bargain...for he understood that the block was no place for his child to 
exist..........................
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promised land filled with milk and honey, borders explode for black oil and green 
money


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A RETURN TO SADNESS

While searching for unique places, where I could watch the rising dawn
with stupefied eyes always eager to search and discover,
I came across a rare and never seen childhood picture;
can anyone imagine the wondrous joy of the first exploding emotion?

That picture was taken in a town where history left its trace,  
and by rediscovering it, it infused gladness
enabling memory to make a return to sadness...
when I stared at that boyish, timid face with a sun-lit face.


The huge square with a neoclassic water fountain was cramped with vendors...
it flashed vivid images of thrifty visitors, neighbors, family and friends;
I recall mom carrying her heavy shopping bag asking for my help,
and peaking to see what was inside, I accidentally dropped my gray cap.


Many decades have passed and much has changed ever since;
wasn't my town ravaged by World War II? Didn't horrifying screams rise 
while above hovering Allied airplanes dropped their powerful bombs 
to target the German soldiers who had invaded Baiano by the thousands?


A picture such as mine is a testimony of a bygone era some would like to forget,
and seeing buildings reduced to rubble was heartbreaking; no, some were never rebuilt
to witness the atrocities of war experienced by the doomed citizens of Italy;
and wasn't Mussolini Hitler's puppet of vain ego who caused his country much misery?


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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


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Bullets

Walking into the graveyard
Sitting on the bench
Lights a cigarette
Looks at the gun 
He has been hiding
In his jacket
Thinking to himself
He calls his girlfriend
And tells her everything
She doesnt do anything to stop him
He continues walking around in the graveyard
Remember his mom
How she wasnt there for him
How everything was his fault
She loved her students more than him
He gets upset
Daylight reaches the cemetary
He walks to his home
Walking inside
Seeing his mom
Starring at her face
He shoots her
He walks down to the school
Telling them his kids were there
He was there to check on them
They let him inside
20 little children in a classroom
He took his gun
And shot them
Then leaving the room and shooting 
7 faculty members
Everything is silent
The other classrooms are locked
He stands in the middle of the hallway
Falling to his knees
Crying
Figuring out what he just done
He comtenplates
If he should shoot himself or not
With one pull of the trigger
He kills himself
The media eats this story up
Publicly veiwing everything
Telling people
They talk about it for days
the type of attention he needed
See the problem now?
you can thank the media

20 little angels now rest with god for christmas
7 adults stand by there sides
God rewarding each of them for there good deeds
The shooter reunitues with his own demons 

I am very sorry to the families who had lost these children
My peom is very blunt
And in my own words


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WE'LL BE WITH YOU

You were our happy dreams
The sparkle in our eyes;
You were our destiny
That sadly passed by.

Nothing is set in stone
No one can deny;
Life's unexpected turns
That make us cry.

The Lord gives and takes
We often question why;
He makes no mistakes
Even when we die...

We know that forever is true,
And there we'll be with you!

It's going to take some time
Only God knows how long;
For Him to mend our hearts
Make us strong.

It's hard to say goodbye
From so far away;
Still yearn to know you more
We will one day.

The Lord gives and takes
We often question why;
He makes no mistakes
Even when we die...

We know that forever is true,
And there we'll be with you!

*A poem about a referral that did not survive to be adopted
Lament Poem


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December the 8th

I used to have an eerie feeling
Of a certain date

Never knowing
Why I felt that way

I had even said
There was something
About it
But I could never
Wrap my head around it.

Such a curious thing to wonder
Why a date in your head
Would be stuck on
For you to ponder

But I realized
I'd come to hate 
That date
Later in my life
When you met your fate
You were taken from me
On December
The 8th
Is it a coincidence
Or a prediction
Of fate?

Oh how...
How much I hate
The date
Of December... 
December
The 8th.


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The Dark Angel

He came to me then and he comes to me now
who you may ask? He has many names, many faces
I called him my guardian angel
I loved him but he was not a man
He took my sorrow away and brought me joy
fake joy. 
He is more beautiful than 
Diamonds and gems, than gold and silver
Every man knows him some even love him
But most fear him, he was Gods angel in heaven
Above, but he chose hate over love, he is
Satin the Devil, Lucifer, 
He was my lover, my life and my joy
I gave birth to his unholy child I 
Killed my child my only child so
He could not have her in any way
He never loved me, he only used me
Now when he comes to me I turn him away
But I fear that one day he will finally have my child


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Gut Wrenching

Five years ago he joyously visited the maternity ward;
now it is the oncology floor.
Kindergarten will not be in the cards this year -
just lots of tears.

She has the same bald head she bore
when he coached his wife through
the Lamaze breathing they both had trained for;
the ponytails she beautifully wore in between
her hospital stays are long forgotten.

Cancer made her a motherless child two years ago;
now it promises to re-unite mother and daughter.
He tries to keep up a brave front –
but fails miserably.

It is hard to believe in the Saints for which hospitals are named
when these are the same buildings in which loved ones
are taken from us far too soon.

Unfortunately, he recognizes many of the nurses who cared for his wife.

“Hello, Daddy”, she smiles weakly as he enters her room;
“I am going to see Mommy soon, aren’t I”, she asks.
The lump in his throat prevents an answer.
“It’s okay, Daddy”, the sick child reassures her grieving father.
He cannot hold back the tears he promised not to show her.
“Now, instead of us missing Mommy, Mommy and I will be missing you.
And you can pray to both of us before going to bed, 
like we do now to Mommy.”

“Tell her I still love her,” he manages to say through his tears.
“She knows, Daddy.”
“And …”
“I know, Daddy.”

She closes her eyes.

He has to walk past the Maternity Ward 
on his way out of the hospital to the funeral parlor.


Written and posted on August 25, 2011 by Knot Telling


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Healing words

His voice breaks, Of Course I'm hurting -
Our Baby died, and I have to sit by
Watching you curled over in pain
And there is nothing I can do
No matter how much you try to say your okay.
Of course I think about it -
What would he have looked like,
Would he have grown up to be athletic,
Would he have your heart and your eyes,
But when I think about it it kills me inside.
He pulls me close and holds me against his chest,
Do not blame yourself, no one could have helped it,
We'll try again someday, when we're more prepared,
I love you, I love you so damn much. 
And the pain eases, just a little, but it eases. 


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The father's skill

The father's skill on how to meet his end,
that's what for sure his children will descend.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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Without Him Here

Sitting at my window, watching the clouds pass by,
I smile on the outside...while my insides only cry
Walking down the street, my head hangs in despair 
Wandering...Seeking...For a soul to care
 
There is a demon I have, I face it everyday,
A monster, Killing my spirit, as my soul withers away
Then suddenly...as I am ready to cave,
I face on that day, my little boys grave
 
Saddened and lost without him here,
That day is remembered...I held him so near
As the tears fall, and my insides turn,
My heart is needing relief from this burn
I sit talking to him, fighting despair,
Wishing so badly, he could only be here
 
Then I kneel down to kiss his grave,
This inner peace for so long I have craved
It came in an instant, a moment we share
With the warmth of his spirit I feel everywhere!


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Sweet Demise

Father, I mourn not for the child you despise,
Your drunkenness or hurtful lies.
I mourn the father I wish I knew,
 
I envy the child with caring father,
When loving your kid was never a bother.
That tender side was just never you.
 
Father I mourn not for the abuse, 
Using a traumatic childhood, your excuse.
Your absence a blessing in disguise,

 I envy the loving father I never had,
The man I'd be proud to call dad.
Your death was a sweet demise.


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3 Haiku for Jamey

1. 
alone, the boy cries
he is no longer loved
because he is gay

2. 
the hall is unsafe
punished in the name of god
he hides how he feels

3.
we hear on the news
of a suicide
who was there for him?


Details | Quatrain | |

The Lost Child

She had ten little fingers
and ten small rosy toes
she wore a gorgeous smile
and a little button nose
she laughed the sweetest laugh
and her skin was soft and fair
around her face, dark ringlets
she got my curly hair
she had her daddy's eyes
a vibrant greenish-blue
she was my little girl
that never made it through

By Morgan Mise
Written November 3, 2012


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Her Shining Soul Rests

Her Shining Soul Rests


Hot tear drops splatter upon her sad floor
 washing the way as her prayers implore
 tender mercies to answer desperate pleas
 a mother begs in despair on bended knees

Broken heart invades cries of needed healing
 when sick child yells out in painful feeling
 mother asks for God's sweet merciful grace
 hot tear drops splatter down from her face

Daughter looks up with tear stained eyes 
 asks mother , O' please tell me the whys
 God allows this bad disease to hurt me so
 when I die dear mother, where shall I go

A tender wipe of sweat from her long tresses
 mother groaned as she so very sadly confesses
 only God knows the answer to such mysteries
 man has begged answers through all histories

A prayer given in faith sent in tragic times
 reprieve begged for past unforgiven crimes
 a note sent for miracles from our God above
 a mother's tears marked the request with love

Hot tears splattered upon her bedroom floor
 sun rose , her sweet child smiled no more
 God's answer had graced her child that night
 shining soul rests in Heaven, in heavenly delight 

Robert J. Lindley, 07-30-2014

Written from story told of my mother's baby sister's 
death at age five in 1933.. My mother said her sister 
Mary lay there that sad morn with a very beautiful 
smile on her face!
My grandmother cried so hard that she passed out


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Little Girl's Flight To Heaven

She clutches her tedddy as she started to cry,
as she asks her mommy and daddy why must I die.
They try to stay strong and hold their heads up high,
as they tell her Gods missing an angel who fell from the sky.
She asks them what are these machines I'm hooked up to,
she's still yet just a baby, she has no clue.
She said I don't want to be sick my tummy hurts so bad,
I wish it would stop she says to her dad.
He tells her God has plans for you, you are his special one,
he chose you to live with his only begotten son.
She asks her mommy and daddy will I grow hair,
they reply you will be beautiful all will stop and stare.
She asks will my tummy quit hurting will you be sad,
they tell her we will always have been proud to be your mom and dad.
The nurse came in and gave her another shot,
as her fragile little body grew tired and hot.
Such a tiny body so weak and scared,
when you are the parents of a sick child you never are prepared.
She told them I can see an angels they came to take me home,
as they scooped her up to Heaven with Jesus she will forever roam.
They visit her grave and talk to her each day,
as their little girl whispers it will be okay.
She said I love you mommy and daddy it's pretty over here,
as they close their eyes and shed a sad tear.
Their little girl was precious and will always be dear to their heart,
that not even death could ever break their bond apart.


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Deceased

Middle of the night
All that is heard
Is yelling & screaming
A voice says,
"...No!...
...Why?!...
...Stop!...
...Don't do that!..."
Then nothing
Walk into the room
Nothing to see
Pitch black
One click of the light switch
All is revealed
Empty liquor bottles
Broken glass
Pills
Knife on the floor
Blood splattered all over the walls
With writing on it that reads,
"See what you made me do?"
Look on the floor
A dead body holding a gun
Look on the ceiling
A dead body hanging
What a nightmare
But a wish come true
Both parents
Dead


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Gone Missing

In  the still of the night
When the coldness bite
The northwinds the trees did rustle
As the fires flicker
With the harmonies of the nights bustle
There lies awake
Some instinctive mistake
The laws of the wild
Should bear  in mind

As we listen to our elder
Our healer, sorcerer and befriender
He who speaks the word of wisdom
The history of many generations
All clarity in his explanations

There is a surprise and shock to be
For those who do not hear, or fail to see
We must use our senses
As a standard for our defense

With careless deeds and hasty wishes
Casting whims to tasteless dishes
With carefree vigour and youthful pride
Venture in the unknown
Not noting the story you listen
Rebuking wisdom with a frown
In the abruptness of a storm
You are missing!


The uncertainties of the wild
The only possession you own
Gone,gone, gone, never to return.


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A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



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My Daughter

My daughter was six when she drowned
In a lake of cold, dark water
Whoever said, "Time heals all wounds"
Never lost a son or daughter

She had long brown hair
And big blue eyes
A parent mourns forever
When their child dies

Forty three years have passed
Since that awful day
I so miss what might have been
Maybe a grandchild along the way

I hoped someday 
My heart would heal
But even after all these years
The pain is still so real.


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Simply love

I sit, staring out my window. This wonderous world surrounding me, the snow that falls and the stars that sparkle. I look around wondering if I've fallen into a dream. Each individual flake, an own personality. I stand slowly to stretch and realize I am cold. How many times have a stared out at the world? Felt no ones warm touch upon my cheek? I smile, saddened but spirits and head held high. My time will come, the end will start. This wonderous world surrounding me. Slowly turning in circles staring up at the flakes that want to consume me. I laugh, for I have never felt this free. Ten soldiers walk past me, carrying rifles. I stop to look, my blood running cold. A little child having stolen a loaf of bread quivering where he stands. Our world filled with hatred and war. There is an ugly red stain in where he stood. It seeps to the earth slowly, bringing forth life. An innocent little child having not been gifted, only taking which was not granted. Which was needed. A tear slips from my eyes, and freezes upon my cheek. I am turned and sheltered my face hidden within his chest. My own soldier protecting me from unfair and unjust acts within the world. He had not been gifted, nor granted such a simple thing as someone's warm touch. This wonderous world surrounding me. Harshed words upon the wind. My soldier stares at the stain, I can feel his pain in the harsh grip of his hands around my figure. The ridged stance of wanting to protect and to feel for himself. This world isnt meant for such destruction. I stand apart slightly from my soldier, and simply take his hand. I will grant him the touch of warmth when the wind steals that from us. If only the world saw our need for simplicity. A world filled with love, instead of hate.


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Reunion

Eyes grow weary, have they learned to see
During years of absence, you from me
Your story's at end, your chosen plot
Time draws near, but you may know not

Shall I see my mother, perhaps my dad
Ever watchful, my being glowing so glad
It is time, I wait with mounting joy
For them once again to be girl or boy

That which was separate, will now be one
Your chosen tasks are nearly done
At the entrance, there I stand
Reunion time is close at hand

From the palm of His hand I've watched you grow
Seeds of goodness, We watched you sow
Come be with me and share His land
I await the touch of your sweet hand

I fault you not, as you can see
I love you so, come be with me
So hasten forth, with lifted heart
No longer more shall we be apart

These words I write, so dear to me
Express my desire that you'll be free
If the gate be locked, search for the key
But look not far, in your heart it will be.


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Blood Calls

So many gifts and so much pain
sometimes it seems we've naught to gain
for born within this maze of genes
comes great insight but also burdens

The gift of sensitivity
this rare potential for connectivity
with a genetic map, each child born
must reach out far beyond their skin to transform.

Reach out within creation rampant,
detached from bloods vehement drumming descant
each child must puzzle through the skin of man
interweaving their genetics unplanned?

Since, life and death must ebb and flow
the weak child must pass, the strong must grow, and so..
unprotected sympathy declines
some seek strong drugs while others seek their wine.

It hurts, oh how it hurts to see
to feel, to know, to hush, to be an amputee
but sensitive souls can seldom bare 
raw, bloody life on earth without a care.

And so, they come and go lost souls,
if not aided by a higher hand's control.
We all lose, we lose their divine gift
their plight is ours and death comes swift.


 
 
*Dedicated to Craig Cornish 
and all the sensitive souls who find life
too much and must dull its blows.







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Miscarriage

 Sometimes I feel so alone,
In this love yet on my own,
The feeling of a waking dream,
A lonely shadow of what I’ve been.

I see their faces every day,
From when I wake till when I lay,
The fire burning their flesh to dust,
There body’s burning for my lust.

How shamed to be a childless mum,
My only dream has come undone,
What to do but sit and rot,
And pray for a child in my cot.

But it seems this God is cruel,
To let this pain and misery rule,
It shatters my heart to see his face,
So disappointed at my disgrace.


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My Jeddah

My Jeddah 

I’ve had so many breeds of dog
Since the days of long ago
For as a child, I was denied
That lovely inner glow
That ‘s seen between a child and dog
That adds to his joy of life
When dog just sits there by his feet
Reducing childhood strife.

So when I grew into to a man
With dogs, I’d always live
They were part of my family
They had so much to give
They loved me unconditionally
And had such loyalty
And oh what joy these creatures gave
They always seemed to love me

But I wasn’t all that very kind
When I was a younger stud
After a tour of a war country
I’d treat my dogs like mud
But always they would love me so
No matter what I done
But If I picked a favourite dog
My Jeddah was the one

She was a cross bred German Shepherd
She lived her thirteen years
She walked with me, protected me
And it was very clear
That she would do just anything
To see I was alright
She’d follow me just everywhere
Our friendship was so tight.

Then one day Jeddah had to go
To that Doggie heaven place
The vet man gave her a small injection
As I looked into her face
She seemed to bid goodbye to me
With a look there in her eyes
Which seemed to say [I understand]
And that look seemed soo, soo wise.

That day I knew me one true thing
That dogs they have souls too
The way that old dog looked at me
I knew, I really knew
And now I treat my dogs like gold
And give them so much love
Until I say goodbye to them
When their souls return above.

7 July 2013 @ 0650hrs.











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What once was

Inside, so warm and loved cherished from day one joy filled the heart and spilled over a cup overflowed Every moment was happiness all new experiences all new delights even new pains every bit was a level of adoration But everything could go wrong and that it did once where there was love and excitement was now pain and fear crimson was the color and loss was it's game There was no stopping it and no sign of warning it came rapidly quick as a thought and more terrifying than a monster with eyes glowing red skin of darkness razors for teeth smiling at it's prey Tears fall with them making a river of suffering so close to death but not dying a tiny soul was taken away from inside to never exist again Now this vessel is barren as a tundra with no warmth no rejoice only agony and longing Memories never to be made emotions never to be felt only the bitter taste of what once was my little angel


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For Chris

As all things pass, you must
   Beyond, no earthly future lies
No limits be secured

Chosen by the hand of God
   You pass before our eyes

With arms outstretched, we reach
   To hold you back

In looking back we see ahead
   An emptiness surrounds

How fragile now we feel
   The clutch of sorrow's bounds

With time strength will return
   And clearly then we'll see

The message of this mournful day

For we, too, shall pass dear Son
   And with you, then, we'll be 


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Because I Was Bullied

Because I was smart,
I was bullied,
Because I was bullied,
I was hurt,
Because I was hurt,
I grew weak,
Because I grew weak,
I couldn’t speak,
Because I couldn’t speak,
I was alone,
Because I was alone,
I couldn’t take it,
Because I couldn’t take it,
I was crazy,
Because I was crazy,
I grew suicidal,
Because I grew suicidal,
I grew homicidal,
Because I grew homicidal,
I begin to kill,
Because nobody cares about my hurt or how I feel,
They thought it was a joke but now it’s real.


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My Little Boy Lost

My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy, 
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go, 
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?

This evening begins as I lay to rest my head, 
There are some things I'm unsure of, 
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done? 
Where are you, where are you my precious son?

Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near 
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.

Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?

That cold my face last night laid upon, 
Was a marker, with your name, 
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done, 
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.

You were here, I know you were here 
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.

That tug, that pull that led your mommy here, 
It was your spirit, it was your soul, 
It was your heart my little dear.

Here you were, here you were, 
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son, 
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.

I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry, 
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy. 
He's your brother, my son, 
He's pulling, he's tugging, 
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go, 
To find my baby, my son.

Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way, 
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.

So here you are, here you are, 
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind, 
And this little brother of yours, my dear.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost, 
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you, 
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you, 
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.

Without him, 
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy, 
Be able to hold you so near?

We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one. 
He's right here, a part of you, 
Never again to be gone.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You 
For guiding me!


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The Flowers By The Pond

It started in the meadow
the sun shawn bright and true
a girl was picking flowers
while a little robin flew
near her was a pond
not very big in size
with thick algea on it's surface
acting as it's disguise 
the little girl saw a big daisy
on the other side of the pond
but she didn't see that it wasn't grass
that she was walking upon
she gave a cry as she sunk 
to the ponds depths below
but no one heard her cries for help
her friends had left long ago
she held here breath as long as she could
black spots dancing before her eyes
her last thought here on this earth
"so this is how it feels to die"


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Susana's Melody

Susana played a flaunting tune,

That lingered near the haunting moon,

The song was tragic, sad ,and sour,

Which filled her with the darkest power,

And when her song was over and done,

She knew she had the best of fun,

For when her mother scurried in,

There was a floating violin.


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A Cemetery's condo

Every morning, an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my window taunting 
and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss.  The worst case is not this thing called death 
but the abuse of love that my parents fill into my bruised soul, a child I am no more but I 
can still remember the time I cried as one and cried and cried until the face of a frustrated 
mother came to ease my pain, and her own unease mind.  Disorder clouded my mind but as 
a child I did not fully understand what these emotions where, for is a mother not there to 
ease her Childs pains, and is a mother not there also to ease her children’s emotional pains.  
I can vouch that my physical pain was eased but spiritually my emotions ran wild like a pack 
of wolfs searching for the hunter who wielded with him the ax grief.  I respect my parents 
like any child should, and I disobey them like any child shouldn’t, but what I feel towards 
them is different than disobedient and anger. It feels as if loath itself is creeping up into my 
heart then into my head like the words of a woman who clouds all sense of reasoning.  I 
laugh but I cannot truly feel happy even when they do try to appease me in the way I want 
to be appeased or so they do think for we never truly speak. I love them; I loathe them, for 
I am an outcast even amongst outcasts for they say they know pain but not all pain is 
physical for trauma has kissed and slept inside my heart but has it done the same in theirs 
also. I shall never know for trauma has chained us into the comfort of its hellish bed and 
sealed our lips like everything that is true in life. I am loath now, I am pain now, I am evil 
incarnate, but I am an evil whose pain and loath seek nothing but the comfort of peace. 
Every morning I wake, and an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my 
window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss and I wonder when is the 
day that I will fall prey under the temptation of its kiss. Death is literally around the corner 
for I live by a cemetery’s condo.


* Just a story but i have put SOME of my feelings and my own life experience in there.





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The Angel's Mission

One warm and sunny afternoon,
GOD sent his young angel on a mission.
He said he must go down to planet earth,
And bring home his youngest son.
But, the angel replied, "LORD, I am not ready,
What if I make a mistake?
I don't think I can do this LORD,
What if I loose faith?".
The LORD replied, "I know you are ready,
I can see it in your heart.
You have enough faith one angel can handle,
And my mission you must start".
But the angel replied, "LORD, do you really think 
That I will make it down there?
There are soo many of your people,
Who will I know to bring up here?".
The LORD replied, "Do not worry little angel,
I will give you signs along the way. 
And when you reach the land,
You will know which one to take".
But the angel replied, "But what if I get lost LORD,
And I don't know which way to go?
Oh LORD, I am so afraid,
Do I really have to go?".
The Lord replied, "you will not get lost little angel,
Just follow what's in your heart. 
Do not be scared my little one,
For I will be with you in your heart".
But the angel replied, "what if my wings get broken,
And I can no longer fly?
How will I carry your new arrival,
Back with me through the sky?".
The LORD replied, "if this should happen to you,
Just call upon me and I will mend them.
Do not loose faith little angel,
You have all the strength within".
The angel replied,"what if I DO make it,
And your child does not want to come?
What if he fights and refuses?
THAN will my mission be done?".
The LORD replied, "NO, my little angel, 
My child is ready to come home. 
You see, we've already spoken,
He's asked me to bring him home.
He has told me he can no longer bare the pain,
And all his family is hurting.
He wants to be in peace now,
So you must GO NOW, AND HURRY!
I have already prepared his place,
And I have already blessed his soul. 
All you have to do little one,
Is go down, and bring him home".
The little angel looked up to GOD-
And with a smile upon his face, 
He replied, "I am ready now for your mission LORD,
It's now time for the next soul to take".

10/21/00


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the weeping nation

            (12/15/12)

As the nation weeps today for the twenty 
Angels which were taken away
We also weep for their families and friends
For this pain will never end.

Sitting in their classrooms with thoughts
And hopes and dreams of the holidays
In came a sick person  to wipe their dreams away.

We will never know what went thru his mind that day
To take away innocent lives in such a brutal way.
It is true that god has given us free will
But why go to a school and these children he kills.

Let us not forget the adults also who gave
Their lives trying to protect the children
On this day -For them also we do pray.

Tears fill my eyes and pains fill my heart
And their names , ages, or genders
We may not know or remember
But to them our hearts and love
We do surrender.

So fly my little cherubs, and take the angels hands
For you are going to gods promised land
Where there is no suffering, wars or pain
And gods love is the what remains.
                   (12/14/12)


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A Life Went Wrong

It’s not what you hear, but what you don’t.
It’s not what goes right, but it’s what won’t.
Can you see beyond the outer shell?
Are you even thinking, is all, well?
On the highway traveled did you miss the signs?
Is it right to go on and keep down the blinds?
You can’t go back and make all things right.
Daylight is failing, then come the night…
Sometimes we’re so busy that we miss the need.
They’re the greatest of persons, that was… the read.
Is it wrong to reach out and to touch their pain?
Do we pass over, because there is no gain?
When the light is on, are we a welcoming sight,
Or when the light is on do we add to their plight?
Then the papers tell the familiar story of lives lost…
Several have died, many more injured, please… what was the cost?
How do we tell the children? Their tears fall like the rain.
Their hearts forever lost no snow glistening in the lane.
Forever changed, hope gone, love lost, bitterness grows deep.
Those lost forever, will always be missed, as they sleep…

Dedicated to the Seal Beach Salon in California…


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Untitled

I cried when you passed away
I still cry today
Although I loved you dearly
I couldn't make you stay
God broke my heart
to prove that he only takes the best
So he put me to the test
In order for me to blessed
Forever missing you LeSchea
We will be together soon.
Mommy Loves you.


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Abortion poem

Tears running down her 
saddened face
Closing the door, quickly 
looking behind
Wondering why she walked into 
this place
Does anyone know what she 
just did?

A messed up life, brought on by 
abuse
Needing help, but where?
Searching for love and only 
getting used
Waking up one day, a new life 
growing inside her

Confusion clouded by doubt 
and fear
What should she do right now?
Fearing rejection and 
judgement from others 
Walking into the clinic, it would 
be ok somehow

As soon as the procedure was 
over
Tears of regret flowed down her 
face
The heart beat of a life once 
alive
Disappeared, gone without a 
trace 

A voice that would never utter 
a word
A powerful silence for the 
unborn
Quickly ushered in the arms of 
The Lord
Precious life, never to return 
again 

If you are carrying all this guilt 
inside of you
Please know that the Savior 
sent His Son to die 
He took your sins and all mine 
too
Died a cruel death, because He 
loves you!

We need to turn from all our sin
Put our faith in the holy Lamb 
of God
Don't carry all your guilt within
There's hope and forgiveness 
through the Son


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Child of Woe

Oh child of woe indeed - darker than the night,

What will it take for you to finally see the light?

The sacrifice was made - nailed to a rugged tree,

Thorns that pierced His brow, as He bled for you and me.


When tears have dimmed the eyes and your heart is rent in two,

You’ve wandered from the path and doubt what you should do,

The Redeemer’s name is JESUS, SON OF GOD above,

He feels your every sorrow and covers them in love!


Gray days will come to be when Satan steals your dreams,

And people you have trusted were not as they did seem,

Remember, there is JESUS, the one and faithful friend,

He will stand beside you always - until the very end!


So believe within your heart and ask the Savior in,

Trusting he will forgive you of each and every sin!

The child of woe will die, a child of grace will find life,

For there is no other way- but the SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST!


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A SOMALIAN CHILD

Behold there, a Somalian child is standing upon dry hard rocks.
Its two eyes glitter like a rough diamond, parched, bleak and dark.
Its belly exhibits the fragile bony ribs and silently mocks
The phony Art that seeks phony beauty even in wounded scar-mark.

The orphan boy was trying to scream but no voice came out
From its barren vocal cord, empty stomach and shrinking lung.
Its salty tears have dried out too like parched petals of a dead sprout.
Its face looked blue and pale as if it were serpent-stung.

This child, like all newborns here, was born with a constant Curse
Of utmost struggling life until it moves, stares, breathes no more.
Even showers upon the drought-infested land cannot reimburse
The untold tales of such millions of children, the Pain-store.

Two immobile figures of dead parents laid on dusty ground
And blurred cries of the child melted in heat of wind there.
No humans were there to hear except vultures that hovered around
The dead bodies and waited until death of the tiny figure.


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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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A memory of Joy

My body is sick 
changing one way 
To prepare for life
and then changing again
Relinquishing life
Purging out the remains
When once it had gathered 
Hope to bear fruit 
None remains 
but a memory of joy


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I Forgive You Mommy

I forgive you mommy,
thank you for those 
few weeks.

I admit it was strange,
the feeling was new to 
me.

Thank you for letting 
me be a part of you.

You had your reasons 
why I had to go.

It hurt a lot when I was 
aborted, but maybe earth 
was never for me.

I'm in heaven now,
I'm God's little angel.

Don't you cry, 
I'll never hate you.

Thank you for 
bonding with me, 
sorry it couldn't be.

Even though I'm far 
away, I'll wait until 
another day.

When at heavens door 
you should appear, I'll 
be right there to hold 
you dear.

Written by: Poet Shi


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SILVER STAR

SILVER STAR

I have long since lost Hope,
because my paths are so endlessly long and aimless,
as if sculpted out of my restless spirit
in the long nights of reverie.
You know, Lord... I used to have my Hope.
It was so nice to stand next to the Christmas tree
with my mother,
and look at its proud top,
where our silver star shone,
my favorite Hope. 
To me, a child who never decorated his own tree,
it was the biggest Christmas tree in the world,
and the brightest star beyond the heavenly dome.
Each night before Christmas we would return to the same place
with the same desire and faith,
until our terrible companions, the long, cold nights
have invoked death
and stolen my mother.
I am motionlessly standing and staring into this dark, cold night,
like an avenger yearning for revenge,
and a thin woman in rags is passing me by,
whispering warm words into a child's frozen ear.
The child is looking up with the same gaze
like I did when my mother used to show me the silver star,
whispering into my frozen ear
that someday I shall touch that silver star too,
silvering all the orphanages of this dark world.
Her warm words are still crossing my mind:
„Son, always stand on your toes and look up...
and you shall touch your star!“
My eyes have long since stopped sparkling
and they don't look up.
They used to be the big, bright eyes of a child,
that shone in the dark,
like two young embers that were just set afire,
but now... oh, now my eyes are but burnt out embers
in the squeezing fist of the cold world.

You know, Lord, how much I wanted to stand on my toes
and look up,
but life always threw me back to my knees.
I admit that I haven't been standing on my toes for a long time,
but I am not kneeling, either,
I am only looking down
into the dark reflections of people's characters,
and my Hope is once again so far away,
as if it's afraid of my faithful squire,
which is standing at the bottom of the silky net,
not like a flym
but like a master of many a fly big and small,
because Death has that justified purpose
to come for its flies regardless of their size.
I am not looking at death like a fugitive,
but a penitent man,
who wants just another chance.
How strange it is, Lord,
that even a man abandoned by Hope wants his chance.
Yes, Lord, I admit
that I would like to stand on my toes once more,
below the biggest Christmas tree in the world,
and touch our silver star.
  
 ©Walter William Safar

 






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A Time of Terror

A Time of Terror – The Rwandese Genocide

A screeching sound woke me from my sleep, I looked around in fear and trepidation 
Sensing a lurking gaze in the shadows, beyond the room I slept in
Sweat began to slide down my brow,That night, the night I lost everything I have ever held dear to me
Years have passed, seasons have come and seasons have gone
But that night will never be erased from my neurotic mind, I look around in fear, that something like that will soon happen again, As I remember, I wished I had never been born a Tutsi
But when I saw what had happened to my Hutu friend Alasious,
I then wished I had never been born in Rwanda.

The night it happened, Daddy gathered us together and led us covertly into our car, our only means of escape
Suddenly our car jerked forward and stopped, my eyes widened as I realized what was happening
The Interahamwe leader stood by Dad’s window, his hand stretched out, seeming to ask for something, an Identification
When suddenly the man opened Dad’s door and called my Father out, mum trembled, my little sister sniffed and our baby snored.
For the first time in my life, I saw my Dad in tears, begging the soldiers to let his family go
My Mother couldn’t have any of it, she warned us to stay put and went outside
The soldier’s interest wavered from my Dad to my Mother, his eyes darkened with evil 
He pulled my Mother towards him and used his panga to cut the front of her dress
Right there in front of her Family, Mother was raped and later her head was chopped off
Like a confined goat, my Father couldn’t protest, because his legs had turned to stumps
And his hands were no more, the soldiers hadn’t noticed our existence yet.

The night came and we trekked through the swamps, seeking for refuge which we found at a Polish church, where a lot of Tutsi children were hid, the people were many,that same day, the Hutu soldiers came in, Armed with machetes,started hacking to death all the helpless children
They called us cockroaches and rats, they had no mercy but we could see the satisfaction they got.
After their murderous barbaric act, we waited, waited for what, we didn’t know,
I looked at my sister, her look was blank and lacked any emotion, and her little mind had taken in a lot
I looked in space and prayed with hope that there was a bright future for this little mind and heart.
Because the memory of that night, will forever be seared on the minds of the victims that had survived the years of The Rwandese Genocide.


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A Lonely Path

A lonely path, in the dark it moves on It meanders within the deep, dense fog Along the way there are many roses Some of which lay on an old decayed log Twenty-seven in all, each an angel All of which had their life cut way too short An ending that was abrupt and so quick Tears run down my face I sadly report No more is there any children’s laughter The families weep while in such great pain It seems that when things like this do happen The days are always darkest in the rain May we can console them as best we can Light a candle in honor of these few If we could all band together as one And show our love, this is all we can do
Russell Sivey Dedicated to all the victims of the Newtown tragedy! Entrant into SKAT- AB SIN THE-'s "In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL"" contest 12/19/2012


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The Boy Who Loved The Rain

Let me tell you of a boy,
A boy that I once knew;
This child once lived in Illinois,
Close to where I grew.

He always loved to play the games
Of Tag or Hide and Seek,
But he'd always play in rain,
And that's why he's unique.

I guess he liked the thunderstorm
And how the lightning struck.
He would run around the barn
And stimulate his luck.

One time, I guess, was his last run
As he went out to play,
The clouds that droned had hid the sun
And took away the day.

The lightning flashed and hit the grass
With so much bearing force
That people ran inside, alas, 
To dodge the bullet's course.

The boy stood out among the wheat
That grew inside the field.
He waited for the rumb'ling beat
That shook the grinding mill.

Finally he raised his arms
Into the sky, so unrestrain'd
And shouted all throughout the farm
That he was there to greet the rain.

That's when the final strike release'd.
That's when the boy had all his nerve.
And as the thunder pounded east,
All the people would observe

The death of one who loved the feel
Of water from the sky.
We buried him out in the field,
A tomb he'd not deny.

That's the story of a boy
A boy that I once knew;
This child once lived in Illinois,
Close to where I grew.


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Little Angels

Angels are hard to find
For they are blissful
And cheerful to watch
Their love makes this 
Cold world seems
Very wonderful
But their death makes
Us all question 
God’s moral 
let's not be awful
Death is normal And 
God is thoughtful 
He loves children 
And calls the special
Ones to dwell with
Him till dawn


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Poverty grows

Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath 
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat  
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option 
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked 
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds 
changing ambition to greed
Just share 
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind 
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption 
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form 
defying the innocent
minds controlled 
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.


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Relief of the Autistic Child

She met him at the door and closed the screen.
“Marie is sleeping in the den,” she said.
“She spoke to me today, and smiled a bit.”
          He set his package on the patio floor
          And sat beside her in the cushioned swing.
         “So many years we’ve struggled with that child;
          You grasp at straws, a grunt, a grimace, all
          The same. Never really any change.”
“The doctor came. She hasn’t been herself,
You know. She let him close enough to touch her.”
	“That’s a change.”
				“She even left her chair
For him.  He thinks it just some sort of phase;
Wait awhile, and she’ll be right as rain.”
	“How would he know? We’d never know ourselves
	The way she sits wrapped up from toe to chin
	In blankets she won’t let you wash. She rocks
	And sleeps and eats and nothing more.”
“But now she doesn’t eat. She always eats.”
	“And seems to know exactly what she likes.”
“She likes your mother’s cookies—chocolate chip
And eats them by the plate if we permit.”
	“How does she know which chip is which?
	She throws the store-bought ones across the room.”
“Her taste, no doubt, is just as good as ours.
But now, she’s barely touched a crumb for days.”
	“She drank her can of Sprite for me last night.”
	He reached into his bag. “I bought some more.
	I’ll check on her. She may be thirsty now.” 
But in his hands, she saw more than the Sprite.
“You bought another doll—she doesn’t need . . .”
	“But this is different. Squishier, and soft.
	I thought, perhaps, that she might like the feel,
	Although, I guess, we’ll prob’bly never know.”
She looked at him and smiled within herself.
She never knew just whom to pity most—
Marie, forever locked inside herself, 
Or him who sat beside her in the swing
And struggled with the agony of love.
He took the doll and Sprite into the house;
In seconds he was back. He handed her 
The phone. She caught her breath, and shook her head.”
	“You’d better call someone,” he said. “I think she’s dead.”


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my comfortable fear

welcome my son I've known you so long
your bright morning peace theology song
I've know you in birth, in hope of a  year
i held you a child and old in your fear
welcome, invite your innocent pain
let me seduce the love of your vein
my child my son no earth could reduce
your peace, it from, untangle youth
I've know you so long, in this i have pride
always mine, your invincible side
for me it was food when you were so weak
my words were the years waiting to speak   
breath my child, breath, let me taste
the spirit of life, and life of the haste
welcome, endure what i will contain
a meaningful birth and thoughts of the rain
my son, my heart, i knew you so well
death is my name and life is the spell
welcome my pardon, sleep in the dead
peaceful the night we lay in my bed
when all that is thought,  pondered upon
becomes what you are,  solid a song
to sing for a moment, it must be so right
darkness of morning, morning of night
then, my son, you limited breath
your ripe and conceive the flower of death
my name and soul, i wish you the same
cold in your flesh , peace,  i  contain
no skin, though a point, famous in name
for passion witch I  live and will claim
regard me as not, elusive, a dream
I am a truth, as hope is a scheme  
touch me and feel the power of day
skates and school, red marmalade 
I'm  life,  death,  all in the same
I bring you forth, in memory's fame
so resist, fuss, turn in your grave
deny me the fuel to jest and behave
as I must, my son, my dear
simply entrust, my comfortable fear.


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A Dusty Box of Memories.

A Dusty Box of Memories.

A dusty box of memories was full of untold hurts. 
And out of fear, She kept them there, remembering, she'd cry.
That woman made afraid of men would give it one more try.
She'd know a man and have a child with him, who came to flirt.

She slowly peeked inside the box.  Was trusting worth the cost?
To set aside those bleeding wounds that oozed from many scars.
Yet time alone was passing fast; dreams lived beneath life's mars.
And even if her feelings failed, a child was worth fear lost.

She thought and pondered while they talked and wondered what she'd do.
While at the dinner table full of food she cooked for him,
Small talk about philosophies amused the two of them.
Straight and stiff, not quite at ease, experience lacked, he knew.

He stood and took her by the hand seduction was his goal.
A bit confused, head in full spin, she bit the dust and sinned.
And he, all wet with pleasure's sweat, exhausted, wildly grinned.
She told him her conception plan; He said he'd take man's role.

And that is where the story starts about a hurt untold. 
Within two weeks, she had conceived, both joy and fear were hers.
It seems that he was happy, too.  They cuddled there in furs.
But in five months, the saga came that left her young heart cold.

As she was moving things about, he came with angry words.
You want to loose that baby?  Here! He hit her with his fist.
Her happy heart in new life's bloom had suddenly been risked.
Hospitalized, in agony, Boy's cries would not be heard. 

The first few years, she held the pain.  Then, illness struck her mind.
She never saw her baby dead.  His father looked at him…
Drugged, when she signed pain papers.  Adoption?  Did he steal him?   
Year after year, without a child, would sanity unwind?

One year, a hacker came her way and viewed hospital files.
A boy child born two weeks from “death” was named her chosen name.
Though many years had come and gone, the question still remained.
Did the man who helped make life obtain her boy for his wife?

Written for Dusty Box of Memories Contest  
Sponsored by: Constance La France


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My Golden Child

In the furnace of her belly deep
The makers spell is cast 
My Golden Child is set to sleep
'til mother shines her last

Only through her deathly leap
My child comes to pass
My Golden Child to make you weep 
With craving wanton grasp

She's a heart breaking
Bitter mistress 
My Golden Child is hypnotizing 
Such dazzling beauty you can't resist
You can't resist my Golden Child 

In her reflected glow your hearts go weak
A white flag up the mast
My golden child you'll want to reap
Seductive poison passed


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never known

hollow on the inside
my dreams in my head
my thoughts on the outside
gone from reality
lost from existince
my dreams so warm
my thought's  are worn
from what reality has ripped and torn
my future my world
my life my passion
ripped from you
what did i do?
neither of you 
will see this threw
my baby i wish this wasnt true.
taken for granted
smiles and little thoughts
no one gave you anything
but pain before this world.
i wish you could have breathed
i wish you could have loved
but maybe 
the same would happen to you
ill take the blame
ill take the sin
your still alive 
but not of this world.


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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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My Last Letter with Love

My heart is like a waterfall, cascading with an abundance of love; it flows from my heart like the water down a stream 
I cherish this life you have shared here with me; but soon my sweet girl, I’ll be on my way 
You know my belief, in what we were always meant to be; now we just have to travel some distance to be united, but you will soon see
My love for you is constant and never ending; but sadly this human body, it is not mending
I feel blessed that we have each other and this beautiful love; my spirit will be right beside you shining from above 
I will surround you, with my loving light; I will make your dreams, sunny and bright
I will fill your life with happiness and not say a peep; I will be right there beside you even when you sleep 
When it’s time for you to join me again, I will come to you with a loving smile and then 
When you take your last breath you will feel me; I’ll be waiting there and then you will see
With outstretched loving arms you will see me glow; I will look into your eyes and you’ll see, I never did go
Hold my hand and together we will take this ride; we will let our hearts flow just like the ebbing tide
We will travel into the stratosphere; together we may well collide
Sun beams will bounce off the earth; the stars will be sparkling, with re-birth
Across the universe our dreams will explode; and there you will find our new abode
Until then my child, know that I’m just a breath away, I will meet you on the other side and together again we will play
Like a waterfall cascading down a stream; life is just a beautiful dream.



Written by
Vicki Darcy
2014.


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One Fell Alone

Forword: Written after a 15 yr. old girl took her own life
at my sons school, no note, nothing to explain her pain. 

Just a child from what I hear,
like others was forced to grow up too fast;
Broken hearted rejected and alone,
unable to find one last straw to grasp.

Where were all those caring hearts,
in her desparate time of need;
Not even a close friend nearby,
to listen to her final plea.

Now we all mourn much too late,
for another soul not cherished or adored;
Maybe the gift of our time to save a child,
is something we all could afford.

So we wonder now what God's intentions were,
when this unwanted child came to be;
Perhaps we all had a part to shape her,
into what God could only see.

It takes deep love and committment,
to be humble and serve anothers needs;
It is the reason we were all created,
and why he died for you and me.


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POW - MIA

POW – MIA


Grandma, when Grandpa went to Vietnam
And left you at home alone
Did you ever think he wouldn't return
And be forever gone

No, dear I thought he'd be back
And never leave again
But that crazy war in Vietnam
Was one we couldn't win

Well, Grandma, where is he now
Is he still fighting the war
Will he ever come home to be with us
Why did he go so far

My child your Grandpa had to go 
And fight for freedom's sake
But he won't be coming home again
And that's so hard to take

But Grandma, if he's not coming home
Why did he have to stay
I'd like to see Grandpa again
So he and I could play

Well, son I'm sorry to tell you this
There is no other way
Your Grandpa may be a prisoner of war
Or what the Army calls MIA

Well, why is he in prison
Did he commit a crime
I don't understand, Grandma
It's been a long, long time

Yes, dear, you're right, it's been so very long
Since Grandpa went away
But all the love he gave to us
Is with us every day

You're right Grandma
He really did love us all
He had to go to Vietnam
To answer his country's call

My child you are so very wise
And one day you'll understand
Your Grandpa had to go and fight
For the freedom of our land

Grandma, I love you so
And I'll never go away
I won't leave you home alone
Home is where I'll stay

Thank you dear, that's very kind
But Grandma will be alright
I love you too
God is my guiding light

He's my light too, just like Grandpa said
He's always by our side
He helps us every day
And dries the tears we've cried


	Curtis Moorman
	June 17, 2011


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The Occurrence

Tears 
All there is, is tears
The pain claws at my insides
Ripping out my hope with each gash
Each wracking breath
Brings another wave of sickness
And the blood
The pools and pools of blood
And then I know it is done
My child is gone
I am once again barren 
Left with nothing 
All there is, is tears
Tears


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Child Unborn

Emotions are torn
For a child unborn
Never to be rocked and held
Emotions are torn
For a child unborn
Never to once be felt
No stories for us to tell 
high hopes
big dreams
all that’s just a memory
as it now seems
What would have been
Pride and joy 
Has left a big void
An empty space
To have never seen that baby face
Count fingers and toes
To go buy baby clothes
Emotions are torn
 For a child unborn
Our anticipation 
has become devastation
our elation
has quickly faded
all that’s left is imagination
of this child unborn, alive
in our minds


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Son Brother Cousin

Looking looking looking, 

Waiting watching looking,

But you will not be coming, 

My dear...

 

  Twenty maybe five years, 

Of looking waiting watching, 

But you will not be drying, 

My tears...

 

  Days through nights comes the daylight, 

Weeks through months pass the years, 

Your voice is that of an angel, 

Who whispers in my ears...

 

  Looking waiting watching, 

Shadows as they dance, 

Watching waiting wishing,

We could have just one more chance... 


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Ripple Effect: Pain and Death

As the thorn pricks the butterfly, and As the clouds cover the moon, A child wails at the crack of the pistol. The shot rings out so loud and clear. As the blood descends from the butterfly's wing, and As the tears drip from the heavens, The life drains from the open wounds of Another shattered family. The crimson stains and blots the floor. The cries of the gods rings high from above, The salt water soaking the earth. Another child deserted. Another wife, mother betrayed. An empty hole where her head used to lay Is now covered as the memories are pushed away. The mourners are haunted by the tragedy As they try to reassure themselves that It was all just a dream. Her shadow still lingers; He rests behind bars. The butterfly falls, never to fly again; The moon is hidden incessantly, Light forever suppressed.


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Am I Near Heaven

Am I Near Heaven.
A little boy and his went for a walk on Wednesday.
They came up on a big mountain that touch the sky.
The little boy said," we are going to climb up there today!"
                The dog barked.
They climbed for miles and miles. Up and up. Towards the sky
When they where almost to the top. He looked down to see the town.
As they climbed higher and higher the town became smaller and smaller.

When they got to the top. All they could see was clouds.
He could hear the birds below but no trees he could see.
He turn to his dog, a friend indeed, he asked with a look of need,"  Am
I near Heaven?"
   For just days ago his mother had died. and he wanted to be near..


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The last

As they kiss their parents good bye 
not nowing it will be the last 
as they call their parents names not 
knowing it would be the last 
As the parents kiss their child 
thinking they will see their child 
again after school
As they walk the child into the 
school thinking it was a safe place to 
be 
Not knowing what the day had plain 
The phone rang as she answer the 
phone the words she wish she never 
heard"your child had been kill"as she 
drop to her knees and started to cry 
she scream why lord she was pure 
she was sweet why you took my 
child


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As With A Tear

Brutally deranged, I've gone a tad insane,
but it isn't my fault no, you're the one to blame,
I laugh at insecurities, and the struggles I can't face,
because if I see them for what they are, I couldn't bear,
Not a drop of innocense in this stuffed up air,
Wouldn't it be nice to live without a care?
But **** the past, there's a reason I'm not there,
I wish I could take it back,
I wish I could have known,
They weren't all the same,
and none the less you have made me grow.
Can you kill me, before I do it myself,
I'm over thinking, and could even damage hell.
But now I'm hungry and I bid you a farewell,
because you were my past intentions, and nothing is for real,
You lied and cast me out, leaving me with sorrow,
Now knowing the only thing that is hurting me will be gone tomorrow,
I don't need the money, or a thing around my neck,
Now you are gone there will be nothing left,
I have found a savior, someone who is the same as I.
Someone who has been trapped, by this world of lies,
I will take his burden, and strap it in with mine,
I will not have anymore, regrets behind who I kiss,
because there is only one who I will be with bliss,
He is the one, who I will stay with.
Unlike you, fair weathered friends, I'll bid you a farewell and tie off loose ends.


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bright light

the wick is gently 
lit
the flame staggers
at first
then stands up
straight
reaching up
fully bright

the wax wanes
the flame sputters
the wick disappears
leaving a lasting
memory
of the bright light


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JOY

Have you ever seen one of those children,

whom were born to die, and they knew it. ?

have you seen the compassion and sorrow

being emitted from their eyes?

Did you notice the child born to die,

had an aura of extraordinary

radiance ,somehow more beautiful than

the healthy child, and seemingly more wise.?

 

Those sorrowful yet wise eyes

My eyes speak to their eyes.

And ask why ,why the sorrow

their eyes answered my eyes

My sadness is for you;

My eyes speak again;

 

Why were you born to just come and go ? 

Why was I to bore you just to bear

the burden of your leaving.

Why did God place you in my womb

before cutting his own ties with you.?

Why is your human so

breathtakingly beautiful.

Your intellect superb.

 

Why did God

place you in my womb ?

Did you come to teach me how to love

Did come to show me how to live -?

Or just to remind us that death

is an inevitable angel

sent to help us realize

that tomorrow is not a promise.

 

Life is not entitled to us no matter

how special we think we are.

We all are just visitors passing through,

spirits occupying the same space in time,

 

And in a blinking of an eye

we could be gone...Just like that !

I cannot help but feel the

tears heat my cheeks,

As I am still fulfilled by

the joy of your existence

No matter how brief.

 

As every emotion rushes in,I cannot

help but feel your strength

Now grateful for your visit, and the lesson

you taught me


No matter what I must not worry, 

No matter what I must not cry;

One day soon said

his eyes-you'll understand 

why, I'm the child-

Who was Born to Die.!


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STILL I CRY

Still I cry since the day you died. I often ask myself WHY? Why did you die, Why did you leave me here all alone to cry. I cry all day and I cry all night oh dear LORD that not right. My heart is broken and my heart is SAD there is so much anger in my life it makes me MAD. Your death has made me STAND STRONG and fight for the INJUSTICE that did you wrong. For each life that I save that will be a ROSE placed your grave to let everyone know YOUR LIFE COULD have been SAVED. Still I cry under GOD’S watchful eye and I hope THAT other PARENT don’t have to ask the question WHY like I. With every breath that I take and every tear that I cry I will always LOVE you and everyone will know WHY. You were my BABY, you were my SON you are the reason why I remain STRONG and one day you will be back in my Arms. With grief there is pain, with grief there is sorrow but with grief there is always a tomorrow. We will always MISS you, we will always LOVE you and I thank GOD for the timed we shared with YOU. With this knife in my heart I will stand STRONG with this KNIFE in my heart I will never be alone. You are my ANGEL and you are my GUIDE you are the reason why I survived. GOD has chosen me to be POSITIVE guide in other children lives so no THAT other Parent’s can watch their child DIE. I will be a POSITVE influence in their children’s lives because I know how it feels when your child dies. You were a POSITIVE  in my LIFE  so now I know what it take to make a sacrifice and the death of a child is not right NO ONE PARENT SHOULD EVER HAVE TO MAKE SUCH A SACRIFICE. 

WRITTEN IN MEMORY OF MY SON STEVE ARRINGTON II (RAIN)

BY SONYA ARRINGTON


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Katrina

Out of the gulf came a voodoo child
spawned from the depths of hell,
And cast upon this melting pot
her black magic spell.
And the voodoo child she watches
her dark potion swell
To envelop and engulf the 
poor serf and peasant.
Now the dead of the past 
greet those of the present,
And form their bonds 'neath
the citie's pale crescent.
And the voodoo child she cackles and
twirls her feathers of fowl and pheasant.


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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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Children of the Light

Children of light, Born of stardust
Living in a fragment, Living in a moment
Not to expire but to change, As all energy never dies
A vibration on the smallest singular molecular level 
An energy in everything even star dust
Dust which fed the primordial stew of earthly existence
And continues on in each of us
Children of light, Soon you shall shed the halo 
The coil of mortality, The frail limited body must go
Children of light, That vibration inside
 Will not cease but continue to thrive
As a Child of Light born from beyond time
Limited no longer by ties that bind
Oh Child of Light fear not the signs
For this life is but a moment by design
Children of the Light do not fear the eventual change
As you move forward from this confining space
Children of  Light there is no other way
You will be welcomed back into the warmth from which life began
As Children of the Light we shall all meet again
Bound by the very stardust, energy and vibration of the cosmos
And never to have to say good bye again
Good Bye sweet child of the light 
In a moment I too will be at your side


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COLLATERAL DAMAGE

Accidents happen when we act in haste.
Malaysia Airlines flight MH17 shot down.
Our conscience seared, while the world feared
another World War to ensue by angered crown.

Accidents happen when facts are ignored.
Air Algerie flight AH5017 did not get far.
While the world feared, our conscience seared
by safe passage of Castro’s daughter afar.

Accidents happen when deaf to another’s pleas - 
mother beating son to death, does not rhyme.
Our conscience seared, while the world feared
the death penalty for such a heinous crime.

Accidents happen when we don’t value life:
Four year old boy dragged to death in road carnage.
While the world feared, our conscience seared:
a hijacking gone wrong - collateral damage.

R I P 

© 2014 Suzette Richards

Poetry form: ZaniLa Rhyme

GLOSSARY
1. Malaysia Airlines flight MH17 was shot down over Ukraine on 17 July 
2014; reportedly by Russian rebels, mistaking it for a military plane which was
also in the airspace at that time. 298 people lost their lives; many were 
children.
2. Air Algerie flight AH5017 Thursday (24 July 2014) crashed soon after 
takeoff from Burkina Faso. A Canadian family of 4 among the 116 dead. 
Casto’s (Cuba’s leader) daughter confirmed that she is OK – a passenger with 
the same name as hers, was on the ill fated flight.
3. Edinburgh High Court: (This week) Mikaeel Kular's mother has pleaded 
guilty to killing her three-year-old son, who she subjected to repeated assaults 
between January 12 and 15, 2014. His mother "lost her temper" when he was
repeatedly sick following a trip to a Nando's restaurant at the city's Fountain 
Park. His four siblings are in shock. 
4. Johannesburg: The death of 4-year-old Taegrin Morris, whose mother 
watched helplessly as he was dragged alongside her hijacked car on Saturday 
night (19 July 2014), made headline news. The body of 4-year-old Taegrin 
Morris was laid to rest on Saturday (26 July) at a funeral in Johannesburg.


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Heather

You died at the young age of twelve in 1988.
Your death was something everybody would hate.
You died of cardiac arrest that was caused by intestinal stenosis.
You were a very pretty and talented girl, everybody knows this.
It's a shame when someone as young as you passes away.
You starred in all three Poltergeist movies and in Happy Days.
You also guest starred in eleven other TV shows during your short lifespan.
Your demise devastated your friends and family and it also hurt your fans.
Your life was so short, you didn't live long enough to drive a car or to receive your first kiss.
People will always remember your contribution and you will continue to be missed.

[Dedicated to Heather O'Rourke (1975-1988) who died on February 1, 1988.]


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Tough Stuff

What a child goes through is hard to explain we've been through stress, anger, hurt, and
pain adults know what a child went through because you see there been through it too what
a child goes through is sometimes insane sometimes people offer us drugs like cocaine now
again on dark scary nights we hear sirens, gunshots, because of gang fights death takes
family and friends divorce takes them too oh if you only know what a child goes through


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Another Saints gone home

We just got the news today
she will soon be going away
the doctors done all that they can do
but it's not over for her
she's just going home
she's faught her fight 
Her battles now are through

another saints gone home Hallelujah
another child of God reaches Her heavenly home
another saints gone home Hallelujah
Praise the Lord 
for now at last her victory is won

When the time has come for me to go away
I want my friends and family to see
that its not time to mourn
but to celebrate 
this life I've lived
 I pray they all may sing

another saints gone on hallelujah
another child of God reaches the Heavenly gates
another saints gone home hallelujah
Praise the Lord
Some day we'll see her in the heavely home.

By Treasa Jarvis 
Dedicated to the memory of my grandmother Beulah Campbell who was a great 
inspiration to me..


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Not Alone

For now that I have gone home
It is time for you to hold the throne
To fear the least my young child 
Just know that you are not alone.

To hear the whispers and see the flickers 
To remember our little Jokes and long snickers
To avoid any groans and moans
Just know that you are not alone.

For a vision that may overtake
A site of me you may mistake
For what Im now could be stone 
Just know that you are not alone.

Within this world of great deceased
I bring about you joy and peace
And with every smile on your face its shown
So just know you are not alone. 

For one day soon you will come
And again together we'll be as one
Within this heavenly place called home
Until then just know that you are not alone.

And that you are still alive
In you my child I shall reside
But one day eventually you will see
the same treatment done to me--
In which my master will set YOU free.


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Winter Love

Another flake that fades away,
Another love that cannot stay,
An empty body a broken heart,
Another nightmare waits to start.

Another leaf falls off a tree,
Another family left to flee,
The battered babe and torn up mum,
Another dream has come undone.

Another circle of endless hate,
Another innocent at the gate,
I know it hurts and I will weep,
To let my little angles sleep.

And so another confession ends,
Another day to comprehend,
I know that we are split apart,
Just know you are always in my heart. 


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What the Hell Happened? (Part One)

Well, this certainly hadn't turned out as planned
the gun in her hand
cold and tasting already like blood
which is fitting for that is, after all, its purpose,
to spill blood while in her mind
she flew back in time
to when she was a little girl
the twinkle in her father's eyes
his only child it was no surprise
she was the center of the universe 
with only the occassional
twinge of guilt
for her brother who was not her father's son
when he took the brunt of the betrayal
inside she gloated while he was slapped and pummeled
and she held the whole world inside her hands
a beautiful world with snow covered peaks
the people all healthy with rose colored cheeks
while war raged all around her and millions of people
as real as she
went up in smoke
while she laughed and joked
she was unaffected
safe in her world with her planets orbiting all around her
predictable and unwavering
savoring
the sweet chocolate as it melted against her tongue
while black-out curtains were hung
she was safe and warm and the future held such hope,
such a beautiful girl, how it warped her to be told and told,
she knew she would never grow old
and life would be perfect in her universe she created
in her mind,
but somehow things got twisted
when that family friend visited,
a doting uncle type, she felt the way he watched her
was only to be expected
but suddenly every thing changed
as he threw his princess down
ripped her little gown
and stole from her both her viginity
and her sanity;
innocent child never spoke
of it, never woke
from it
her nightmare buried deep as she plastered on
her model's fake smile
all the while
slipping, slipping,
this earth shattering agression
followed by repression and


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Fatherless Child

He told me “tell my son his father was a good man”, over and over.
He believed so I believed that the warmth of his last request would keep our hearts full until we
all meet again.
I hope heaven treats him kind; one of a kind that man.
On earth he was in mint condition; crisp as his shirt collar and smooth as silk sheets.
The only man of my dreams now exists there eternally.
In reality, my son’s much too young to know of death’s calling.
Besides, law abiding citizens shouldn't meet such misfortunes while the rest of the world frolics 
in ungratefulness
Still as the world turns I will raise my fatherless child.


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A Little Child

Tonight a little child lays in her bed and cries
Her little fingers, clinging to her favorite teddy bear
Her blanket soak and  wet, where she lies
For she was alone one more night, with her tears

Her mommy's left, for another night on the town
As she lays alone, in the darkness and her tears
Inside her tiny chest, she hears a little sound
As the dark quiet room, brings out her little fears

A little child left alone, a baby
Two little arms reaching out, to be held
Another Angel lays crying, for her mommy
As her whimper turns her tone, into a wale

As the lonely dark night, turns into day
Her restless soul catches up, to the man
He takes her little hand and leads her away
For her journey in life, has been ran

Her innocence all gone, scars left on her skin
Her face now blue, veins broken and torn
She was just a little Angel, that could never win
For she was pushed aside, since the day she was born

A little child left alone, a baby
Two little arms reaching out, to be held
Another Angel lays crying, for her mommy
As her whimper turns her tone, into a wale


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My Child

No one knew the pain she had
Or how hard she had to fight.
     No one knew she had cancer
     And she dreaded sleeping at night.
She’d hope she’d see morning
She smiles when she sees sunlight.
     She's happy for the time being
     Until day turns into night.
This night in particular
August thirty-first
     She had this ongoing feeling
     That tonight would be the worst.
She ignored all the tears
And covered up the pain.
     She looked out the window
     To find lighting along with rain.
There was something about this night
That she couldn’t even bare.
     She had a feeling morning would never come
     Only darkness would be there.
It’s ten o’clock p.m.
She’s praying she’ll awake
    But sadly shortly after
    She took the last breath she could take.
“Where am I?” she asked
In a voice sounding so broken.
     She knew she was at her end
     And all her words now on earth unspoken.
An angel replied “Child you’re in heaven
The best place you can be.
     You’re now able to do anything
     My child you are free."
The little girl still argues
“I can’t go on! Not here not now. 
     I want to be back on Earth
     Can you get me there some how?
And what about my family!
They will all be so sad! 
     Will I have to watch them cry?
     And see mom break down with dad?"
“Now, now my child” the angel said.
“They will be sad I must say
     But remember they will be here soon
     Even if its not today.
So child please calm down
Everything will be alright.
Just take my hand
And hold it tight.”


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Rains, Legends of the Wolves

Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice. 'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige. Yet in close chase, for or found, and on uneven ground, they’ll slip. Clots in black and rose bespatter tans and whites. Though clouds may cope the flights of cubs and fawns in torrents spirit laden, steps shan’t be erased, where o’er plight’s edge they’re furrowed. Would least the cliff lay lad to nestle upon drifts of pedals fallow or as cradled by green swaths of summer blades. For if to hope, the whelp when bade need but renounce a bed of clover, might a father’s beckon stern retrieve the slain. But scolds can echo no reprieve where o’er forever’s precipice the yearling brown has left the seasons scarlet stained. Though with the day’s advance, a glance would chance the fact all tracks do fade, in the havens gray, in every trace, we dawdle. It’s the cleft that blanched a mother’s face. Bereft, her tears are gained. And blood ‘s been shed till never, like the rains.


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TEARS of a dying Sweetheart Child

                                                             Tears from the eyes
                                                             of a child before she dies
                                                             Hit for certain by runaway car
                                                             Never bothered to look back
                                                            or inquire from afar
                                                             and now is connected to
                                                             her respirator machine
                                                             Hard to breathe 
                                                             difficult to smile
                                                            At her family and friends who gleam
                                                            Trembling emotion
                                                           I AM DROWNING UPON YOUR OCEAN
                                                           Sweetheart child not yet of age
                                                           to learn of the World,such cruel-filled rage
                                                           Jessie silently turns away
                                                           Her peepers slowly close
                                                          I AM NOW SO FAR AWAY!!


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Annie

Each night, when I’d come home from work, 

She’d jump out of her bed, 

Run down the hall, then down the stairs, 

Hug me and kiss my head. “Daddy,” she’d say, “I’m glad your home.

I waited up for you.

Oh Daddy, I love you very much.

 I really really do.”

“Honey,” I’d say’ “I love you too. 

Now go on back to bed.

I’ll soon be up to tuck you in.” 

And then I’d kiss her head.

She’d have a gleam in both her eyes 

And a smile upon her face.

It was so great to come home to

A peaceful, loving place.

But now each night, when I come home, 

There is nobody there.

Nobody does run down the hall

And then run down the stairs.

'Cause Annie’s life was taken by

A drunk behind the wheel.

The man was doing ninety when

He barreled down the hill.

Now, here at Annie’s funeral, 

My emptiness, it grows

And on my angel’s casket, I 

Have placed a red red rose

.I know that we will meet again

Some day when my life’s o’er

At that great and mighty Kingdom

On God’s ce;estival shore.

“Daddy,” she’ll say, “I’m glad you’re home. 

I waited here for you.

Daddy, I love you very much.

I really really do.”


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20

A poem dedicated to the 20 children that past away before there time


1 Blue eyes, blond hair a smile of an angel
2 loud shots, blank stares, the fears of the devil
3 Short books sounding out words on mommy’s lap
4 time out because you were bad 
5 I love you have a good day listen and behave
6 tie your shoes, wash your hands and be polite
7 it’s 8 o’clock time for bed good night
8 Santa’s coming and checking the list so do as you’re told
9 Christmas lights and shining stars daddy lifts you and you’ll go far
10 A moment you will never forget, a text of life and death
11 Sirens and cops surround your life
12 Please God let them be all right 
13 Where are you, please come out.
14 Parents leaving with kids as you scream and shout
15 Waiting for the news you know will come
16 No it’s not true they have to come out
17 Arms and hugs pointed at you
18 All so cold all I want is you
19 I’m so sorry to tell you this
20 My world does not exist

A frozen moment of fear and hate.  A moment that breaks. 20- a number that didn’t mean much.. not until you were one of the 20 that didn’t come out.


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Heather II

It was a fact that you were sweet and that you were very cute.
You were adorable, that's something that people won't dispute.
While you were eating lunch in the MGM Commissary, you were discovered.
You were hired to star in Poltergeist when Spielberg saw you with your mother.

Drew Barrymore was up for the role of Carol Anne but you were chosen 
instead.
The entire world was shocked and horrified when we learned that you were 
dead.
When you became sick, that was bad enough but your death was far worse.
Some people blame the Poltergeist films because they believe they were 
cursed.

Your success allowed your family to buy a house in California in Big Bear Lake.
It was tragic that the doctors didn't determine that your life was at stake.
You went to Big Bear Elementary School and was President of your class.
Sadly, it's been over two and a half decades since the day that you passed.

When you died, many of your fans wanted to scream at the top of their lungs.
You were only twelve years old when you were taken, that was far too young.
You starred in other movies, one of which was 'Massarati And The Brain'.
Your demise devastated everybody and brought about unbearable pain.

[Dedicated to Heather O'Rourke (1975-1988) who died on February 1, 1988.]


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Natural Curing " Save a Child? "

The story you read
In the shape of a poem
Its all about life
To continue it growing
 
The recent case 
Of Daniel Hauser
To deny him help
Media exposure
 
This 13 year old boy
Saw his aunt the same way
He took his first course
But the course made him sway
 
And his mothers thoughts
Maybe religion will save
And the fear of the thought
Her son no longer the brave
 
Behind the scenes, the Religion Nemenhah
A white mans dream of the " Cloudpiler " Landis man ah!
Where Natural Curing is what they can?
Is this the reason why they ran?
 
My thoughts go back to the way his auntie was
For to continue his treatment, as his bravado thaws
Its the word Chemo and the course it takes
Going through spells of goodness and sickly states
 
How many cases where the parent was ill
Did they make their own choices, to get better at will
Or did a another person decide for them
With their consent, with the write of a pen
 
In natures eyes, as a mother gives birth
It should be in her want, to save her child first
Why she would do this, take her child and run
Is it this Nemenhah cause, that prevents her son?
 
Written to answer my thoughts on the question posed by
                  Katherine Stella on her poem
 
          " Kid Natural ( the Daniel Hauser story ) "


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Wicked Gift

I don’t know what I’m meant to say,
To make this feeling go away,
This aching pain and lonely love,
For my daughter and son above.

There little faces I can see,
In my mind so vividly,
Smeared with blood and crying loud,
But this pain I can’t say aloud.

I wish they could be at peace,
Seated up in heavens feast,
Not condemned to wonder on,
For something they have not done.

It seems to me that God is cruel,
And there for He’s not fit to rule,
To let my babes burn to dust,
Because of their parents lust.

I will save them if I can,
Even if I’m asking Pan,
To take my babes and make them sleep,
Even if this makes me weep.


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God why

Everyday that passes by I sit and wonder and ask god why?

Why did he have to take you from us so soon?

The lord replied my child do not be sad do not cry do not sit and wonder why

I took her home she needed to rest and know she is in heaven with one of the best

Her task on earth must be left undone now you must learn to stand as one

Be strong all those feelings will soon pass everything will get better at last

She has left for now but not for good this to must be understood

At the end of her day there was no more time for her to laugh, work or play

I have decided her fate she has entered heavens gates her journey has not ended it has only 

Begun we will rise again just east of the sun so until that day that I call you home 

you must remember my child that you are never alone. 


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Funeral

You lay there cold, not moving
I want you to blink. Why won't
you blink? Why won't you breathe?

I dont understand. Should I
have understood? Should I have 
known then just to grieve?

Should I suddenly of realised
all matters of life an death?
What would be the point?

I stand there, just a child and
gaze at your ever staring 
eyes as the priest annoints

You and says something I
do not hear. Is this all my fault?
I am filled with regret.

The confusion of a child is
not easily subdued. The
past in stone is set.

We walk from the church,
my Father's hand on my shoulder
as you are placed in the ground.

I close my eyes. My mind begins
wander. Just what in death
is there to be found?


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My loss experience

This pain makes me wonder
Is there ever a day
When everything can go right
And this world is as curl as they say
My spirit is writhing slowly away
My mind can't bring itself to obey
My thoughts are racing 
Short of what could have been
The realization slowly sinking in
I had to see it for myself
Halfway in halfway out
These feelings are going nowhere 
Myself without a doubt
It's crazy how life works
Just stones within the dirt
Mortality taking over
Lifeline can counted through a four leaf clover
This pain has left me shaken
My soul slowly breaking
Where is it when I need it
Just really can't believe this
Your gone just like that
My whole world has just been attack
I don't know where I'm going with this
Or if I will ever bounce back
The days are getting longer
My mind is getting stronger
These challenges at hand 
Make room for fantasyland
When my thoughts become dangerous
On the rocks I lay
We pray this one makes it through another day
With the mindset and a new timeframe 


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Heather III

You were born in December of 1975.
It's a shame that you didn't survive.
You were a great actress, one of the very best.
It's not surprising that you became a success.

Your life was cut short but at least you were able to be famous.
We all loved and adored you so very much, can you blame us?
When people attended your funeral, they mourned and cried.
If somebody has said that you had no talent, that person lied.

[Dedicated to Heather O'Rourke (1975-1988) who died on February 1, 1988.]


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Man

   Tonight I heard a child’s scream	
Floating on a silent cloud	
Could be a dream, but not
A lonely child dies again by the hand of man.
   Yet another cloud drifts in
Dripping the tears of the oppressed 
These tears of nonexistence 
Drift into nothingness.
   I stare in bewilderment, this wondrous sight
As the sky above me fills with the stories of life
Overbearing to be grasped 
The many untold ungodly acts of man.
   How could this come to be
Fiendish humans of natural evils
Be it woman or man 
Or the shared failure in the garden.
   Too many cries I hear
Floating on these passing clouds
A child has died in the arms of his mother
His sister raped by his mother’s lover.
   I wish for the sun in this moment
A ray of hope of sorts
Peace to find me a moment’s grace
Or a hole to hide from man.
   So many little ones dieing
Soaked by the tears of life
An umbrella to cover the ground above
This grave I choose to live.


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Neighbors Plight

Neighbors Plight

The Neighbors Lost Their Smallest Child
And They Can't Seem to Cope
I Wish There Was Something I Could Do
To Offer a Little Hope

But I've Never Lost a Child
And I Can't Imagine Their Pain
I Feel So Small and Helpless,
Not to Help Is Such a Shame.

The Need to Help Do Something
Washed over Me like the Tide
So I Went to the House next Door.
I Couldn't Stay Away and Hide.

The Complete Devastation
I Saw upon Each Face,
Will Live with Me Forever..
A Memory I'll Never Erase

I Couldn't Utter a Word,
The Emotions Went Too Deep
I Held Them Both So Tight,
All We Could Do Was Weep.

Finally I Pulled Away,
I Hadn't Known What to Do
But They Told Me I Had Helped Them,  
With a Simple Heart Fe0lt....
…..Thank You.

Connie Moore
4 3 93


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LET ME LIVE!

An unborn child comes to the realization that his Mother is contemplating having an abortion. 
Using Biblical Reason, he speaks to her through The Spirit, pleading that she change her mind
and allow him to be born.


"IS THIS WHAT GOD WOULD HAVE YOU DO:
TAKE AWAY A LIFE ITS RIGHT TO LIVE...
PREVENT A BIRTH INTO A WORLD,
WHEN HE HAS SO MUCH TO LOVE AND GIVE?

I KNOW THE SORROW YOU WILL FEEL.
OH CHOOSE THE GIFT OF LIFE NOT TO DESTROY!
HOLD ME IN YOUR ARMS FOR JUST A WHILE
AND SOON YOUR PAIN WILL TURN TO JOY!

DID YOU NOT KNOW THAT ALL MY DAYS
WERE WRITTEN IN GOD'S GREAT MASTER PLAN?
I WAS WOVEN TOGETHER FROM THE DEPTHS OF EARTH
LONG BEFORE THE WORLD EVER BEGAN.

AS A CHILD YOU MUST ENTER THE KINGDOM OF GOD.
AS A CHILD HE WAS WORSHIPPED AND ADORED.
TO THE WISE THE WONDERS OF HEAVEN ARE CONCEALED,
BUT TO ITS CHILDREN THE GLORY REVEALED.

YES TO THE CHILDREN THE GLORY IS REVEALED





By Milton L. Delgado
Inspired by Proverbs 8:23
Psalm 139: 13-16
March 14, 1997


Details | Elegy | |

Timothy

Where are you 
You do not come to me 
When I call your name 
How long shall I wait 
I walk alone in the shadows 
Where only the moon shines bright 
Will you be my guide 
I stood there 
In this place 
Once 
And knelt 
And wept 
Sweet child 
Beautiful 
I wish to drink you in 
I wish to feel your cheek 
Upon my lips 
My arms are vacant 
Where you once lay 
Empty lullabies 
I hear them still 
Sweet memory 
Comes to me at last 
You are near 
We dance and sing 
Precious child 
You are mine forever 
My heart is full of pain 
It weeps child 
Where are you


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Wolf- Man, the middle

Day crackles clean and warm like burning coal
A new passion swam his veins, they bonded him
For that pheromone was strong in him, and abrim 
The pack bayed towards the sunlight burning gold
And welcomed a brave brother wolf into the fold
For he who before the bear stood calm, his noble
Suit displayed, found his totem in a moment bold
And transmigrated his soul to the new realm possible.

He could not make destiny again, but destiny chose
For him, the wolf man everywhere was known. He 
Was the hero wanted, yet scorned with circles closed
Like doors against him, for all his deeds of mercy.
But the dog gene made him a man's best friend still
And howling he brings the pack always to his will
Neither did they sit while any child or innocent ached
With fear or pain, and from the malice of evil intent.
The wolf man knew but little thought how each act
Propelled him to a higher level and another death sent
For seeds all die that spring to trees, and the same fact
Was true for him every new level he was to attain
While propelled upwards greater animals to become
He knew the bear level awaited him next in the chain
Of cycles. But for service alone his heart still hummed.

Nor did he know hes was hunted too, for one man firm
In his conviction to repay, the thing that from forest came
The thing massive in muscles, humble in every term
That dared the forking tongue of a livid flame
To retrieve a child, the only child the mother left behind
The child that was enblem and memory of that love
Whose death would perish his flesh and torment his mind
The wolf-like thing, the man beast on wings, dove
In from above, and came out with life between his jaws
Hair fried, and limping as if with injured paws
And the throng of them that rush upon the scene then
Making a barrier between it and curious but cruel men
And how it seemed in thin air he vanished without reward
And cause a grateful father to follow the trail full and hard.

Did he have the hours to find him still, to meet the kind
That make us wretched because our hearts are blind
Did he with ego melted, and with a different disposition
Qualify to know and taste the foreign truth of transmigration
To destinies on the brink of fate, and death at the gate
Gasping and gulping, still in the grasp of time we wait.


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Lost Children and Babies

My heart feels constricted, breathless pain,
the homeless child, shall never gain.
My fingers stumble when reaching out,
humble feelings trembling with doubt.

My lifeblood's flow, has been denied,
listening as the lost children cried.
My hopes dashed, and thrown away,
like some unborn status played.

Dismembered, fetus of living hell,
from warmth, a lost child did dwell.
Encased in their own veil of sorrow,
no hope yesterday, today, or tomorrow.

Reach the ends of the neap's moonlit tide,
possess the young, unwed child bride.
My heart won't span the broken hours,
wombs of waste, lost wilted flowers.


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The Forgotten Valentine

I remember your face
The length of your arms and legs
Though I gave your clothes away
Your memory will never be erased
Misplaced, or altered in anyway
Everyday is a struggle
Thats why everyday
I am on my hustle
Trying to make a way 
to succeed
Trying to maintain my sanity
Can't make others remember you
Only I can uphold your legacy
to them you will always be there forgotten Valentine.


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Save A Child

   

The very saddest thing the saddest of all,
     Is to see a little small child starving and waiting for death to call.
And see it’s momma pleading with her eyes hoping someone will help her child.
     While we sit here obese with our plates so full, how high the food is really 
piled!!
Our world is so unbalanced and so unfair,
      There is enough to go around but we have to share.
If every person could hold a starving child as it draws it’s last breath,
      And have that child look into your eyes with hopes you have come to spare it 
this death.
I think maybe then we would all reach into our jeans,
     And share what we’ve got so none of us has to witness this scene.
I pray that peace and happiness fill every ones heart,
     And that we all dig a little deeper and let this gift of sharing grow from the start.
A starving child is no ones enemy,
     And pity won’t feed it or set it free.
If you can help and you don’t that is like committing a crime,
    I pray you and yours never experience this sadness and that it can be stopped 
in our lifetime.
Send what you can I know you’ll be blessed,
     Help that little child please give it your best.


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.


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The Loss of a Child

Feeling hopeless with nothing inside
My spirit crushed and left out to dry
I have no words that can possibly describe 
My emotions overwhelming and nowhere to hide

Emptiness encompasses my collapsing soul
I can hardly breathe…
My heart it’s bleeding like falling rain
This loss is suffocating me with immeasurable pain

If you have not lost a child you will not understand
Only members of this club can comprehend
It’s not a club that anyone wants to belong
But if it happens to you then you won’t be alone  

Then along you came when I needed you most  
A blue balloon, my symbol of hope
You came to me in my greatest despair
You put a smile on my face now I know you’re still there

You gracefully, moved around me with a purposeful deed
You show me that you’re still here, in my time of need
Your spirit shines like a rainbow in my heart
It brightens my life when I feel a bit dark  

You are my sunshine, my beautiful child
I’ll never be lonely, with your spirit by my side.


Written by 
Vicki Darcy
2014.


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A Child Of Mine

( A CHILD OF MINE )

I’ll lend you for a little time a child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives and mourn when he is dead,
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?

He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, but should his stay be brief,
You’ll have his lovely memories, as solace for your grief,
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.

I’ve looked the 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 him all your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?

I fancied that I heard them say: Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness: we’ll love him while we may,
And for happiness we’ve known forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him much sooner than we’d planned.
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.”


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Emile

When he came into the world, 
   The child that came too soon, 
He had nothing but his innocence
   And was blameless and so true.
         But he never felt the warmth’s
      Supposed to nurture someone
         Of as young an age; 
That was life to him, 
   Sad as it may seem.

Pain tattooed on his skin
   Designed as bruise and scars, 
Too harsh a punishment for acting
   Like the child he was; 
         And to think it’s only been
      Just four years that he lived
         Within the world he knew, 
He had to end it all, 
   He had to leave so soon.

      Oh, father and mother dear, 
            He’ll never understand
         Each searing heat stubbed in his skin
               Or each cracking leather slap.
      Yes, he had to cry a tear
            To soothe the pain all through, 
         Like a fading candle’s wicker
               Slowly burnt out into soot.

Now I say to you, my child, 
   May Peace now be with you.


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A Death in the City

Through the blue and frosty heavens 
Far-off stars were shining bright; 
Glistening lamps throughout the City 
Almost matched their gleaming light; 
While the winter snow as lying, 
And the winter winds were sighing, 
Long ago, one frozen night. 

In one house was dim and darkened; 
Gloom and sickness and despair, 
Dwelling in the gilded chamber, 
Creeping up the marble stair, 
Even stilled the voice of mourning - 
For a child lay dying there. 

Silken curtains fell around him, 
Velvet carpets hushed the tread, 
Many costly toys were lying, 
All unheeded by his bed; 
And his tangled golden ringlets 
Were on downy pillows spread. 

The skill of that mighty City 
To save one little life was vain - 
One little thread from being broken, 
One fatal word from being spoken; 
Nay, his very mother's pain, 
And the mighty love within her, 
Could not give him health again. 

So she knelt there, still, beside him, 
She alone with strength to smile, 
Promising that he should suffer 
No more in a little while, 
Murmuring tender song and story 
Weary hours to beguile. 

So came an angel, slowly rising, 
Spread his wings, and through the air 
Bore the child and, while he held him, 
To his heart with loving care, 
Placed a branch of crimson roses 
Tenderly beside him there. 

While, with tender love, the angel, 
Leaving o'er the little nest, 
In his arms the sick child folding, 
Laid him gently on his breast. 
Sobs and wailings told the mother 
That her darling was at rest. 

In the churchyard of that City 
Rose a tomb of marble rare, 
Decked, as soon as Spring awakened, 
With her buds and blossoms fair - 
And a humble grave beside it, - 
No one knew who rested there. 
_______________________________


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Myrtle

It was at our gate
A tree the bloomed white rose
And bore velvet leaf
That type of thing that makes a child believe in fate
I mean the sweet scented kind
Like a woman's skin covered in oil
One day I stood there again
Long after my father fell asleep
Leaving me like an abandoned child
My heart was cloyed with grief
And like a child I weep
For love I had taken for granted
Was gone
The fence had fallen too
And I was forgotten
At the forgotten gate
Where the myrtle rose grew.


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Judgement Day

Uh oh! Its coming, its near!
Run for your life get out of here!
For if you stay, your eyes will rain tears,
While trees laugh off there leaves.
And the sky no longer can breath.
Oh No! The sun has washed off its shine.
But look your still here, why?
You stay even when clouds die, and bury from the sky.
Runaway like the midget mouse, don't turn back no more!
The ground cracks up at jokes behind you bleeding fiery gore.
And yet you still stay answer me why? 
Then He said "My child it's time, My child its time!)


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FlashBacks

Today I fought back many tears,
Reflections of yesterday brought many fears.
I had to recertify my CPR skills.
This brought back memories that wasn’t a thrill.

For November 7th was an awful night.
Just one month ago Jeremiah lost his life.
Being the first ones upon the scene,
My husband and I worked as a team.

Assess, alert and attend we did.
To a small child that was found within.
Laying there motionless in his mothers arm.
Why a small child who had done no harm.

It has been four months now since that awful night.
Yet the memories have not faded nor gone out of sight.
Flashbacks come back time after time.
I just pray for healing for this troubled mind.

       poem started 12-7-2007 finished on 3-15-2008


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Mother Nature

Mother Nature
Say mother Say mother…
Can you see your child flowing in the wind?
Blowing in the dust and crack and smelling like nothing but must
In the mist of troubles put shot guns to baby brains
By taking out their parent and given them a ward of a life to maintain
Given birth to a child that derange in the brain
Amp to bring innocence low than bring them forth on down
Instead of making you proud 
I do things that so wild 
Like giving diseases to a child
Molest the youth
With more than physical but with mental abuse 
Will all this goodness torture you? 
Or would it be even better 
If I was to infects myself with AIDS 
And go on out and give it to every nigga who likes to get laid
Cause in a way I no they would go out the in give to another
So all my goodness would smother 
And hover over the innocence 
Easily I can let my brain play like Monopoly 
Go to each community and spread bullets through each Property
No ‘I’ll go out there in put fire to your trees 
Burn every forest so one day no body and bereave 
Yes mother yes mother I’m your enemy 
And you and father create billions of me
Say mother Say mother 
Can nature be?
Can nature defeat me? 


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It's not fair when a child dies

(This is a fictional poem)

I'm a pediatrician and today one of my patients died.
When I told the parents, they fell apart and cried.
I felt so sorry for the parents after I told them.
I did all I could for their son but I couldn't save him.
I've lost about ten kids over the years.
I feel so helpless when I see the parents burst into tears.
When I'm able to save a child, I feel really great.
But when I lose a child, it's something that I really hate.
I know that I'm not God, I know that I can't save them all.
But when each child dies, it makes me a little more bitter and appalled.
I can't save them all but I sure do try.
It's not fair when a child dies.


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Falling Leaves

A tumult of orange and russet hues,
the falling leaves of Autumn glide,
trajectories swirled in a northern wind,
to lie untended, cast aside.
From slate grey sky weeps pregnant rain,
peppers the earth with angel tears;
on the border of Winter's icy promise
the memories strip away the years.
Golden reflections fix the eye
on an innocent child of infant grace,
at play in a world of faraway dreams
in a past that is now a foreign place.
Taken too soon like the falling leaves,
veiled in a curtain of angel rain,
bestowing upon the ones who loved
rough justice of timeless hurt and pain.
Yet through gentle tears and loving smiles
a heart beats in an Autumn gale,
for the soul of a child is a sacred prize
and in love, down the years, will forever prevail.


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Nothing

I am nothing 
The child of the deep dark world of depression
The child of suffering
The child of suffocation
I overcome my fears through acting like they don't exist
To place them under a rug to keep hid
My weaknesses will one day throttle me to death
I am in charge of the misery in my head and the pain in my body
My future is to find a way out of this horrible world
To make all realize the pain caused and damage done
And finally come out with all emotions I feel 
About everyone and everything


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Another Soldier

Another soldier went home with God today
He said goodbye along the way
Another proud man left his mark
As God took him away

Another Mother, cried the angel's tears
As the men in green confirmed her fears
Another Mother sat down and prayed
for her only son who went home with God before he was through

Another child sat and cried
As she held the flag and held it with pride
Another child said goodbye
Because Daddy went home with God today
and she didn't understand why

Another soldier died today
God took his hand and led the way
For he left behind angel's tears
That will hold his memory
Forever dear


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Forgotten

A little child stands alone
That child has no where to go
With just a trash bag
To hold all her belongings
She is sad and lonely
As she looks up at the house once hers
She cries and cries
Missing her mother and father
But they were long since gone
They had forgotten their child
The little one they had called their own
Is now forgotten with no where to go


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The Picture

Look at her
So happy and alive
Not knowing the child should be 3 months
The one she couldn't have

The only tether to life
Another child of 3

can't die yet
Must live by rote

Aching to be her once again
The picture falls from my hand


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unwanted

unwanted child sitting in a room,
thrown away like a dirty dishrag that's been used
she feels discarded and unwanted 
alone in her room she sits there crying
feeling depressed she thinks about 
killing herself but thinks that's what 
they want me to do. I'm not going to
give them what they want.
she wonders if they will care
if they will cry or come to her funeral
or if they won't have a care in the world
once she's gone and out of the way
she feels like an outcast alone in the world
you wouldn't know it because she hides it
with a smile and has lots of friends
it seems like nothing is wrong but deep inside
she despises the world, she can't stand it anymore
and wants to leave it behind and forget 
her troubles and pain.

The next morning they found her note and
her body ling next to it
saying how she felt and why she did it, incase they where wondering
From above to her delight she was those who had
cared about her, but she wasn't alive to feel it.
unwanted child found someone who cared but, 
it was to late for her....


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Child of Death

Listen Listen the winds a song 
It plays for you child all the long
Come away oh human child 
To the firey depths of the wild
With the demons hand and hand
They will take your soul to a darker land
Oh child of day child of night 
I sip the blood with such delight 
Come with us do not delay
Eternally we shall play and play
Die to life drink the light 
Learn to fly in darkest night
The demons have a hold of me 
They will trap my soul for eternity
The child is swaying the tides are turning 
The hungry demons hearts are burning
Believe them not their evil lies
They only want the child to die
Break its ties leave its home
Condemned souls must eternally roam
Choose your way do not delay 
We have many more souls to steal today
Oh joy we have done it again 
Tainted the children destroyed the men
Won their hearts with tales of old 
Painted pictures of streets with gold
But to the truth a lonely death
That you must face in lifes last breath
For he comes the human child 
To the firey depths of the wild
With the demons hand and hand
Trapped forever in the darkest land


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Abortion

ABORTION
I cant be no mother
I’m not mentally, emotionally, or physically ready
I’m not steady
My mind is shaky
A child will break me
Suffocate me
Lately ive been playing child games
My child’s name is mistake
I have so much at stake
I cant be no young mother
I just turned legal
It’s the demons that got me screaming 
I AINT READY
I AINT READY
I’m only 18 I AINT READY
Not yet a woman well not in the mind
I wanna resign from this position
A parent is not my decision
Its gonna be a collision
I have to wait for his decision
And he wants it
But I cant handle it
9 months
I cant spear that right know
My tears are flowing right know 
This is to big to for me to handle 
A life when mine aint even right
I barely know what im gonna eat tonight
This child this person in my stomach is bigger than life
And I cant handle anything bigger than my life
Lord I surrender tell me what to do
Cause im lost
I cant do it on my own
Only 18 wit no dreams
And I spent my last 10 dollars on jeans
And im suppose to do for something else
And I cant do for myself
No job
No one to help
Baby daddy only gonna do what he want
But I cant go out like that 
I cant take this no more
I gotta be a killer
I have to do the right thing 
Cause I cant fulfill this child’s dreams
Yall might think im wrong
 But this is right for me
 Cause I cant be no mother
Not me
Not today
I cant be no mother 
Not today







By: Tania Steed