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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 | Dramatic monologue | |

In The Chill Of An Open Door

 
Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor
startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought
that often tracks me down in a beam of  light---
Today it streams through a  window, where everything seems marred,
by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf.

Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light, 
I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now,
and many times that I've knelt on a floor, 
to clean up my messes,...
praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness...
and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears

Raising a young family...a life so demanding...
Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin...
My father and children....my husband caught between...
It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough...
The time took a toll....why did it seem cold....as cold as the ice?
Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?...
A little while longer....

I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame?
Is it only the chill of the open fridge door?
       Or is it more?... So much more?

Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door"..........
          did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough?
Did I do all I could?  All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be?
Was I tough enough to watch someone linger,
                lingering on, I ponder it now...

Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,....
Now looking back.... black fades to gray..
but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today

A little while longer.....

                          I could have been stronger....





_________________________________________________________


Details | Rhyme | |

Soldier

I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.

“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.

I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.

The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”

I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.

I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.

I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.

It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.

That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier. 


Details | Free verse | |

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Mind

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


Details | Epitaph | |

Forever In My Heart

A million times I've needed you
A million times I've cried
If love alone could have saved you
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place
No one can ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you
But you did not go alone                                            
A part of me went with you
The day GOD called you home
Your precious memory is my keepsake
With which I'll never part
GOD has you safely in HIS keeping
But I have you forever in my heart


Details | Couplet | |

On The Moon

Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six

Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan

Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day

Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding

Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy.




04.11.2012
A-L Andresen :)  - A true story -


Details | Elegy | |

I Only Understand Now

We talked at length
The hours we passed
The life you lived
Oh the horrors 
So many men's live snuffed
Oh Arizona, a dedication
Whose souls be at rest
Amidst oily scum
And so many others
Sightless eyes watch
The world in disintegration.
Yes, you’ve seen
Many unimaginable horrors
Those only Man can inflict
You’ve grasped my heart
I watched you whither away
A hero by all accounts
God rest your soul
Oh gentle man.
God rest ye gentle man.
My heart aches
With your passing
Now I have your cherished one
She that you know
Rested in my heart
For years and years and years
The one that tended you
All that time
Oh yes, that woman of women
She is in my arms
Forever… my very first love
The thought of whose love
Brings tears to my eyes
Together… finally…
Forever.
Never
Worry…
Never
Forget…
Just so you know…

Semper Fidelis... you are my hero Donald Canan,USMC, WWII veteran Western 
Pacific... he told death to get bent. May God Rest your soul.




Details | I do not know? | |

Today Tomorrow Forever

                                 This day has come
                                 The day I've dreaded
                                 Dad I wish I could be
                                 in your arms once again,
                                  But I can only sit here
                                   and think of you instead,
                                I think of all memories
                                 we've once shared
                               I remember all your laughter
                                your love and your care,
                               when I needed someone you 
                              were always there,
                             But know my life is full of 
                             Emptiness and despair
                            Oh dear Dad you've been
                             gone almost a year
                             Still this pain is so severe
                            My heart is drowning in all
                              these tears
                          Consumed with all these
                           Rage and Fears,
                            wishing this was all
                              a horrid nightmare,
                         Your truly gone this I know,
                         I just want to tell you that
                         I still love you so, and I'll
                         hold on to your memories
                         I'll never let go,
                        For you were my Hero
                         You were my Dad,
                       you were one of my best friends
                       That a daughter could of ever 
                              had,
                        Now I know you're up there
                        and watching over me
                        with your beautiful spirit 
                        soaring so free,
                       I can feel your presence
                       always surrounding me
                      I just want you to remember 
                             Dad
                    That you'll always be
                    Today, Tomorrow, Forever
                    A Cherished part of 
                                             ME.....
 
                                             I STILL LOVE YOU DAD....HAPPY FATHERS DAY 


Details | Rhyme | |

Our protector in the skies

A friend, an uncle, a pawpaw, a father, a husband, a son
   These are a few of the titles you've earned
Precise, concern, loving, pride, hope, appreciation
   These are a few emotions from you we've learned

You as a friend
   Irreplaceable position
Your intentions so precise
   To have you back is what they are wishing

You as an uncle 
   A teacher and confidant
You always showed concern
   To have you back is what they want 

You as a pawpaw
   Always appear to be so strong
Always loving in your eyes
  For Logan & Lucas, having you is what they long

You as a father 
   A superhero, our eyes fill with stars
Holding us with pride in your soul
   You'll always be in our hearts although you seem so far

You as a husband
   Caused frustration but still showed love
Leaving hope in her mind
   She loves you, always watch her from above

You as a son
   Not much time was spent
But appreciation you learned
   To be with her is where you went

Now our eyes behold your pictures
   Our minds contain your smile
Our memories hold your laughter
   You'll be with us every mile

When harsh winds are blowing
   We will lend and eager ear
In hopes to hear you speaking
   Hear your voice that we hold dear

When it's dark and we feel frightened
   We can close our eyes
And you'll be right there beside us
   Our protector in the skies
 
In cherished and loving memory of my daddy: John L. Swinger
May you rest in peace, until we meet again
 Love, Miranda M. Lambert 
Originally written on : 02/12/2011 at 10:21 am


Details | Rhyme | |

Lessons

You taught me how to
     love and laugh
You taught me how to
          cry
You taught me how to
     Stand my ground
You taught me not to
          lie
You taught me how to
     follow my heart
You taught me how to
      Take pride
You taught me how to
     be prepared
You gave me wings to
          fly
But Daddy you forgot to
     teach me
how to say
          goodbye.


Details | Rhyme | |

Bouncebackability

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


Details | I do not know? | |

how do I say good-bye?

I walk in the house you made a home.
Now, it's only a house again.
I try to picture you there, but
it's only a dream within me.
What laughter there was
died years ago,
when God closed your eyes
and took your soul.
Deep inside
I know you're free,
but pity takes over.
You've left me.
How do I get passed
the void you've left ?
When in my heart
your memories are kept.
How do I move on
without leaving you behind?
How do I keep you in my heart
and not constantly on my mind?
When does the darkness go into the light?
When will the grass be green and
the sun be bright?
When will I look at your pictures
and just smile at what we had,
instead of crying
for the loss of my dad?
Will this grieving stop
someday soon?
Perhaps, if there's really 
a man in the moon


Details | Free verse | |

Do You Hear Me?

do you hear me
when I cry out
in the middle of the night?
do you hear me
when I grieve for
a brilliant light gone out?
do you feel me
when I long for your love
though your heart has gone still?
do you see me
kneeling by your grave
unable to pray?
do you still believe in me
where ever you've gone
and I'm here alone?
do you see me
gasping for breathe
since the moment you left?


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

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

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

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

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







Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Elegy | |

Sometimes I wonder..........

Sometimes I wonder.........
Where will I be when I get old
Who will love me for my soul
Thoughts of loneliness cross my mind
Am I running out of time?
It’s so scary in this desolate place 
Staring out a window into space
What have I done during my time here on earth?
Who will be waiting on me?  Did I earn my worth?
Life passes by really fast
Always thought my time would last
Thinking of my people that have gone on before me
Do they know…...Is that where they’ll be?
Remembering the last smile I saw on his face
Will I have to run his same race
Will they leave me alone to think of my time of the past
Or will they surround me to celebrate and have a blast
Pictures and memories is all that’s left
Tear after tear while I take deep breaths
Stones and lettered monument will be there for me
The sunshine and the storms pass while I sleep
In this narrow place I will lie
Unable to speak, unable to cry
Thy will is done and now time moves on
Who is next?  Who will be gone?
Sometimes I wonder…………… 


By  Johnnie Eaves


Details | Rhyme | |

No Fear

There is a place inside my head Where thoughts of other worlds will tread When I awaken from a dream Standing alongside a purple stream With a lime green cast upon the skies And a twinkling glimmer in my eyes Moons and stars that look so queer And a rushing sound within my ears I wonder if I should be afraid To be in a place quite so strange Roots of trees lying all around Whilst comes a rumbling from the ground There beyond the shivering leaves Many eyes staring back at me Out of the shroud of thickened mist On my hand is placed a gentle kiss The nerves of steel begin to fray With a restless feeling akin to dismay As a darkening shadow draws so near And yet still. I feel no fear. Suddenly aware of fields of green The most beautiful place I've ever seen A carpet of turquoise flows through the hills Mine greedy eyes can't get their fill With windows wide open to a soothing breeze Finding it's way through the forest of trees Leaving resonating echoes loud as a train As I felt a tremble inside my brain I hear whispers there upon my ear And yet still. I feel no fear The origin of such a beautiful song Grabbing my hand and pulling me along Oh it's the One who gave me life Father dearest with all your might Giving me the strength to let you go And become a part of the superlative show With a gentle hand once again to dry my eyes While I watch you capture such a glorious prize Deep down I can feel the time is near And yet still. I feel no fear Scattered pieces of a great full life Flash before mine deep inside A heart string is plucked to the tune of love Played by an angel sent from way up above While brilliant rays of light abound There I see you safe and sound Traveling back alone from where I came Crying buckets of tears like pouring rain Recalling the soft whisper you had to say "Be happy my child. We'll meet again one day." Feeling a presence always so near And yet still. I feel no fear


Details | Tanka | |

The Grand Staircase

Kept calling to him As he climbed the grand staircase Never knew he'd died I climbed but could never reach him Papa turned, smiled, waved good bye ~*~
BY: Annalise Brigham FOR: Michael's "Tanka Me A Dream" Contest


Details | Pastoral | |

Those Moments


        ******

I prefer to live in the
Ordinance of the Lord
Where truth and love
     Can be found
         ------
I long to Reverence
   In his Elegance
Where solutions' abode
        -Abound-      
In my Sorrowful Moment's
       Of need...
I-crave to see the light
    I pray to the Lord
             Everyday'...
To keep me threw the night

                   GF
'


Details | Rhyme | |

Alcoholic's Suicide

He sits there with a beer in his hand…
With residue from his last line on his nose.
No lights on in the house,
Because he’s always home alone.

To drunk to get up he urinates on himself.
But he can still get another beer.
He sits down and starts to cry.
He wonders why his family isn’t here.

He’s hung up on the past.
Things that could have been…
But right now he sits alone,
And he’s slowly dying.

He doesn’t even care about his daughter.
Who tries to stop him from drinking.
She cries and begs him to stop.
She sees him slowly sinking.

Soon he’ll lose his family…
Or more likely he’ll die.
It’s truly difficult to watch…
My daddy kill himself one beer at a time.


Details | Dizain | |

Bereavement Support

My Dad, a pretty ordinary man, Suddenly taken by a heart attack. People are offering all that they can, Cakes and hot casseroles we do not lack, Hard to believe the whole town has our back. Their kindness seems to be never ending The new normal of mine just keeps bending, Focus seems to be on us completely, Thoughtfulness and support, all are sending, Comments of sympathy made so sweetly. Sorry for your loss, just how old was he, Using this information did matter. I reply he was almost eighty-three, The mood changes, I hear idle chatter. Suddenly I feel a great deal sadder, Death is simply another part of life, You should be grateful and not feel such strife. He was old, did not suffer, I was told, My heart bleeds after the cut by this knife. Judging approval of death by age --- cold.
Written July 27, 2012 For Cyndi MacMillan’s contest “Do You Understand” Won 3rd place


Details | Elegy | |

O BELOVED MOTHER, O BELOVED SISTERS....

O beloved mother, o beloved sisters
departed from me, within years
of each other, to sadden my living;
I spend my days weeping...
reminiscing in my sorrow:
how we laughed together,
and faced another serene tomorrow,
knowing that sharing kindness
would bond our destinies
in ways so devoted and immense!   


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
I let the unconsumed joy of memories
take me to those yesterdays
to thank God for our existence,
when we enjoyed the gifts He offered;
yes, even the smallest of them 
were so lovely and precious!
And by watching how you faced death,
I admired how you became the bravest...
slowly letting go of what you possessed!


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
do you want me to continue crying,
or smile and console you with a future promise:
that soon we'll embrace one another
under the joyful eyes of our Creator?
Nothing foolish I will do to harm myself;
and wait I will 'till my end comes,
but until then my solemn prayers I'll recite
amid tombstones guarded by triumphant angels...
and bound for Heaven, I'll be smiling!


Details | Quatrain | |

As Far As I Can

Sore to the bone
Running on a drop of energy
Just gotta push through
I'll rest eventually

My shoulder has gone numb
But my body feels her weight
As if she's gotten heavy
Since her unconscious state

If I could, I'd stop right now
But who knows how safe it is here
And if I could even start again
I may fall asleep I fear

Soon my body will give up
But I'll make it as far as I can
And hopefully haven isn't too far
And I can put her in helping hands

Walking all day and night
It's hard not to think on past
And any thought I come up with
Has me struggling to hold sobs back

I've kept my ears open
Trying to focus on only sounds
But all I keep on hearing
Is my shoes crunch on foreign grounds

Bang. I hear it softly.
So far but still so near.
Bang. Another gunshot sounds
And I've collapsed in fear.

I close my eyes but another goes off
This time in a memory
And now I'm filled with rage
At how repulsive humans can be

My thoughts turn to my baby
Slipping off of my shoulder
I set her down and examine her
Bloodstained gown and skin colder

My worst nightmare but it can't be true
I listen in for her sweet breath
No. No No. No No. No No.
What's this silence? This isn't death.

This time I don't close my eyes
I see a sight that makes me sob
Memory of the last I saw my wife
And now my baby's with her mom.

Each one of us left covered in crimson
By a monster, a gunshot, a blow
Their death is the death of me.
This is as far as I can go.


May 2010
Inspired by Morris Gleitzman's novel "Once," a historical fiction about a boy in Poland
during the Holocaust.


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In Her Fathers Arms

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


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Poem For My Daddy

I can't believe how long it's been.
The time goes by so fast.
The pain, I try to keep within;
Those memories of the past. 
 
I've tried so hard to understand
Your motives of that day.
You made a choice to leave us and
Just went along your way.
 
I didn't know how bad it was
I didn't know your pain.
You never shared your thoughts because
You hated to complain.
 
When I was young, I worshiped you;
My hero; proud and strong;
Someone to tell my problems to
And teach me right from wrong.
 
I wanted to be Daddy's Girl.
I tried so hard to please.
And there was nothing in the world
To make that longing ease.
 
“I Love You” never crossed your lips;
I never heard that sound.
I guess it wasn't in your script;
Those feelings, too profound.
 
No “Honey”, “Darlin’”, “Sweetie Pie”
Was ever said by you,
Right up until the day you died,
I never had a clue.
 
Your work was always number one;
I never measured up.
My best, when all was said and done,
Was never good enough. 
 
In later years as you grew old,
You needed me much more,
My hero, who was once so bold;
Now hid behind a door.
 
Your sight grew dim, your strength gave out,
Your mind was not the same.
Your eyes were filled with fear and doubt,
And yes, a touch of shame.
 
I saw that you were growing weak.
At times, I saw you cry.
I tried, but was afraid to speak,
I never will know why.
 
The choice you made that fateful day
Is one I’ll never make.
Although at times I’ve lost my way
There is too much at stake.
 
How could you leave us all alone
To deal with what came then?
To tell my Mother you were gone,
Oh, where would I begin?
 
You took the choice out of God’s hands.
I guess you couldn’t wait
Until we all could understand
The meaning of our fate.
 
You had to know it would be me
Who found you, yes…it’s true.
Did you not care that it would be
How I remembered you?
 
You pulled the trigger on that gun
And ended all your pain.
Not caring mine had just begun
And always would remain.
 
I wonder if you’re happy now.
I pray that you’ve found peace.
I hope that someday and somehow
My guilt will finally cease.
 
If only I had been aware
Of what you’d planned to do;
A word; a touch to say I cared…
Could I have gotten through?
 
I think of you each day and night
I love and miss you still
Your memory still shines its light
I guess it always will.


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Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods


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Stone Flowers

Posted - 08/18/2005 :  16:22:45       


In north-west Indiana
on a meager patch of ground,
stone flowers greet the morning,
stillness there, no other sound.

I walk among the headstones
taking note of those I knew,
thinking about their loved ones,
how their courage saw them through.

There is no stone to guide me
to the one I came to see,
his ashes had been scattered
on a hill of sapling trees.

Thirty years have come and gone,
he would surely be amazed,
little trees, now fully grown,
all aglow in autumn blaze.

I stand in awed silence
as the sun comes streaming through,
my Father was my best friend
and the greatest man I knew.

 


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Only God Can Answer

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


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The Bottomless Pit

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

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

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

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

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



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A faded leather notebook

A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read
  Was never far away from where he slept
The book that she had written since her love was but a seed
  A book so full of her he always wept
She never let him read it and he teased her every day
But now he held her poems as he missed her every way

Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams
  Each verse is filled with him in every line
His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams
  Each day another step on his decline
She was the only reason that he woke up every day
The woman that he loves and now he misses every way

He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet
  But never could he read beyond the first
For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet
  With every word he thought his heart had burst
She had written in the notebook at the end of every day
And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way

And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands
  He'll never read the verses of her heart
But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands
  His father never had the strength to start
He will treasure all the poems that were written every day
They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way


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Average Age 19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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



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Illegal

I climbed over trepidation
poverty's barbed wire night
torn by your prosperity
my one change of clothes
thirsting for a drop of civility
on a deserted desert road
Scorched by hell’s kitchen
fed to death’s desiccate dawn
I swallowed shards of sunshine
pride's perilous knives
for one chance to be an American
to provide for my family’s illegal lives
My eyes staggered with exhaustion
my ruptured lips too foreign to cry
I kissed a picture of my children
the withering smile of my loving wife
wondering if anyone would tell them
I died drinking liberty's light


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A Dark Tale

I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell
Nothing could scare me it didn’t matter, on this teaching I never did dwell.
I wondered why one dark night, again begging for sleep.
No fear of death of dying no foolish promises to keep.

It was then I found the answer as I slipped down through the floor
Could this be a dream or am I now no more.
Has death come upon me, I feel the air exude from my chest
Through eons of time yet seconds, maybe days or years at best.

Before me an evil thing but there are no brimstone and flames
“Now we will see this hell you mocked and you will know my name.
You never flinched about the hell threat but you are now here
Not only that I am your father and now you will know real fear.”

He breathed in deep; my skin scorched, it left my body in one piece
The agonies, I must be dead my skin floating in front just like a fleece
My muscles sinews and skeleton were all that I now had
“I thought you were my father I screamed you can’t treat me this bad.”

A thousand legions of devils all came round mocking me
Each breath they turned my way seemed to rip parts off of me
“You will learn to master them but until then you have to pay
You start at the bottom in this work.” then the hounds of hell did bay.

“To inflict the tortures required to give me the satisfaction
You must first suffer them all, that is my attraction.
When you have suffered them all you will know what to do
My work will be in your hands this is my legacy to you.”

“But how can you be my father?” I screamed as the hell hounds tore at me
“My mother was the sweetest woman on earth and all around could see.”
“Ha! I am the devil why would I want a whore,
 They are already down here; it was sweetness I searched for.”

“Your mother scorned me, she did not believe in all the hellish games I play
So I showed her my powers and you are with me from this day.
You should have listened to the teachers teaching of my home called hell.”
He waved his finger at me and the screams I could not quell.

Now I wish I had listened and taken an earthly fear
It could have made a difference, I may not now be here.
I take delight in dismembering and gouging out the eyes
Flaying the skin off the ungodly, yet I do it for a prize.

One day I will rule this place then my turn will come
I’ll leave this underworld one day and do what my father has done
I’ll take a woman for my wife the sweetest there ever walked
And pass on my inheritance to the offspring that hell balked.
©~GG~23/07/2012

 


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14 years ago

Death,
thou boisterous ancient foe,
you crept in surreptitiously,
and bore a hole in our hearts.
It's 14 years now,
14 years of longing.
For seven years, the torrential rain battered us,
and we almost succumbed to the intensity of the rain.
Then,
a Moses arose,
lion-hearted damsel
and the lineage was rescued.
Father, I ache and bleed daily,
as I remember your tilling and planting seasons.
You planted many seeds in us.
Father, a little seed has sprouted,
and has borne many fruits,
succulent fruits indeed.
I wished I could give you a bite,
Alas,
the curtain was drawn 14 years ago,
and now you are a complete dust.
Adieu, my father!
Adieu, the muse that brought out the poet in me.







The pain, grief and sorrow that I felt after my father's death forced me to look for a way of expressing the pent up emotion of anger and sadness; poetry gave me the answer. Over the years, I have fallen in love with poetry and no one can break the union


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Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


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Wisps

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

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


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Did I Remember To Tell You Daddy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loving you and missing you always
Your baby girl


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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


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


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holokauston Page 1 of 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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A Little Hill in Arlington

A Little Hill in Arlington

There’s a little hill in Arlington
Where no bodies are interred
Yet crosses dot the hillside
And Taps are sometimes heard

Unlike the Unknown Soldier
With “unknowns” in the ground
This little hill in Arlington
Is for soldiers never found

I grew up without a father
He was gone when I was four
Flying for the Air Force
Back in the Korean War

His plane was ore’ the Azores
When communications ceased
The search went on for days and days
They never found a piece

My mother raised four children
Each day she learned to cope
She said until a body’s found
We’d never give up hope
The years went by just waiting
And my mother, bless her soul
Held on until her very end
To a grieving widow’s role

For fifty years we children
Had no resting place for Dad
No gravesite and no marker
No closure ever had

Then on little hill in Arlington
Where no bodies are interred
We raised a simple white cross
Dad’s Taps were finally heard

My big sister got the folded flag
And we all shed the tears
That had been bottled up inside us
For all those fifty years

Now Dad, he has a resting place
With other fallen sons
On a quiet little hillside
Right here in Arlington
 


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An Unfair Ending (Edited for space limits)

His face, withered, gaunt
His eyes cloudy, filled with a haunting vacancy
His voice weak , shallow
Seldom spoken these last difficult days

His hair is white and thin
His skin, so delicate and discolored
The strength has left his fragile body
And he lies, waiting

Yet I remember the man who was my Father
In my youth, so tall and strong
His eyes a deep blue with a depth of the seas
Thick, wavy, black hair tousled about his head

He walked with an unaware arrogance
Never knowing that all eyes were upon him
This handsomest of men, beautiful, confident
No one could match his brilliance, his seductive air

Unconscious, innocent of the power he possessed
The command he held with peers, a leader of men
A bright star in the universe, a life spent searching for answers
Politics, Economics, Religion…his battlegrounds

Yet, with all his perfection
He remained kind and true to all
Generous, loving; never an unkind word
A light for all who knew him

But the cruelty of life is worse for some
His body wracked with an unforgiving disease
Seizing him, slowly at first…a tremor
Then completely, leaving him helpless

Dependent upon those who had worshipped his strength
Lying in his bed, languished, weak
Nearly impossible to eat, difficult to drink
Each day descending further into darkness

Life’s cruelest blow to one so special 
Chosen by angels as their brightest star
So blessed to have loved such a man
Still loved, but pitied for the terrible loss

For such men were never meant to suffer this fate
To fade each day, closer to oblivion
He would never have chosen this
Broken, suffering silently in stoic resignation

Pride now replaced with painful gratefulness
He tries to manage a smile
His rigid muscles fighting the instinct
For he spent his life smiling

But old age has given him no peace
No time to reflect on the legacy he leaves
He waits as life deals its unjust ending
For one who was so great, so good

I hold his cold, thin hand in mine
Holding back the tears that burn
I will remember him, the Father whom I have loved
I see him walk away, wavy black hair, a cute little wink

As he leaves this tired shell, worn, used up
Once again becoming the unbroken man
I see him strut again, his quick, bouncy steps
As he climbs the ladder to the heaven he has earned

I hear the trumpets of the angels
Welcoming their special creation
A man of compassion and ideals
My Father, My Daddy…How I will miss him


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The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb





Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

No second glance

There I stood, barely nine
as he was taken in the light of day.
A prisoner of fate was I, given no sign,
to witness his limp body bruised lay,
yet as adult walked away from his shrine. 

There I stood, steeling my stance
for the sake of my silence
as children mocked, giving no chance.
From solitude I drew my resilience
and gave no second glance. 


Details | Quatrain | |

Danny's Song Upon the Death of His Grandfather

When crashed to earth that mightful Oak
O'er that long. a'frighted night,
His tears did so high homage speak
As to slumber passed his Light...

Shoulders small, no more host to hands
Whose tender firmness helmed
Their little lad, and life, and joy
In eternal love enrealmed.

Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste
With heart beset and stormed,
His soul a stone-turned edifice
Then from parched dreams was formed

A kind but spectral silohette
Up from the nighted sands,
As boyish eyes enlivened gazed
Once more upon old hands...

They held a heart which yet did beat,
"For you, my bonnie Dan!
I'll love you from Forever, boy,
And in Love, live as a man..."

Ah, but dream, for now he wakes-
But so curious a thing!
For in his grasp there rests some sand
Which waking did not bring!


Details | Lyric | |

So

So
WLM
Wilncrazy555
May 10, 2011

I love you so 
And in this lifetime you will never know
The love in my heart 
Has been there from the start
The first time on metrodate
The site of our union
We always had our ups and downs
But we weathered through the obstacles
To where we are today
And each day from here forward
Until the precious Lord takes me away
To the place of glory and contentment
But even in Heaven I will be
Watching over you and guiding you
To find the perfect image of me
To carry on the traditions of glorious marriage
Which you will not be deprived of 
While you are still young and beautiful
Which will never change?
For you beauty is endless to mine eyes
For the time being while I am still with you
I will always love, honor, and cherish
Beyond imagination and comprehension
You are my queen and the mother of my children 
Who will grow into the years? 
From youth to adulthood
Knowing they have always been loved
To the fullest extent imaginable
From this day forward
I pray these things in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Amen

Chorus
Our father is always there
He knows in our hearts what we need
He guides us in our daily lives
Our father he will always be


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | ABC | |

In my Heart You Will Always Stay.

                           In my heart you will always stay.But I know your there
                           watching over me.I know your by my side.But I still
                           miss you.Just because I can't see you.I know your
                           there.You whisper in my ear and say your still my
                          little girl.But I know I will see you again.


Details | Free verse | |

The Dead Vintner's Diary

I wake-up to a sudden wail
probably, someone passed away
 
the whistles of the melancholic tune 
of the passing winds made
 
a woman weep, as the angels trumpet 
in no tune now chanting in unison 

without reason in the midst of 
forgotten tombstones, of marble 

rubble, where in silence lies 
the diary, in which the secret of growing 

vines could be found, the gardening 
ways of the ancient gods, yet 

in flick of time the vineyard will not
be the same, as the rake stand 

rusting as days go by, and his 
epitaph, engraved from own sweat 

and blood has revealed that the sweet 
wine, the true essence of his spirit

the glory that he had kept 
for years, is nothing, but me…


Details | Couplet | |

Birth Of A Child

A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.

She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.


Details | I do not know? | |

Cousins in love

(This poem is based on a movie I saw.)

It was tragic when two teenagers died.
They couldn't be together so they committed suicide.
They were cousins and that's why their parents kept them apart.
They decided to end it all because of their broken hearts.

The parents forbade their relationship because they were in love with each other.
They decided that they wanted to die because they couldn't be with one another.
Now their parents are all tore up inside.
They'll be in misery for the rest of their lives because of their kids suicides.


Details | Elegy | |

Carolynn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballad | |

life in america

 HAD HER REALLY FEELING LIKE THAT SHE COULDN'T GO TO SCHOOL   
in            her heart i n her body she froze  mevmerize by the  time that she had to 
into her body man that dude


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hear You In A Photograph

It's been a lifetime since I heard your voice
Most times I can't recall
Your Laughter and whispers became foreign to me
Behind my memories walls

Too numerous nights when your face haunts my sleep
That I struggle to hold to the last
Fighting to save what my minds eye has seen
A myriad of years in the past

Was it so long ago that you passed from our lives?
Laid down for your final sleep
It feels so close although far from my grasp
You have been the one treasure I keep

I've searched out your life and the people you've touched
The legacy you built over time
Trying to resurrect you in some practical ways
Weaving their memories with mine

For twenty five years I've stared at your picture
Recounting each day remaking each choice
If I search deep enough in those eyes long extinguished 
It nearly whispers a trace of your voice


Details | Quatrain | |

Dad

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

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

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

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


Details | Elegy | |

Everyday Regrets

        Every Everyday I feel the same old mistakes brushing up my leg and heading 
striaght for my heart. Trying make me sting... stupid memories, I can't shake them away 
and they just make me feel everyday regrets. I knew you were leaving, I could feel it 
inside. Yet it seemed like life just kept moving on... it never let me stop for a minute 
to see how you were doing and I blame myself for not saying good bye. Sometimes I cry 
when I think about you... sometimes I wonder why I didn't just go see you. One more 
mistake and my heart keeps on aching. I'm not ready for this but even so it kills me. 
Everyday regrets about the times i'll never forget and the things I never got to say. I 
know your looking down on me trying to console me but in my mind everything went wrong 
and I wasn't even there... you just passed right along and I couldn't even hold your 
hand. I wanted to be there... I had grown up a lot since this ever ending roller coaster 
ride and just as I was getting off the dizziness still hadn't worn off. You were taking 
away in the middle of the night... I wasn't even there and that makes me sad. I didn't 
hear you voice... I didn't show any remorse and it hurts me deep inside that I will never 
see your heart beat again or see you talk to me like you used to do. Everyday Regrets and 
I keep on blaming myself in a story that just won't ever end and will continue until I 
see your face again. I won't forget, I will remember... I disappointed you and that's all 
I can say for now goodbye is hardly the words I ever wanted to say. But now your gone and 
i'm living with everyday regrets.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Messiah

Something breaks inside this musty beggar.
As he awakes to see he's on 6th Avenue.
Where he sat and sang and endured the weather.
Where he sat and sang and sung the truth.
But the world didn't view things the way he used to. 
And couldn't seem to make them believe. 
The way that he saw things. 
The way that it should be. 

But I heard him play, like holy water.
And it opened up my eyes.
This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah, in disguise.
And I will sadly sing these awful songs. 
That were made in his design.  
Like music he sang all along.
Like music that's divine.

But Then his lovely daughter died. 
And he couldn't handle the grief.
He wrote one last sobbing song. 
And they found him in week.
Huddled in inside an alley-way.
Where he died inside his sleep. 
Dreaming on his daughter's eyes. 
Dreaming that he weeps. 

And now I'm singing songs about his daughter.
That brings a tear into to my eye.
This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah in disguise. 
So I will sadly sing these awful songs.
That were made in his design.


Details | I do not know? | |

Slow

Slow was the logo he had been wearing since he was born.
Born into a world of poverty and scorn. They look at you funny when your mom is 
destroying her fetus and it's not even born yet. 
9 months of pain in a bubble of insanity. Slowly fading. She didn't know how much you 
were going to be. 
So when the day came and she lied down on the table screaming and breathing. Cussing and 
fussing. Wondering why she didn't keep her silly legs closed.
But then you come around and your eyes were enough to tame her. No more stripping to make 
a dollar, no more crack pipes she wanted to be the perfect mother. She raised you right, 
though she made some mistakes she was really trying. 
Your first day of school she held your hand and cried because you were becoming such a 
little man.
She didn't yet know the hardships that were to come. The boat was solid now but the waves 
were sure to crash it.
The little boy strutted to school he wanted to make his mother proud but he didn't yet 
know he was going to be made a fool. 
First day of class and he could barely read. Teacher's crucified him because he didn't 
know his ABC's. 
From then on he was labeled slow. Got left back in the 3rd grade for him their seemed no 
hope. 
He went from being so determined to blaming his mother, the stress so enormous she 
started the pipe again.
The boy couldn't imagine how much he had hurt her. But he knew hurt as well and for now 
he felt he deserved to be selfish. 
Kids teased him every day, stole his lunch money, called him " slow" and a dummy. He had 
no friends and one day he turned to his mother. 
He said mom why is that every day I go to school and they tease me and I come home and I 
tease you. But you’re silent, you don't ever belittle me. Why is that mommy? He stared at 
her with intelligence in his eyes. The mother was silent for a second and then she looked 
into her baby's eyes and said " Because to me you are golden and even though they might 
not see it I surely know it".The boy looked at his mother and said but how can I be 
golden that's not what anyone says they all say that I’m slow. 
The mother looked at her son and reached out for his hand and slapped it. Didn’t I tell 
you never to listen to what other people say it only matters what you think? What do you 
think?  
The boy gazed into his mother's eyes and said " I think I’m really bright, if you can see 
it and I can see it than that's all I need to know. The mother smiled as he left her that 
day the future seemed bright.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Father

Father I know your listening 
to all I have to say
and when you hear me whisper
I know you'll see my way
even when I'm grown-up
and wearing pretty clothes 
you'll surely even remember
when I was three years old
but those days have passed us by
and now that you are gone
I'll always see you smile
from dust till early dawn
your memories are with me always
as is the tide that waves
and when I'm there beside you 
I'll have so much to say.


Details | Lyric | |

Take Nothing For Granted

I deferred the words " I love you"
Until the morrows light.
Words, that from my heart,
I felt impressed upon to say.

For sure, "I love you",
Would have best been said that night.
Still I reserved ownership,
For perhaps some abstinent day.

Instead, from my vast reserve,
Grating words were launched to flight.
Words that once I'd spent,
Could never be recanted.

I had failed miserably,
At living life in the moment.
So, doting on another days sight,
I had taken our time for granted.

The next day's sun, I found,
Rose not for both alike.
Albiet the sky was blue and bright,
My day was overcast.

For from my life,
I allowed to slip, a love untold,
Now I'm forever yoked with regrets might,
Hard and fast.

Regret is felt always when it is too late.






























Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Love

When I was young I lost my love ,
When I looked to the sky I saw a dove .

Waiting and watching to see what was next, 
I saw the fish and heart and thought i was blessed.

The love that was lost is trying to find, 
A place in my heart and in my mind.

The Fish stood for Life that I knew was gone,
The Heart stood for love that I had for so long.

The Dove stood for peace and I knew right away ,
That the love that I lost was the love that would stay.


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






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Watching Over You

for my children

What is life but a rite of passage, an epigrammatic trial, 
A transient state, a walk through the trees, 
A stroll for a crooked mile. 
When it seems at last to be ended, finished, over and done, 
Such finality just an illusion 
For eternity has begun. 

Oh, I know you dwell on the nature of grief, the savagery of pain, 
And that tears may flow without end, 
And sadness will ever remain. 
But just like the source of the oceans, emotions or life-giving air, 
The fact that you cannot see these things 
Does not mean they are not there.

And I will always be here, in your blood and soul and mind, 
I am part and parcel of all that you are, 
Just seek and you will find. 
My love for you, my pride in you, lives forever and a day, 
No death can diminish such potency, 
Nor bury it's meaning away.

Reach out to me and feel for me and always know my name, 
For I will burn with a guiding light, 
An everlasting flame. 
As years will pass I shall remain a part of all you do, 
Wherever you are, wherever you go, 
Always watching over you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Kisses

Kisses can be powerful 
Kisses can change a little 
Girls heart to open and 
love the world once again.
Because she now sees how 
important the world is to
her and even though her
daddy is no longer living he
still wants her to know that 
he still loves her and that 
he thinks of her all the time 
and he watches out for her 
even when she's asleep. And
he wants her to be happy and
to be proud of herself and the 
world around her even though 
she thinks she can make it 
on her own in the back of
her mind she knows she will
need help and even though she 
may not agree with every thing 
there is to know about 
the world. but if there is 
one thing she can agree on 
it's that her daddy loves 
her with every kiss from 
the sky above. And every 
time the Wind blows it's 
her daddy talking to her. If
she would only listen a little 
closer she would be able to understand.


Details | Elegy | |

On His Death

My father was a prestigious man
So lugubrious he had to die
I was just at the age of twelve
When i was told he was away
Naive of why he committed the crime;
He took the life he never owned
He burnt himself alive
 
For nine years of my life
I have been in a battle
On why he killed himself
I remember me on his laps
Telling me sweet stories of life
I recall the songs he sings
To me in our own wordings
My father was a gift
For who will see no gift in a father?
Though never knew him to the brim
I knew i had a father
 
His death has brought me pain
To see me a fatherless soul
I know i have a gain
A destiny not to be wasted
I have an abode in God
I feel i am at rest
My father is late
But happiness dwells till date
My life is like a rose
Laid in the midst of thorns
And yet still blossoms
For when a father is lost
A father is surely found


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Details | Rhyme | |

When A Son Loses His Father

Now that he's without him
what is he working for
He had never truly realized
His dad drove him to want more
With working came acceptance
replaced emotions he concedes
and his father unavailable,
he kept his schedule filled with deeds,
When his father passed away
it broke him to the core
just learning he and his dad
had things in common they stood for
His dad had loved unconditionally,
despite his character flaws
and perhaps was thinking he'd call his son
when the winter thaws
but winters came and went
and neither reached to call
yet they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
His imperfect life with his Dad,
is now the oddest gift he treasures
He's vowed to be a father
for his sons to proudly measure
He says "I love you" to his kids,
and has being saying so for many years
then thinks of what he missed
with his Dad,
and it reduces him to tears
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
When a son loses his father
a part of himself fades into the light
as do the words he rarely stated,
like, "Dad, nice to hear from you tonight"
or picking up the phone to say,
"hi dad, did you just hear",
are calls he wished he'd made
while he wipes away a tear,
Now in a prayer he says, "I love you Dad", 
to the heavens he kneels and pleads
and wonders if his fathers knows
that his love's so strong, it bleeds
"Dad, in case you didn't know it,
I love you more than I can say
I always tell my kids I love them
I learned that the hard way,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay".


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Verse | |

I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

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Details | Free verse | |

Family Legacy

I met Uncle August on my honeymoon.
I was prepared.
“He won’t talk to you," my new husband told me. 
"He’s a cantankerous old man,
so don’t be hurt, he doesn’t talk to anyone.”

He was in his 70's.
I was 20.
He was ill.

He was right where I was told he would be,
sitting at a long wooden table in a large kitchen.
One that had fed large families
and farm workers
for decades.

His arms were spread out to his sides
enlarging his lung cavity
so he could breathe easier.

His head was hung between his shoulders;
a long crooked ash hung
at the end of his lit cigarette
between gnarled and stained fingers.

He looked up to me when I was introduced and he talked.
We talked and laughed,
nonstop,
for two hours.

Thirty-seven years later his nephew,
at his long wooden kitchen table,
elbows extended so he could breathe,
Oxygen snaking its way into ruined lungs,
head hung low,
trying to nap.

Was he remembering Uncle August?

Unable to breathe
paramedics took him away.
He never came home.

His children said their tearful goodbyes — 
and now they wait 
to take their place 
at the long wooden kitchen table.


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Daddy

"Daddy" the way I call my father
The man who loves my mother
The man who gave life to me
And the man who will risks his life to protect his family.

He's not showy about his feelings
But I know he loves us unconditionally
He gets angry when his siblings were hurt
And he makes us laugh the way he dances and tells us jokes

Now..he left us already
His silly jokes,crazy dance moves now were gone
Coz he went to a far away land
In a place where  hurt and sorrow has no place in man

I miss my daddy a lot
His voice,
His jokes,
His crazy dance moves
And his being father to us
I miss everything about him!

I know God has a plan
And I give everything into His merciful hand
Pls.take care ofmy daddy in heaven
Coz someday we'll see him again
And continue the sing and dance with him again...


Details | Elegy | |

Oh Death

Oh death!
Where is thy abode?
I want to pay you a visit!

You've caused me much pain
You make me cry all the time
Like a baby every now and then
You make every January
And every May
A month of sadness and sorrow

My father was a noble man
He toiled under the Sahara sun
The scorches were thick-skinned
To his succulent skin
Yet he endured the excruciating pains
To provide for us
You didn’t let him reap those fruit trees

Akunne was my Rainbow
He molded me into many colours
He was every shade of my being
He was my best teacher; preacher
And best friend that will exist no more
He nurtured me into wisdom
Bequeathed me intelligence
Infested my mind with adages; idioms
That I became old before I was old
With my wise sayings

My father was my mentor
He indoctrinated me into Marxism
I sipped the juice of non-materialism
I became antithetical to bourgeois
He was a leftist; a liberalist
I inherited his revolutionary code of belief
But in a different way; a soft one
His world was different from mine!
He thought me Keynes principles
He baptised me with the Keynesian Bible
I became an advocate of Keynes School of Thought
But a lot has changed now!

My brother was my best poet
His word usages made me
Call for my dictionary more often than I appreciated
His writings were extraordinary
His messages were magical
Sometimes mysterious to an ordinary head
But re-assuring when unraveled
Though he lived shortly
With his magical ink
He spelt out his life in his poems

Buchi was a physicist in the making
Summa cum laude already awaited
But you the invisible hand
Snatched him away
He was my best gentle man
Brimmed with smiles at all times
Even when hurting

At 20 you felt he had served
His earthly purpose(s)
You took him away
Though his sojourn was mysterious
He wasn't a coward;
For those who thought otherwise
He fought the unseen forces;
Wrestled the unknown demons;
Challenged the underground;
And he once conquered them
But you Grim Reaper
Pulled up with your caravans
When he was a weakling

Oh Death!
Tell me your abode
Let me call on you.


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My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


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For my grandfather

For my grandfather.

I can see you sometimes
though you are not here

I see your smile
that day when I was nine
and you told a dirty 
joke to a passing stranger
while we went for a walk.

I did not understand
the joke
but you smiled
and the stranger laughed
so I laughed too
and I have never forgotten
that smile

Some days I wish
I could see it
I mean really see it
not that my minds eye
doesn't do a good job

I just know that if I could
see it
really see it
that means I could 
reach my arms around you
and feel your stubble against my cheek

It would be a long hug
and there would be tears
and then I am sure you would quickly
turn them to laughter 

but I cannot wrap my arms around you
I cannot feel your stubble against my cheek
all I can do is remember

remember your smile
remember your jokes
remember you in your old jeans and older t-shirt
swinging on the back swing
or dozing in the living room with your head back
and mouth open

Sometimes I look at your chair
at the dinner table
and imagine you in it
and you look back at me
with that look you always had
that said I love you
I care about you
I am proud of you
and then you fade
and someone else
here with us in this life
takes your place

can anyone take your place?
can anyone fill your old black loafers?
I suppose not
but they can at least sit in your chair

and

we can all remember


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Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


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Smoking From the ones left behind

(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)


To all you smokers out there.

I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,

If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,

But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,

So many lives it takes away.

It really is a high price to pay,

Especially for the ones left behind,

The ones you love, so very kind.

They are the ones left with there hearts broken,

So many things left unspoken.

They are the ones, that have to nurse you night and day,

They are the ones, who sit and pray,

They are the ones left with the legacy of what you’ve done,

When you can’t breath, because of your lung,

They to would like a voice,

They to would like a choice.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Speed of Life

In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster

Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster

High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster

At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster

Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster

So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster

His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower


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Jessica McCord: Selfish Assassin

It was February 2002 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF No Way Out), that Jessica McCord and her then-husband, Jeff, killed Alan Bates and his new wife, Terra. Before their deaths, Alan "A.B." was in a custody battle against his ex-wife to have determined who'll have gotten full custody of their two daughters (born in 1990 and '92). The custody hearing might have taken place in November 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, WWF Rebellion, and WWF Survivor Series), but not until December 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF Vengeance), when the lady had spent that time in jail for skipping custody hearings more than twice. It seems that Jessica had disapproved of both of her daughters having the late Terra for their step-mother. the only two things that describes Jessica McCord are selfish and a coward. She selfishly pulled both of her daughters out of their respective schools, she hid them away so that her late ex-husband couldn't gain full access to them, and/or whatever. So, the fact that Jessica McCord had used her own daughters as a pair of pawns as if she's been playing a game of chess had made the late Mr. Bates, the attorneys, and Birmingham Police officers of Birmingham, Alabama, very sick. The lady, Jessica, was afraid that the judge would grant Alan and his new wife, Terra, full custody of the girls, so she and Jeff killed them; thereby dumping both of their bodies in a burned-down car outside Atlanta, Georgia (aka Hotlanta, aka Dirty South, and aka ATL). Jessica McCord may have tried to label her late ex-husband as a bad guy, but no one bought it, not even her in-laws, the prosecutors, and the judge. She knew that she and her husband were going to get caught; they knew it. And where is Jessica McCord as of February 2003 (WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown!, and WWE No Way Out/World Wrestling Entertainment's first 'No Way Out' pay-per-view event, ever)? She's in prison, along with her then-loser husband, Jeff McCord, serving a life sentence in prison with no possibility of parole. Ms. McCord should've gotten the death penalty, but that's the way the law works. And as far as the Bates family, the entire community of Birmingham, and the two daughters are concerned, prison is exactly where they belong. Well, it looks like the ghosts of Alan and Terra Bates will be haunting the two-then McCords for life. Let's hope that the Bates sisters don't suffer the same fate their father and step-mother did. And if I see the Bates sisters in person, there's just no telling.


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Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | Elegy | |

last dance

Last Dance
It was a beautiful day A day of celebration, a day of thrill It was the day of my sister’s 18th birthday The most waited day of a girl to be a lady and I? I was a girl that time and all I have to do is to Observe and cooperate And it was our most anticipated moment To witness that celebration and to witness our dear father as the first dance of my sister who was missing us for many years because of separation. Yet we didn’t know that, that would be the first and very last day of the year that we’ll see him His body was so thin His face looks sickly and heartbreaking He looks so different But he remained calm and at ease Michael Gan the first rose, He stands and overwhelmingly danced for my sister They turned and sway They dance like it was the last He was overjoyed Filled with different emotions Happy, touched, sad, missing us, and regretting His heart jumped over him He tries to catch his breath touching his own chest We hasten him to the nearest sickbay To salvage his life His precious life, my father Battling from death, loses his fight His eyes wide open, no air No movements, no smile because... It was his last dance


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Deathbed Sonnet

And even after all that time had passed;
            my moon had set above another sun,
it seems my heart was still at odds with past;
            my tongue at war with words I left unsung.

This bed of ardor caught between my teeth,
            will thus remain, and even grow post haste,
where all the while, there's nothing I'll bequeath 
            excepting flowers scent, above my waste.

And so it goes with every vacant beast,
            as twenty-twenty sees - I should have done!
I should have said; I should have been, at least
            a man awake to seed his endless sun.

And as the night descends upon my thought,
            remember son these words that, I lived not.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 11 09


Details | Couplet | |

Goodbye Granddad

Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate. 

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control. 

Just keep it together, it's what he would want. 
They all say the same, but I stand in front. 

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails. 

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season. 

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try. 

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss. 

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled. 

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease. 

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend. 

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core. 
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more. 

-Yours Truly


Details | Elegy | |

Treasures of my soul

The dear lost Grandmother
While roaming through my Memories
And thinking through and through 
And Trying and Remembering 
My First memory was You

A Withered frame once held your face
And transferred to my hand
Your backdrop gave angelic grace
My own image wet

So as I laid in feverish dreams
Without hope to live 
And just as soon as crisis cleared
I saw you in my sleep

I know you showed Idealism
Truly frivolous at Heart
Without a speck of Realism
And Debts stretched Far Apart

Your thoughts still glowed Very Bright
Complex Ideas flowed
And so with Great Illustrious light
Your Acumen had Grown

Dad knew your hair shone Flaxen
Your Eyes Great skies of Blue
Although there was no way
He could have known you

You die when he was still a Babe
Three months to be Precise
And Yet to him you still remain
Great Vision to His eyes

Soon after giving Birth to him
Or so I am told
You’ve fallen deathly mortally ill
While waiting in the Cold

And Patiently you waited
For One to take you home 
Just as my Father stated
The wait was just Too Long

It placed on you a dangerous strain
With Consequence Severe
With you receiving so late
We lost your Being dear

I wish he could Prolong your stay
But yet this isn’t true
And while You in Heaven lay
I always think of you


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 | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Elegy | |

IN MEMORY TO MY FATHER

written 23rd Oct 1997

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Message from heaven

God came down to earth today,
And said it's time to go, 
I'm sorry I couldn't stay,
I wanted to, you know.
I'm writing this from heaven,
Looking down upon you,
Please don't be sad or unhappy,
My time on earth was through.
When tomorrow starts without me,
Keep your head up high,
My body may have left, 
But my spirit will never die.
God has big plans for me,
A list of things to do,
Number one on that list,
Is to watch and care for you.
So wherever you may go, 
Whenever I'm on your mind,
Just remember you're never alone,
I'm always by your side.
When your sad and start to cry,
It will relieve some pain,
Remember, there has never been a rainbow,
Unless there was some rain.
When your day is finally over,
And your laying in bed at night, 
Ill be right there next to you, 
Holding you tight.
When your time on earth is up,
And your soul is finally free,
Don't be afraid, take gods hand,
He's bringing you home to me.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Dead Man

You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui


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 | I do not know? | |

Dear little sister from another mister

You’ve been thrown left and right,
Crying to yourself every night,
Thinking all has gone wrong,
& you won’t be giving up after long..
You’ve been heartbroken 
One
Two many times:
From old boyfriends,
To lies;
Father walked out,
Baby killed by mistake;
Your mom has disowned you,
But she still shows you lust…
Everybody knows the truth,
The pain that you do not choose;
They see what you show,
But see me…
I, T’Keyah Wilder,
I already know…
You’ve raped and thrown from left to right;
Crying to yourself every night;
Everybody saying they understand,
But you know you’re the only
One who knows your pain ;
On this land…
It’s a matter of time, 
Before you kill yourself,
Stressing yourself,
Hurting you and everyone else;
Blaming yourself for,
Mistakes not purposely made;
Crying every time you feel like you just got 
Laid,
You want the true love,
Love shown from the heart;
Honestly,
Coming from your big sister; 
I think you need a fresh start,
Easing your pain with nicotine;
I’m surprised you’re not 
Sippin lean…
I know it may be hard,
To forget about the past,
But there’s one thing;
I must ask from you and I 
Want this to last;
Promise me, you’ll try your best
To stress less,
& pray more…
Listen to God;
Put him above…
All;
We’re not close like we used to be,
But you know I’m just a phone call,
Away…
Not far from you..
But I wish you’d  realize,
This too…
Stressing is not working,
Cause death, the devil, lies,
& fear are lurking..
Promise me;
You’ll try to be the best you can be…
Dear Little Sister from another Mister!
<3 RiP auntie bby ; djF .


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Forever Changed

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

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

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


Details | Epitaph | |

The Way He Was

The background din
Heard in a silent room
Where life is slipping away
The tattered chairs
The medicinal smell
As a stoic life lays still.
 
The reflections of a life well-lived
The shadows of ebony and light
The heaviness of disbelief
   The relief of pain’s release –
   Leaves your soul to bleed.
 
The tall frame with silken hair
The voice that laughed so freely –
The hazel eyes that pierced my soul 
The lips that so gently kissed me,
The weathered hands that touched gently,
The arms that embraced the fear away –
 
On this day, one soul went home,
And another lost its way.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Raven's End

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

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

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

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

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


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


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Viking Death Prayer

With raised sword and shield,
The Norseman yells to Odin
The Viking Death Prayer*


 *  The Viking Death Prayer

Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,
My sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me,
They bid me take my place among them
In the Halls of Valhalla,
Where the brave shall live forever,
Where thine enemies have been vanquished,
Nor shall we mourn but rejoice,
For those who have died
The glorious death.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

One Sad Day

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Fifteen years ago when  my father died
To the hospital I carried him that ill fated day
The staff was caring for him so by his side I could not abide
Then very  swiftly to surgery he was  taken away
As I was eating, God spoke to me in spirit and I felt daddy brush as he went away

Contest: God, Ghost, and Love
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta


Details | Free verse | |

A Bullet and Justice

Scattered blood drops have scrawled
A modern picture on the toilet walls.
Her virginity and life bird have been
Smothered in the beastly clutches.

''Charm of that dimple smile,
O daughter, no drug can tranquilize me.’’
As the pyre burns on,
A gloomy father leans on the broken dreams.

Innocent justice gets
Brutally raped in court.
A lawyer’s tongue wrenches the head
Of justice to acquit that human shape.

The father in dismay fires at that cruel chest,
And evil blood flows into death.
Shackles lock his wrists, but
Justice sits on the bullet as on a throne.

FABIYAS M V


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 | Free verse | |

THE DUMBEST, SMART MAN

The dumbest, smart man
Has bent his last bow
Common sense he was lackin’
But, intelligent, no doubt

His I.Q. was genius
Human nature was low
So much still to learn
But, for him, time to go

He tought me mechanics,
Math, history, and how to fight
Now his fighting days are over
He went on wading to the light

So, I have a prayer
Dear God, it is for you
Please look after my Daddy
As I wish I could do

And thank you for the time
Well spent by his side
I will never forget
The way he lived with pride

-Miranda Lambert-
4/8/2011


Details | Ballad | |

My kiss from Heaven

My Kiss from Heaven

I used to have a Ouija board
I’d play with it for hours
I never really believed in it
I thought it had no power
It was just a novelty
To me, a piece of fun
Then once when I was playing it
Just before the day was done

All of the room went kind of still
And a silence touched my soul
It felt like angels were all around me
And my world felt kind of whole
My hand went whirring round that board
Like me, I could not stop it
I felt that I had no control
It disturbed me just a bit.

A message, well it seemed to come
It seemed to say to me
“Phone your father in the old country
And do it speedily”
So I did this, I phoned Mum up
She told me dad was sick
And If I wanted to see him alive
I’d have to get back quick.

Well I got back to see my dad
Then he died not too long after
I let him know how much I loved him
And we shared some tears and laughter
I ask, was this a kiss from Heaven?
It seems like this could be
All I know is I’m glad it happened
It changed my life for me.

11 September 2013 @ 1453hrs.
Peter Duggan.








Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Late Night New

Sitting in a chair and watching a movie I get a phone call,
She's dead, my little sister tells me, and I drop the ball.
you are really gone, I can't believe how this can happen,
You didn't have to go, I wish I could of dropped in. 

Hearing and seeing all the tears that are being poured out for you is very sad,
This day will be remembered in yours and you two little angels forever and that's not bad. 
Not being able to see you any more will be hard but ill think of something to occupy my self,
But till than tho, shine bright for our God and save me a crown a big shelf.


Dedication to: Alina Bukhanstova and her two little angels. 

PS: R.I.P, you will be missed.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



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


Details | Diamante | |

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Dr. Jekyll Diabolical, villainous Experimenting, killing, hating Murder, schizophrenia, man, husband Loving, caring, rationalizing Gentle, friendly Mr. Hyde


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Free verse | |

A Father In Love

PART I
The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes,
The new out born fruit of a long spend love,
Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin,
Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till the last breath.
Her thumb in her mouth, blowing, saliva flowing all over,
Her tiny grassy hairs and a sensational smile!
His mind throbbing with a pleasant paternal pain,
Oh, the enduring love! 

He curls her onto his lips, the roses of affection,
Fell on her bright cheeks and a spurt of emotions,
Through his blood, that glowed the heavens between
And his two round globes filled by a sea of passion.

“Come to me, my baby, my love, my little daughter….   
  My sweet little doll, 
  I will love you till my death…
  And I will carve a heavenly doll,
  For you to sleep with….My angel…”

The man thus became a father and a true paternal love
Flew through his heart, into the unknown worlds.
                              PART II
The enthusiasm of the youth, and desire for the taste of love,
Her tiny grassy hairs grown long,
The soft fabulous filaments of keratin hanging by her curves,
The dream of a girl, for a handsome prince haunting her nights,
And eventually flourishing into a full blossom shiny daffodil,
Her lips wet, her legs crossed, her red cheeks burning
And the sweats flowing through the blankets.
 Oh, the youthful pleasure! 

The ghostly love takes her into the world of souls
From there the memories of her father,
Pulling her back, into the past world.
The affection fought heavily with the gods, but, only in vain.
And the gods decided to keep in their beds, the beauty of hers.

Unknown of these realities, he opens the door
And finds his love fallen prey to the love of an unknown.
All his dreams to carve her a heavenly doll to sleep,
Perished only in the mightiest darks of the underworlds.
The life in his soul had gone and the bird shall sing no more…

  “Not yet, my love, not yet ….
    I haven’t died …my love ….I haven’t”
 
He fells on his knees and takes her into his arms,
Her head hanging down by his flexed elbow,
Her breast pressing hardly into his heart,
His face bends, lips on her forehead,
And his teethes hurting her pale feathery skin,
Tears of unfinished love dribbling from his spheres, her face wet,
He cries loud with no breath in-between.
                                THE END©Anees Rahman


Details | Free verse | |

Whisper's

                                      WHISPER’S

April rain fell like whispers on grass,
Soft and light like a half felt apology.
Dark clouds wafted overhead in shamed silence.
Distressed by a cold winter’s return. 
Daffodils wept and bowed in fading despair,
My Father’s favourite plant was slipping away. 
As my Father had done and now my Mother too
Lost to a world of cold whispers and sorrow. 

Dead flowers I had placed on their grave so light
Were fading like a memory, a star un-bright.

Still the rain whispered but failed to cleanse,
The grit of sorrow that inhabits my heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddys Coming Home

My Daddy’s coming home, he promised Mom and me
He told us not to worry; he was safe as he could be
He’ll wear his vest and helmet and stay out of the crowd
My Daddy’s in the Army and he serves his country proud
It’s just another tour he said like the ones before
My Daddy’s coming home some day but today he is at war

We didn’t hear from Daddy, though he said he’d call each day
My Mommy said don’t worry but let’s kneel down and pray
We thank God for our Daddy and to keep him safe and warm
Like he did the last time and back in Desert Storm
We tell God that we love him and that all we’re praying for
Is Daddy coming someday but today he is at war

We haven’t heard from Daddy; it seems for quite a while
We still kneel down and pray for him but Mommy’s lost her smile
Friends keep coming over and they pray with her too
My Mommy looks so tired and sad; I don’t know what to do
Today my Mom was crying when she hung up the phone
She said that was the Army and their sending Daddy home

I said let’s pray for Daddy and knelt down by her side
She didn’t help me with the words; she just knelt down and cried
I knew something had happened but I was scared to ask
I asked God to take over; he handles all those tasks
Then I got this funny feeling, my Daddy’s not alone
He’s with some fallen soldiers and God’s bringing them back home

My Daddy’s going home today like he promised Mom and me
Home to be with Jesus for all eternity


With Memorial Day coming up, I thought I would share this with all of you.  IF you 
like this check out my poems - A Little Hill IN Arlington and MIA Hill


Details | Sonnet | |

You Never Learn-Scars Left Behind

Dad is pushing up daisies today. He did away with himself on New Year’s Day. He lodged a bullet into his own chest. Less than a week later, he was laid to rest. Down to Atlantic City, you and Mom would roam. All our depressed father could do was stay home. You desired to dump more money in a casino. Dad pleaded with you not to go. What a horrible scene you witnessed with your eyes. Our father fashioned his very own demise. Of course, you were filled with regret. However, you too easily disregard and forget. Even that didn’t stop you from losing your money. Do you think destroying yourself is funny? Robert Pettit


Details | Rhyme | |

My Father's Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Grandpa

Pictures and moments stick
Past life sticks
The boy knows but cant see the light of 
the unknown picture of you grandpa.


Details | Free verse | |

Ice Rains

Why I am thinking of my father
on the topic of white snows
perhaps because he seemed almost Hispanic
in his youth, tanned, dark hair and eyes
but whiteness shone the day
he came home early
worry caught my breath in chest
and only in the morning
did the firemen come, taking him away.

Such heart spasms, clench us all,
yet snow falls so softly, unexpected
and ice rains even less noticed
they drip, drip, coating the roads
and only when we step too fast
skews our vehicle, ends us in ditch
new babies without parents,
stitches in our heads. 
The drips spire down the icicles,

coat the roses as buds, never to open,
and yet, sometimes, I wish to be inside
tasting the ice cold water like fire
turning blue to the ends of my limbs
in sleepiness, and setting ablaze 
my very soul, like a light, shine out as call
here, with me, all the memories
a blanket of witness to eternity
dripping into us experience’s minerals.

Who could do magic with a wand
headed with all of life’s power to hold?
Who could accept magic in waves
like the falling of snow, or wonder
that we escaped from death,
that we saw roses, saw the spirals
climb down from the sky as raindrops
and drip, drip, into our thoughts
all that began as white and ended.


Details | Pastoral | |

Christ Upon A Blessing



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A God for all season's
Encompass for only one reason
And that is to re-coup
For the blessings'
That some-how was lost
      ------
Fore on that very day
Christ ascended the Cross
      ------
Oh', yes
Their was a price to pay
And of that portion
It was paid that very day
When the face of baby
Christ Jesus,
Was set on display
As He laid stillness lay
Upon His tomb
      -----
Where non-believers 
Has since not seen Him
To this very day
      ------
While the common people
Simply stood by
Silently as they prayed
     He had gone
Much, much too soon
           - And -
Yet, their was no one there
To witness the affair
When He suddenly
Leaf the room
      ------
For the survival of man-kind
In order that not a single Soul
Be left behind....
He ascended the Heavens'
Where their was no love
Lost to be found
      -----
To be with His Father
Your father and mind
Fore it was His destiny
One of the requirements'
Of the Father of time...      
      ------
And a funny thing happen
It was needless to say
Thank God for eternal life's delay
      ------
Fore Christ of Jesus
A descendent from the Cross
Had paid for our sin
He accepted the cost
      
                GF


Details | Lyric | |

Why Daddy Misbehaved

I went down to the graveyard 
just to see my daddy's grave.
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
They say it was the whiskey
made my poor daddy misbehave.

Momma used to hollar, 
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
Momma used to hollar, 
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
But daddy he was quiet, yes
He was quiet as a mouse.

Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live, 
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live, 
He was just a low-down daddy
getting good at telling fibs." 



Details | Free verse | |

My Angel

I kiss her goodnight, two months to the day, and prepare the van, for an overnight stay.
The plan is, a family trip to the shore No thought of regret, can't open that door
Hours had passed, when I heard my wife's cry, I rushed to that cry, so to nullify
The fear in her eye's, I saw from the door, directing me toward, the horror she saw
Then I'm inside, on my baby's right side, I see she's blue, and I know what to do
The soldier inside, is trained to save lives I pumped her chest, and gave her my breath
I got on the line, all while keeping time, rescue arrives and, I hear SHE'S ALIVE!
We fly outside, to follow her ride, lights flash emergency, on the outside
There is no time to spare, when we arrived, we rush through the door, to be by her side
I Pray that my daughter, fought and survived, no words spoken, I can see from Doc's eye's
My heart hits the floor, and breaks deep inside, facing my wife, I can tell her no lies
We dropped at the door, our daughters no more, for she didn't survive, this ambulance ride
Now she's our Angel, we know this inside My family now four, will have to abide For picture frame contest


Details | Lyric | |

TO PAPA -Through the eyes of his little girl

Through the eyes of this little girl, to her Papa, no one could compare
Always dashing in grey and navy suits with a white shrt and burgundy tie
How she'd stare in awe, wide-eyed; her little face turn upward in gaze
With a deep, stern voice he corrected, yet, with soft eyes, and warm hugs he consoled
The world demands so much from a man and sometimes he was not perfect
His bane was his good looks and a kind and honest heart
During his younger years he struggled, yet his love for his family stayed true
He was proud man in many ways and kept his promise to God and his wife
Througout the years of struggle, he never left his queen in thirty-five years

"Papa", one of God's creations by special design-fire and ice-compassionate and kind, 
Those who dared to cross him learned a lesson everytime
Through extraordinary battles, some won and others lost 
Each challenge imposed, he rose and met-a remarkable feat!

Then came one day, with his final battle raging, in some world beyond our eyes
His body racked and worn with pain, Papa was sent home to say good bye
My "Papa" stood tall one last time- and chose life with his Creator!


Details | Nonet | |

Old Age

Thumbnails of memories we rewind.

Reel of real life has come to halt.

The old age is the time for

Shaking hands, blurring eyes

To share one's know-hows

And prepare for

Soul's transmute

From the 

Chest.


Details | Senryu | |

'For Colored Girls --- Toxic Love'


his love so toxic his dream became her nightmare distraught mother begs helpless onlookers suspended from the window he just let them go he killed their children helpless as her tears roll down her will to live gone ©291220112215 *just to clear up the confusion this is actually written for Andrea's movie contest!!*


Details | Free verse | |

Cuddle Babies Replay Memory

I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.

I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.

So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies

Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?

But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over

To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine

Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.


Details | Lyric | |

Over The Bridge

It is here I am safe
It is here that I know
but over the bridge 
Is where I must go

The bridge that gives passage
over quick muddy water
though why I say that
I don't know why I bother

over the bridge 
is a tall oak tree
and standing beneath it
is someone waving at me

crossing the bridge 
I see a man standing there
with paint splatered pants
and a head of white hair

looking closer I see 
exactly who's there
I see it's my papa
and I can't help but stare

I run right toward him 
and give him a hug
I ask how he got here
his response is a shrug

it's then I remember 
the fact that he'd died
it's then I remember
the tears that i'd cried

I ask how it felt
when he had died
he then looks at me 
and he promptly replied

he calmed all my fears
about what lies boyond
then he looks up 
because the suns almost gone

he says I must go
before the sun sets
but I don't want to leave
I'm not quite ready yet

he gives me a hug 
before I go
then tells me I can't share
the things I now know

I give a quick nod 
looking up at the sky
I don't understand
but I don't have time to ask why

turning around 
I try not to cry
I just cross the bridge 
when the sun leaves the sky

I turn back to look
one last time at the tree
but my papa is gone
as was meant to be



 


Details | Rhyme | |

Te Extraño

Te Extraño

Llegando aquí
No sabes lo que vi.
Al ver tú tumba
Fue amor lo que sentí.

Yo se que ya descansas
Y en los brazos de el estas,
Cantando alabanzas
Al fin encontrando paz.

Con todo mi corazón
Te extraño
Y se que es egoísmo
Que tu muerte me hace daño.

Le pido a Dios
Con toda mi alma
Que el cielo te de,
Y que a mi me mande calma.

Pues no hay mejores dos, tan merecidos
Como Padre y Madre.
Que en la tierra lo que hicieron
Fue amar a Dios y al mundo.

Sabiendo que es así
Le doy Gracias al Señor,
Que me los presto estar aquí
A inculcarme, que “Dios es AMOR”.


Por: Nena Enriquez


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Oh Father

Oh Father,
Once bursting of life,
Has been taken abruptly,
Replaced me with strife.
Your laughter and friendship
suddenly stripped away,
A child again, I shall sit upon your lap.
I await that glorious day.
Oh Father,
Your pure body soon to diminish,
Your spirit radiates inside mine,
This love of ours has no finish.
A fresh beginning so divine.



Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

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

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

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

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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

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

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Lyric | |

Wasting Time

Way above the street lights
Watching yourself die
Waisting time

They left you in so much pain
You lost everything
For so many years
You pushed me out
Cant describe how i feel

This time im not going to watch myself cry
im not going to bury myself on the inside
You say you want the old me back
If you want me back
Your going to have to ask
Nice than that


Details | Ode | |

Daddie, Dadi, Dad-dy

It was just around mid-morning
I recall exactly what I was doing
The feeling felt all too familiar
The vibe was peculiar
I had that unmistakable hunch
I guessed what was nigh, the crunch
My phone rang, not once but twice
I was tempted to let it beep thrice
But nay, not on this day, not today
The news that came crushed my Sunday
Dad had passed on, Dad was no more
I cried not but my heart tore and felt sore
My life had instantaneously changed
A novel void had just been created
Mum would be all alone
Save for six sons loving her to the bone
We will not despair but hang together
Duty bound to take care of our mother

It’s a sad sight to see the family deteriorate
But dad's life gave us something to emulate
He granted us, his children a chance in life
He always was very faithful to one wife
He taught us well till the age of seventy three
Now who will be the new root for our family tree?
We have uncles and aunts, cousins and nieces
But no one to properly anchor the jumbled pieces
Without him, we are but lost and fragmented
We are like a team dismayed and all so disjointed
We’re gradually losing a generation
That’s why I cry for my true champion
My hero, my idol, role model, my icon
Dad, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do
Just to spend another day with you


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When I Lost You

I fell, I fell hard...when i lost you..I cant catch my breath like i used too. Lost and confused, angry that you left.  It wasn't your choice, I understand that.  I didn't only lose you that dreadful day i also lost myself, my mind and my entire life cause it hasn't been the same.  you loved me unconditionally how do i function without that now.  My body still here but I'm dead inside from all the pain and sorrow i feel cause i will never see you or talk to you again. My mind likes to wonder now all on its on it's scary sometimes..I'm worried everyone will leave me all alone.  I think of you alot, and smile cause you always made me laugh..I cant stand it..its not right...i feel like where in a dream all the time. You were the best grandfather, wasn't fair how you suffered up to your very last breath..you held on so long day after day cause u couldn't stand how you had to leave us that day. I remember talking to you and you would try to tell me something back..don't worry i know what is was I love you but i have to leave you i need u to know i will be watching you don't let yourself go....I know i told you its okay for you to go,,,but I'm sorry grandpa i lied,,,, I didn't want you to leave me i still needed you around,  call me selfish I don't care, you belong here with me not away so far.  I cant accept it or handle it the way I should cause my mind and my heart stopped doing thier work. everyone tells me snap out of it, act right, but i cant I don't know how i lost the one who guided me through life...I feel like a burden, all needy, like I'm in the way..so why do i stay? I need you to tell me that your okay...cause i cant move on like this i just cant, there is no way.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Hero died today

It was very early in the morn
The news not good, in depths forlorn

Memories of you dressed in your army best
A hero to me a father better than all the rest

Mom would play the piano and sing Daddy's little girl
I cried each time I heard it, my emotions in a whirl

No hero can be perfect the war had taken its toll
Alcohol had become an addiction to fill that empty hole

It stole so much time from us all, the years they flew right bye
A VA doctors test messed you up then they sent you home to die

Another hospital then another again you went to die in ICU
More than three weeks on life support with IV's arms all black and blue

I was glad to get to see you,have the chance to hold your hand
My own still much smaller than my hero's, who's life had not seemed grand

I wish I could have been there today before you passed away,I had a few words I really
wanted to say
I love you dad and always will and happy fathers day

This poem is dedicated to my father who passed early this morning fathers day 2010


Details | Lyric | |

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

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



                                               Jay


Details | Free verse | |

I miss my Dad

I miss my dad
At the days like these,
When nights and mornings are worse,
I real miss my dad!

He taught me to love,
Care and listen to others,
He gave me courage, of schooling, singing and drawing.
When nights and mornings are worse
I still miss my dad!

If only I could backhander God,
For whatever he could in debt me,
I would solicit him to leave my dad,
That I could have his insight now,
But he won him,
For he loved him more!

When I last nursed him,
He had a promising health,
Of seeing his smile tomorrow,
To the amazing veracity,
It was only four hours later,
When I received the call of his left,
When the nights and days are gone!
I still miss my dad!

Today I see him on my narcolepsy,
When I get quick to REM,
I also see him to night,
When I come to serious dream,
But, these add me pains,
For I miss him more when awake!
When the nights and days are gone!
I still miss my dad!

It was Feb, 17,
The year twenty 06,
Noted time 11.AM,
When he breathed last,
After three days wounds,
From a car crash on 14th Feb.
 "the day called Valentine!"
A car registered 304 AAF,
Crushed him badly,
At Magomeni traffic lights,
On his way church with Mama!

RIP our dad,
The 10 you left behind,
Became 11 after a week,
A boy born on 23rd Feb,
Reminds us about you,
Gideon the great! We also named him Alex,
On honor of your gone!

© Lucas Mkude 10/02/2013

From,
A true story of my father's daeth on Feb. 17.2006.


Details | Rhyme | |

Greatly Missed

A Fathers touch, A Daddy's kiss,
 A grieving Daughter, You're greatly missed.
 
An empty house, An empty chair,
 A fathers love, No longer there.
 
A broken heart, Tear filled eye,
 Another soul to fill the sky.
 
Many memories in my mind,
 Some I laugh, Some I cry.
 
The times we shared, The laughs we had,
 Things I miss when I think of you Dad.
 
Realizing that's all I have to hold on too,
 Only memories, Of what once was you.
 
Missing your laugh, I will never again hear.
 That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.
 
No more smile on your face,
 No more warmth of your embrace.
 
The last hug, The last kiss,
 The last "goodbye" leaves me with one last wish...
 
To have you Dad, here today,
 Never to leave your Daughter this way.
 
A Father's touch, A Daddy's kiss,
 A grieving Daughter, YOU'RE GREATLY MISSED!


Details | Rhyme | |

for pop

This Goes out to My Pop,
i've gotta stop,
you wouldn't wanna see me cry,
you would wanna see me fly,
i've let you down ,
Please don't frown.
I LOVE YOU POP!!
I've gotta Stop,
Turn my Life Around,
Only then will you be Proud,
I MISS YOU POP
But i've Gotta Stop,
All the hurt i hold inside ,
Of all the times i've cried,
Knowing you wanna see me smile,
Makes me wanna Give it a Trial,
You Will always Be A part of me,
What people Don't See,
Is What you mean to me,
Now your free
I begin to realise, 
You were My Life's Favourite Surprise.....


Details | I do not know? | |

CHALLENGE

Day and night,
I think about the truth,
Behind those hidden curtains,
Trying hard to understand,
How He thinks and do things,
Why is that that our mind so small,
Its hard for us to think beyond? 
Why did He made everything complicated for us?

I sat down my dad called,
To make me face the reality,
My heart started beating fast,
And tears run down my cheeks,
As if there was hail,
I didn't know what to say,
He told me he might not last long,
How am I going to see him?
He is on the other-side of the world?
I am worried about him,
I wish I could die with the people who I love,
I am scared to loose them
And the hard part is I dont know my dad,
I miss him!

I feel like time is close by,
And I didn't live my life as if I wish to,
I can't because things are not the same,
When I see an apple on the tree,
It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes,
I feel strange in this world,
I don't think or see the things I used to,
I stand amongst people who are changed,
In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun!

I can't even write my poems the same,
I can't make it rhyme anymore,
I feel like I am all alone in this,
I feel like this is a big challenge,
And I am lost in middle of no where,
I feel like nobody understands,
When the words come out my mouth,
All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh!
I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to,
Yet I am scared to trust anybody,
I been hurt so many times,

I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it,
I have so much anger that is in me,
That no matter what I say there is still more,
That will never end,
One thing I know is I hate to be here,
And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!


Details | Rhyme | |

Together in Dreams

My father is sitting on the bank,
he's petting Goldie's ears.
I see them both and start to cry.
I can't control the tears.

It was as if I wasn't there,
like I was the one who was dead.
He couldn't see me standing there,
couldn't hear what I said.

When I awoke, my pillow was wet.
My heart, so heavy with grief.
They've both been gone now for so long
but they're together, thats my belief.

I was so young, so very young
when they both passed away.
Now and then they visit my dreams
but only for a moment stay.

I miss my father so very much.
I miss our Goldie too.
It brings some comfort to know they're together.
My dreams tell me its true.


~~~~not all dreams are good or bad, some are just
                                  profoundly sad ~~~~


Details | Elegy | |

To Plant A Planet

O daddy! my daddy! your life is or' and I'm an orphan once more
The prize you sought is won but my grief overflows onto the floor
You were just to go for surgery then come back to me surely sore
Not dead_gone unbelief flows over me for love on me you pour

O daddy! my daddy! you adopted me, introduced me to God's love
Worked long hours to provide for my needs doing things for others
Studied God's word so that you could teach Biblical truths about Dove
Visited the sick, helped those down, expressed forgiveness of Brothers

O daddy! my daddy! you have won the great prize and at God's side
You are helping God with what needs to be done, as one of his sons
What you might be doing in your service up there with Jesus our Guide
He might have given you your own planet to plant, get ready for loveones


Details | Rhyme | |

''Gangs Of WAR''

When Good Of "EVIL," Run You Down, Remember 
What Doesn't "KILL YOU," Only Makes You, 
STRONGER, *Yes* Faith Can Break, But Our 
Strength Of Heart Together, Shall CARRY, Beyond 
To It's Highest POWER, Let Go Of Your FEARS, You 
Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link, Don't 
Patronize The Ignorance Of Foolishness, Bring 
Back The LOVE, KINDNEsS, And CARING, We All 
Once Knew, The Community...

Make It SAFE AGAIN, Towards Children's PLAY, 
Not, "GANGS OF WAR," Bursting Into Plague, 
Give It A Fighting Chance, Regain Your Balls Son, 
Be Self- ConScience, Put Down That Gun, Don't 
Leave Murder-Scream, Blood On Blood, Color On 
Color, Doesn't Matter, Stop This Hatred, From 
Ringing Out,Once More, A Blistered, Master-Mind,
Of No Peace,Kneel, Pray,To Our LORD almighty, 
Rebuild His Gateway, And Reform The Community,
Back To It's Rightful Place...
 

Re: Richard Palmer Poem 
No PEACE


Details | Elegy | |

Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


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 | Elegy | |

Paul's Gone

The music 
          has stopped
 and the piano bench is now 
empty
      He brought the gift 
of music to thousands of youth 
   he also loved the other arts - painting and dance
He cared about oppression and 
had a Jackie Robinson poster on 
  the wall
He went to shul every Yom Kippur 
(although I knew he had his doubts)
He moved up in economic status 
     and he always voted 
    He read about the lousy 
Holocaust in his last years 
    He was a proud mama's boy 
He led choruses in the army 
     So long Paul Anish from your surviving son
          (and he raised two other children 
                  and had a beautiful baby 
die at one)
      He loved poetry especially Wordsworth
He loved his wife of 56 years 
 I hope I can be strong and go on without him
            So long Pesach - So long


Details | Lyric | |

gone means forever

On the day that you left us
I did not shed a tear
Not cause I was happy
I'm quite sure it was fear

I was afraid to cry
To show people that feeling
So I held my head high
Looking up at the ceiling

I held my mom
As tears fell from her cheek
and smiled  when I found out
She'd be gone till next week

I was happy she left
To say one last goodbye
While Mary and I stayed home
And still I did not cry

I played my part well
Staying strong for my mom
I was her shoulder to cry on
Because you were gone

Yet at night I would lay
In my bed wide awake
When I was all alone
That's when my shoulders would shake

When no one could see me
I would cry on and on
I would cry for the memories 
Sad cause you were gone

To the world a brave face
All alone I was scared
To show such emotion 
Was more than I dared

Then one day I relized 
I'd made a mistake
Then with my mom right beside me
My shoulders started to shake

For why should I hide 
All alone in my room
I was merely a child
And I loved you too

I felt a lot better 
After I'd cried 
After I'd mourned 
the fact that you'd died

Being strong for my family
That I will still do
Yet now I will make sure 
That I can cry too

Goodbye papa
I'll see you again
Gone may mean forever
But it's never the end

IN MEMORY OF "PAPA" THE BEST
 GRANDFATHER I HAVE EVER KNOWN 
(july 12th 2012)


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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When it never ends

years of yesterday 
caught in time 
when fate would not have it any other way
and your countenance is covered in grime

oblivion escapes the hold
of an afflicted heart
for history foretold
and yet never was I ready to witness the start

grief fills the void case
of a special love
never again to caress a father's embrace
in the comfort of emotion's cove

it hurts to remember
and the past its inspiration lends
for expression burnt to ember
when it never ends


Details | Etheree | |

The Cemetery Today

A 
Visit
Today to
Cemetery
Father's Day no dad
To talk to and share thoughts
Too hot to stay and visit
The grave was in good shape weed free
Mother's parents and grandparents' graves
Need the grass pulled out and tending some...Sad


Details | Rhyme | |

My Dad

My dad passed away when I was nine
That it didn't make me feel fine
I have pictures of him
Which always makes me grin
I have some memories
But not so many
I miss him everyday and night
Which I think of him with delight
He was way to young
For him to be gone
It's been so long ago since he left us so dear
I love him always and true
Theres no other dad like him so true


Details | Personification | |

Pessimistic Love

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


Details | Rhyme | |

I'M A BIG GIRL NOW

                              Wher's my daddy?Have I done something wrong?
                              But I'll be good ,if he just comes  home
                              And I will stand so proud and say,
                              I'm a big girl now daddy I wont get in your way
                               I  wont be mean any more ,wont kick and scream;
                              Or fall to the floor,Iwont whine or fuss and get you upset 
                              I'm abig girl now daddy ,you'll be surprised I bet;
                               I can sit quietly while at play,daddy I promise ;
                               I wont get in your way;
                               If you come home,I'll be at my best
                              Am I big enough to make such a request?
                              Mommy said that you're up in Heaven
                             'Cause your name was oneof them given,
                              But if you told Jesus,that you couldnt stay;
                              And I'd ask for you back at night when I pray,
                              Then back to our house you will arrive-!
                               See mama, I told you my daddy was alive.


Details | Tanka | |

Have Your Cake And Eat It Too { Tanka }

                                                  father's day is near
                                           what to buy for dear old dad
                                              cologne tools or clothes
                                           maybe will just suprise him
                                            with a nice father's day cake









Tho Dear Old Dad is gone
He Loved Suprises For Father's Day


Happy  Father's Day 
To All Poetry Soup Dads


RIP Daddy   { 1925-1981}


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UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | I do not know? | |

IT IS TIME TO MOVE IN RESURRECTION POWER

This is the time this is the hour It is time to move in resurrection power It is time to move away from the control of man It is time to run to the great I AM It is time to leave the past behind It is time to have a change of mind It is time it is time this is the hour It is time to move in resurrection power It is time to be caught in the Spirit you see This is the time for you and for me This is the time to see the Spirit move Where our flesh is no further use This is the time when all will change This is the time God will rearrange Everything that we thought was right We will see HIM move in power and might We will no longer sit in a church in a pew Do you see HIS Spirit move do you? Touching this one touching that Be caught in the Spirit that’s where it’s at It’s where our flesh is no further use Where there is freedom where there’s no abuse Where our eyes are opened where we can see all things That is what moving in the Spirit brings THIS IS THE TIME THIS IS THE HOUR IT’S TIME TO MOVE IN RESURRECTION POWER IN CHRIST WE SIT AT FATHERS RIGHT HAND ME AND YOU..DO YOU UNDERSTAND? From death to life by resurrection power Freed from our flesh renewed for this hour Being the person Father meant us to be Driven by His Spirit you and me Using His gifts walking in grace Showing His mercy seeking His face From death to life by resurrection power Freed from our flesh renewed for this hour WHEN JESUS ROSE AND TORE THE VEIL IT MADE THE WAY FOR US TO ENTER INTO GODS SPIRITUAL PLACE WE ARE MEANT TO BE HUMAN SPIRIT BEINGS WHERE WE ARE ABLE TO CONNECT SPIRIT TO SPIRIT HEART TO HEART WITH FATHER GOD.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Last Word

Someday at any time I could be gone…
When it happens don’t you dare be sad?
I am saved and living in God’s great beyond,
Enjoying the best times that I’ve ever had.

Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud,
However God’s timing and planning are right,
To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd,
So take up the mantle and against satan fight.

The battle will not be over till the devil’s in hell,
If you are not born again I’d encourage you to be,
Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well,
So your soul too can be made eternally free.

Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love,
The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care,
Outside of grace you were my treasure from above,
Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share.

Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close,
All my sufferings are over with pains all gone,
It’s okay to cry over my death but a party I propose,
For on satan I have the last laugh my journey’s done.


Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may 
bring forth.


Details | Free verse | |

Howl at the Moon

When she was 8,
You howled at the moon,
and caught the attention of the men in blue.
You steered across the line,
You argued, You spat
until the night sky faded into dawn,
and they deemed you worthy
of wandering home. 
But in those hours of darkness,
she sat with an empty space on the blanket
looking up at the stars as fireworks
burst around her and 
asked why you weren't there.

When she was 17,
You howled at the moon. 
It was late and you had learned,
So you hung your head out the window
while the rain stung against your skin.
You taunted a cop,
You laughed, you puked,
As she fearfully drove you home.
In tears, she declared that she 
could not leave you there alone.
You were her dad. 
She stayed. She watched.
She wanted to be there...for you.

When she was 19,
You bought her some beer.
It was late. There were friends. 
You felt like a kid again, partying with the crowd,
And you were a hit, the provider, the crazy one.
They rallied around as you slurred your words.
You laughed. They laughed. She laughed.
This was the way to have fun.
You explained that this was not 
her first rodeo.
She was going to do what she was going to do
and you were going to be along at her side
As she howled at the moon.

When she was 23,
she howled at the moon.
Her skirt was short. Her top was low.
She danced. She drank.
And so did you. 
You were guiding her, you said.
It was just good ol' fun.
Except it wasn't fun
when they pulled her out 
of the mangled steel
and covered her face and shook their heads,
And now you howl at the moon,
deeply, sorrowfully, howl at the moon.

 


Details | Free verse | |

To live, flightless birds

A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch

Young nestling skitters to the branch’s edge
Peers over on to sightless depths
Shivers, ruffles withered feathers
Spreads tousled wings
And loosens fast aging down
Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge
Like endless days before, Craning aching neck 
Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger-
And whimpers
Turns to father and warbles in longing,
A sight that speaks of flight
Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds
To leave
-slightest breeze carries words...   
to live

The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro
Cooing and cawing, talons pawing
A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms
A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams 

Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing
Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation
“To leave father! To stretch my wings
Lift from them the smell of rot and loss
To fly father”

“To fall! To fall, and to die!”

-Wind whispers,
To fall, to soar, and to live
Nestling shuffles to the edge, 
Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge
Peers down onto sightless depths
-they bellow to him
To fall, to fly, to Die!
Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers
Cramping wings crooked and futile
To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability
To fall, to fly, to die
Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death
nothing so glorious without flight...

Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion
Ruffles feathers, settles down
Nestling wavers, branch bending
Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch
Eyes feasting on sightless depths
Endless fears...
They scream to him
To sit, to dream to fly...
To sit, to dream of revitalized wings
Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom
The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings
The exercise of freedom
to sit and dream
to live

to sit at the edge of that tottering branch
creaking and bending under a restless and aging body
peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go
and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch
and fly, where body cannot
and live


Details | Personification | |

A New Kingdom




     *********

Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
             Well...
This is for the first time
The first time in History
      ------
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
   Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
         In mystery...
And everyone must know...
         ------
         It is time
  It is time one may say
For a One World Government
        To save the day'
        --------
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
      And that is that
           Except...
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
          --------
What We really don't need
    Is a new government
        What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
     A Covenant'
         With ' GOD '
        --------
      Did anyone think
            Of the way
       That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
            For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
    To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
      A place for you and me...


Details | Rhyme | |

tying hard not to cry

Dear Lord
 i'm trying hard not to cry
but the tears are  starting to well up in my eyes
 13 years ago my dad had to go away
I was not alloud to go to say goodbye
I was not allwed to to go and grieve
for  23 hours earlier a new baby I did recive
if I could build  a stair way straight to heavens' door
i'd do it just so I could see my dad just once more
I am happy for my son
his 13th birthday
his big special day
but it does not make the pain go away
I am doing all I can to stay strong
and memories of dad in my heart live on
I will keep smiling and do all that I can do
for I know my dad will want a party  in heaven for James and my nephew Joseph too
I believe  he's in the most beautiful place  with you Amen.

MT 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn,
    for they will be comforted.


Details | Narrative | |

And his name is Moses

His father named him Moses.
Devoid of speech yet blessed.
Doctors said he would live thirty years hereafter.
Buoyant nature and carried a smile always,
With sense of humor lived through derision.
On the day his father passed away 
He sat still and hid his tears within.
Not long, few years later
His mother who would voucher him,
Understand the complexity of his heart
Laid on her final resting place,
He sat still and hid his tears within.
Later his bosom friend moved away,
He sat still and hid his tears within.
Enervate and lonely orphan he became,
Dolefully he wept when none would see.
Albeit the great sorrows of his heart, 
No trauma ceased him to live mirthfully.
After thirty still he lives.
And walking through the paseo every morning,
They who pass him by with admiration schmoose of a man
Who can’t speak and had great sorrows;
Nonetheless so twinkly he lives on,
Knowing not yet parfay wishful,
when he would wake up one fine morning
And meet his loved ones again on the other side.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Shadows Of Pain

Hollowed eyes and tortured soul 
Spitting words that didn't flow 
Forcing smiles that always faded 
His memories fond, distorted and jaded
Ups and downs, half smiles and frowns
His mind was spinning round and round 
A heart bigger than a sunrise sky 
So numbed he left and didn't say goodbye 
The darkness seized him, held him tight
Squeezed so hard life became a fight 
A fight to eat, a fight to breathe 
Hatred flowed and emotions seethed 
He never forgot and never forgave 
The angst inside him dug his early grave
Handsome groom, number one dad 
The best friend I truly ever had 
Woke up one day not feeling well
Couldn't take this life in hell 
Began his journey to what comes after
Mom comes home, finds him hanging from a rafter 
Terror sets in and shock takes over 
In a blink of an eye their marriage was over 
Two nightmarish calls, one to each daughter 
Cries and screams like lambs at the slaughter 
And so we march on, soldiers in a state of shock 
Thinking it's him, every phone call and knock 
Now, I hope, his tortured soul's at peace 
But we, the survivors, are haunted with memories and grief 
Does the cycle continue - depression and shame? 
Will I follow my father through the shadows of pain?


Details | Elegy | |

Stay with me

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I see you

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you must be
Somewhere

You still exist
for 
I still miss you

Thy sight
comes
to me
by memory

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I see you

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you are
Nowhere

Please
stay with me
for
I need thee

for
a mere
unit am I
without an ally

Nowhere
you are
Wherever
I need you

Please
let
I feel
you are
nearby

Let
I believe
you are
far
from Nowhere
close
to Somewhere

Let
I believe
you are


Please
stay with me

somewhere
anywhere
beyond

I need thee.


Details | Imagism | |

Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.


The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.


Details | Epic | |

Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Second Coming of God

The good book does call for the second coming
Beyond the gates he does show his face cunning
The drip of the water that beads on his head
Holy water from the veins of the dead
Dark is he with ears pronounced
To hear the fall of those announced
His beaded nose to smell the fear
As he lines his pockets with your soul so near
Your children will fall for his precious spell
As he whistled with glee steering boats to hell
His empire will rise like the 4th Reich fuels
As his moustache no longer is needed to rule 
Instead he is kind or at least he seems
As the leader of evil will make your child scream
He will deceive as you enter his land of kind
As you sell your soul to relieve your mind
Today is the day the second coming comes true
Today you will kneel to a rodent so cruel
As you slip your dual ears to look like him
Say you holy rosaries and submit your kin
Put your white gloves on to cover your black
For Mickey Mouse is your God and the ruler of tact


Details | I do not know? | |

The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.

I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.

I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.

I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.

Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.

Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.

And now your in the ground where you belong.


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Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Letting Go

Far beyond the edges of my reasoning a beautiful dream stood…waiting to come true
A dream erected up from cold dusty earth to the searing proximity of the sun
A star like dream, one built from hopes, aspirations and wishes
One whose light is drawn in and out from other stars
In its shadow lays the memory of soft spoken goodbyes and gentle kisses 
I have led my life on the side lines too afraid to repeat your mistakes
See I learned the hard way what not to break
The shattered pieces of her heart lay across the living room floor
I have learned also then how to find my way across the battlefield of broken vows
Because growing up when you’re being pushed back and forth between
What you got and what you wanted makes you question
The truths that are your foundation
You start to see cracks in the, ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I miss you’s’ 
And notice the fractures between the, ‘You are my worlds” and the “I can’t live without you’s’
See this father is why my heart has no door even to let me in
Because I live in the consequence of these lessons that you teach
But father know that you are a dream among dreams
A dream whose quarter is rooted in reality
And whose walls I built an inch from fantasy
You are a dream whose ends touch the circumference of the hole that you left
Your razor blade edges cut the inside of my mind and shows up as scars in my personality
But you kept my world and heart from falling apart
Now you are gone…


Where he used to be, God please put a new morning and the fragrance of cherry blossoms in
Spring, let the sunshine in and with it reasons to smile, let me hear the laughter of my
soul and give me PEACE
Amazing, calming, PEACE where there was none. 
Amen


Details | Prose Poetry | |

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 | Haiku | |

DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.


Details | Epitaph | |

How Hard Could it Be Part 2

How hard could it be on a beautiful Saturday?

Brian calls us, “Hurry up. They are taking Dad to the hospital.”

Brian meets me at the door, ”Dad didn't make it.”

I scream, “Oh my God.” I crumple into a ball just outside the hospital door.

I yell, “Why, my God, why, my Dad?” I turned purple (that's what Brian said.)

I compose myself; I get up and we walk into that little room.


How hard could it be to say goodbye to my heart?

He's lying there, a tube sticking out of his mouth.

I touch him, still warm, I say, “I'll miss you.”

They leave, I turn back, I touch him, still warm, I say,

“I love you a million.” I walk out, tough as nails, quaking on the inside.

In my head I hear, “You can do it Den.” I feel a hug and a kiss on the cheek.


How hard can it be to bury my Dad?

Sunday, we all meet at mom's, we talk, we hug, we cry.

Monday, we all meet at mom's; we talk, we hug, we cry.

Tuesday, the wakes, double dread. I stand there, tough as nails, quaking on the

inside. “You can do it,” he says to me.

Wednesday, the funeral, all the flowers, over 280 people saying goodbye to my

Dad. I hear him still, “You can do it.”

Thursday, I sit here writing this poem, tears run down my face. “You can do it,”

he is saying to me.

Friday, we will bury my Dad's ashes; a copy of this will be put in that little

wooden house-shaped box. We will cry; I know it. His spirit will surround us

with his love. He'll give us all hugs and kisses all around.


How hard can it be to go on?

“My God, Jesus, please help me.”

I hear Jesus saying, “Trust in me and your burdens will be lifted.”

“Dad, why did you leave us so soon?”

I hear Dad saying,” It was my time and I was ready to go home. Don't cry for me.

Celebrate my life and have a party. I will always be sitting next to you, Den. You

can do it.” Hugs and kisses all around.


Thank you, Jesus, my heavenly father. I trust in you and praise your name.

And thank you Dad for your unconditional love,unselfish support and your

heartfelt hugs and kisses. I`ll be okay. See you soon. I love you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ultimate Betrayal

Ultimate Betrayal Two years ago my son family came for a weekend Elated, I prepared the house for their comfort to tend Within one hour of his arrival I heard a scream of terror He seized and stopped breathing with a heart error Pounding on his chest, I gave CPR, screaming Oh God take me His babies watched in fright, my heart sank at what they could see I lost him that day he was forty years old. Flashbacks played as my blood ran cold His wife took the children and shut our family out A selfish betrayal of jealousy came about We have not seen the children for two years now Damaging our hearts and bruising our brow I suffer from two terminals, knowing what will be Their sweet little faces again, I will never see Betrayed by one who I loved very much I lost them all that day, with that last final touch. Carole Cookie Arnold 02/16/2010


Details | Blank verse | |

I know

You left me amid a pack of wolves,
snarling, baring their teeth...
closing in on me.
 
I know they'll tear me apart.

As the night grows darker, colder,
I hear their menacing howls,
and I realize I'm all alone.

I know tonight's my last night.

I search all around for you,
call to you for help,
all the while knowing you won't come.

I know you can't.

But, I fight back
I fight the wolves with all I've got,
and I emerged the winner.

Now, I know I'll live another night.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Father's Room

This room is empty now
I'm on the floor, and tarps are all spread out
I have my work in store, 
but there is more....

The opened can of paint,
Is colored with a bright pastel
If these four walls could talk
There is a story here, 
     I'll walk through, now....



He owned a pride, it was all life left to him
A world he left behind
where mother long ago had died
had never been the same since then

He forged alone for many years
but years had gathered dust 
His days were many, the house was lonely
And one by one, old friends had thinned

His mind began to fail, 
His body weary, frail
We brought him here at last, 
He came here at request,
 to rest his evening tide
His pride held some protest....but, for the best

He left his life behind
And found new trust in mine
We offered comfort, love
A home. and family, kind

We made a place, this room
For him to blend with us
With family close enough
His heart could mend at last

He had this room I'm in
For many years... a friend
A second home to him
But he would long for then...

It finally came to end
He went to be with her

We feel they both are near
The vision now is clear

My father's room is blue
I'll paint it fresh and new

It won't erase the tears
It won't erase the years
But he's where he belongs
A long, long, way, I fear....... but near...


Details | Free verse | |

Pleading with a Whisper

Pleading with a Whisper
(About the Holocaust)
By:  Emily Kroeger

He begs of me to leave him.
Barley a whisper.

What can I do?

He lies here, begging me to let him die.
Barley a whisper.

What can I do?

Leave him to die?
Barley a whisper.

Leave him to be sent to a grave not worthy of him?
Barley a whisper.

No!  Never!
He’s my father!
Barley a whisper.

Father!
Father!
Oh my dear father, 
Barley a whisper.

I say through blurred eyes and unsteady voice,
Come, father, come,
Do not give into death.

Those lying around you have already seen heavens depths.
Barley a whisper.

Come father,
I will not let you fade away like a whisper in the wind.
 


Details | Lyric | |

The Cloudiest Day

I didn't like losing you
And my tears cried the truth
With rain that came
On the cloudiest day
Like heaven was crying too



©2014 Honestly JT


Details | Bio | |

The World In Contempt

*********The Rest to God is gravy!*******


Auh!
Dieing for the Lord
Is a dieing profession
Thus ly, I commit to His Own Will
Thine Own Will
Which will be done incessantly
Providing a place for Me
For Eternal-ty ..
With-0ut question...
      ------
I wait for the day
That He shall carry me home
To do attendance to His House
To lay upon His Throne
To be the Minds' Keeper
When no one else' is home
Leaving me so all alone
Where Heaven makes' such
A Heavenly sound
      ------
Where their are Lots' of
Pretty Angel's seemingly
So all around,
Where My feet barely
Touch the  Ground
     ----
In this place 
Thy, Shall never be alone
Fore this is Thy only home
And from Thee..
Never shall I roam
      ------
To venture the distance
      Of His dynasty
For for-ever long lasting 
For ever long that may be
To wave that Ever-Lasting Torch
That which was made for Me
And for all else to see
       -----
That these are the things'
That make's a difference
In Life....
      ------
That is life's long mystery
                
                  GF


******God's Destiny is a reality, as to reality, which is nothing but a dream'.


Details | Rhyme | |

She has gone

Standing there alone at the graveyard
Calling yearning memories of the past
Can't stop his tears , that's truly hard
She has gone , What a dote didn't last!

Shrouded by thoughts , downcast eye
Her voice is still beating in his ear
She was singing like a bird under the clear sky
When he played harp and waterfall was near

Can't forget these hoary promises to be together
On good and bad , To make love their guide
He just wanna say he will be loyal forever
Until his soul meets her on the other side


By: A. Badr


Details | Free verse | |

What Burden

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained

Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
 What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
 Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
 Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome

But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
 But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
 He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
 Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray

See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
 Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
 See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
 But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams

My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
 Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
 The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
 But I don't have to cause I was born with rights

America loves to call black dads deadbeats
 But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
 My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
 And made sure me and my sister always had a meal

The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
 Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
 Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
 Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance

Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
 But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
 Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
 But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid

These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
 So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
 Let this grudge end and just live your life
 Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife

Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
 Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
 My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
 He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks

So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
 Success is my future and now you're in a scare
 My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
 Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it

http://soundcloud.com/abraham-t-shaw/what-burden


Details | Narrative | |

How Hard Could it Be Part 1

How hard could it be to take my first step?

“Come to mommy, you can do it.”

“Oh you're home. Hon, look at him go.”

As I take another step, he picks me up.

He hugs me tight but gently and kisses me on the cheek.

I feel so safe, loved and happy. Perhaps that's how it was.

(I really don't remember back that far.)


How hard could it be, my first day at school.

My mom meets me at the front door of the building,

hugs me and says, “How was your first day? Did you have fun today?”

He comes home after a hard day at work and mom says,

“Hi Hon, it was Den’s first day of school.”

He picks me up in his strong arms and says,

“I knew you could do it.” A hug and a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to learn how to drive a car or a truck?

“Den, come with me. Let's take a short ride down the road.”

We both climb up into Dad's blue 1955 Chevy pickup.

He stops on the back road, gets out, comes around and says, “Scoot over. It's

your turn.”

I start the engine, push in the clutch, shift and we start out slowly.

I'm nervous, I speed up, clutch in, shift again.

Oh crap, I shifted into reverse, truck stopped abruptly and backfired.

Dad looks at me, “But you did it.“ He hugs me, a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to go away to college?

I'm so glad she has a phone so I can call my mom and dad.

“Hi Den, how are things going? You've got a B average.

That's great. I knew you could do it. I love you, see you soon.”

“You met a girl? What's her name? Wow, see you soon. I love you”

“You want to marry her? Big step; in Holland? Okay, we love you.”

How hard could it be to have a family?

“Oh, it's a girl. Mireille, that's a nice name.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“Another girl, Michelle, that's a nice name too.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“You finally had a boy, Michael, good choice.” Hug and a kiss.

Birthdays, holidays, weekends, visits back and forth, phone calls.

He loves them all, unconditionally. Hugs and kisses all around.


How hard could it be as life goes on?

He watches them grow up, get married and have children.

He loves them all, unconditionally, hugs and kisses all around.

We take short trips and mom and Dad go with us now and then.

We go camping and mom and Dad visit us now and then.

Every time you left, hugs and kisses all around. Always, “See you soon.”


Details | Sonnet | |

A Homecoming


I have spent many hours reflecting on my dad's last earthly days. How he stared silently at the room's far corner, in another place. At times, many visitors filled his crowded hospital room. But my father's eyes were transfixed, his face peacefully consumed. Though he could not speak, I questioned his mesmerizing vision. As I held his hand I knew the answer, God had made His decision. Angels had come for my dad as he quietly faded in that bed. His time of peace had come, but it was the moment I had dread. I wanted Dad to stay with me just one more minute, hour, day. But summer, his favorite season, had come, the time for me to find a way to let him go, Jesus was calling; so I kissed him goodbye through tears. As he took his final breath, a peaceful calm washed over my fears. I stared off into the distance, imagining beautiful angel wings of love, embracing my dad, then flying him to the eternal summer of Heaven above. * This is all true. I held my dad's hand and sang to him as he took his last breath. It may have been angels or my dear grandma coming to take him home. I only know that I felt comforted by my dad's peace. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 19, 2012 First place in Touched by an Angel contest (Gail Doyle) Eighth place in Emotional Poem Contest (PD)


Details | Lyric | |

Times Were Tough

I come from down in the valley, there, my father's house shines hard and bright in the darkness on the edge of town, like my memories calling so cold and alone troubled times had come to my hometown times were tough, love was not enough to feed us and keep us warm the greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown my father once told me, with every wish there comes a curse now, I understand what he meant you choose the chance you take still, at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe My hometown lays waiting for rebirth maybe everything that dies someday comes back By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 5, 2012 for Sing a Song a Poem contest (Tracie~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Eighth Place *Bruce Springsteen lyrics I come from down in the valley - The River My father's house shines hard and bright - My Father's House In the darkness on the edge of town - In the Darkness on the Edge of Town Calling and calling so cold and alone - My Father's House Troubled times had come to my hometown - My Hometown Times were tough, love was not enough - When You're Alone The greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown - Death to My Hometown With every wish there comes a curse - With Every Wish You choose the chance you take - The Price You Pay Still at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe - Reason To Believe Maybe everything that dies someday comes back - Atlantic City


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

DIVINE INTERVENTION - THE ROSE

Dear Dad…I plucked a crimson rose that lay
Upon your grave, as icy rain fell down
And joined my warm, wet tears that winter day.
Unto my heart I pressed it close to drown
My mournful thoughts and feelings deep inside.
And then I numbly made my way back home
To grieve and heal with loved ones by my side.
But soon they left, and I was all alone.

That night I placed the crimson rose within
A random place inside a book of prose
And it pressed flat for quite some time therein.
One day I opened it to find I chose
The place that God directed me to lay
The rose in answer to my prayers of where
You were in death so that my heart could say
That everlasting life was yours to share.

What I had hoped I know for sure is true  
For words upon the page where that rose slept—
"The Grave," by Robert Blair—bodes life anew…
In God’s eternal life our souls are kept.
My keepsake rested in a book of prose
God’s intervention was my only guide.
Mid secret pages dried your crimson rose—
God’s answer to my prayer…with thanks, I cried.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

Contest: Divine Intervention
Sponsor: Justin Bordner - Judged 10/2/2014
~Honorable Mention~


Details | Rhyme | |

Papaw's Passing

You were my Grandfather but I called you Papaw instead.
It hurt very much when Mom told me that you were dead.
When you died, the flower shop sold out of flowers and had to start selling trees.
That proved that many people loved you and knowing that was sure to please.

Your death brought about pain that we couldn't ignore.
We were all devastated when you passed away in 1994.
It doesn't seem like you've been dead for twenty years.
Your death brought a lot of misery and plenty of tears.

You died less than three weeks before I turned twenty-three.
You were very special and all of your family and friends agree.
Even though you've been dead for many years, your spirit continues to live on.
You still live in our hearts and that proves that you're not gone.

(Dedicated to Burley Johnson who died on August 3, 1994.)


Details | Free verse | |

Raven Flies Free



 
 
 

Long-lived and rusted 
the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense......        
death had come to call......              
with a longing in her heart.......
she stood guard fighting her transformation,  
silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff......
waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation,
a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........
in the distance swirling clouds parted
at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"............
and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm......
destiny had been received, 
a glorious revelation revealed
engulfed in love her spirit rejoice......
Hallelujah......
Hallelujah...... 
Palet......Palet......Palet...............

Her spirit soar......


________________________
Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer"

________________________
A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead
Poet~Rick Parise


Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

WHAT EASTER MEANS TO ME

He growed to be a shepard and a man of faith and hope.
He healed the sick and feed the poor and taught people to cope.
A mother cried for the death of her son.
But to our heavenly father he had won.

He walked and taught Gods word to all mankind.
The people that he saved his words did not mind.
A mother cried for the death of her son.
But to our heavenly father he had won.

He was nailed to a cross and he died for our sins.
Buried in a tomb and in three days he rose again.
A mother cried for the death of her son.
But to our heavenly father he had won.
                             Teresa Skyles
Entered in Gwendolynn "What Easter means to me"contest


Details | Free verse | |

Five Letter Word

The chill outside the window swept the oatmeal room
where he took his comfort; a secondary womb
on days the sun refused to part the gloom
of ordinary lies.

The question wandered, clumsy, stumbling in his mind,
where the past took liberty, refusing to unwind.
Festered now, the fetid lines 
of ordinary lies.

~~~

Dying interrupted. A sound body
refusing to decay sufficiently
to enter the crypt.

Nothing matters, the daily crossword becomes
an endless solving. What is
a five letter word for

salvation? Preached as though it was believed,
available to all, free of charge, 
he would say to those

with ears, listening or not; but the specter 
of his heinous crime shattered
his chosen truth.

~~~  

Where in the dance does the music stop
for wounded children forever cursed
by the sins of a father?

Seventy times seven the prayer passed lips
quivering.  The godless sky with no light.
No stay of self execution.

~~~

On sunny days the old man still laughed,
less now though, and slurred.
The line of doubt

fastened by his clenched jaw
unwilling to surrender
to life, or death.

~~~

The bicycle pedals in rhythm the tune of
words falling on forever paper.
Blessed release.

The song of redemption. The older and the younger
suffer together, miles apart and wait
for a five letter word.
 



Details | Rhyme | |

DISTANCE BETWEEN FATHER AND SON

I wish dad had been more affectionate
like other fathers who made their sons proud,
guided them through life's long phases 
with the same strength and certitude they had;
I looked at him and saw austerity on his face,
not expressing love for a timid child with a voice without wit.



And the unspoken word created a distance between father and son,
pulling me further and further from him until I felt numb and vain...
I couldn't say to him what my dream was, or what I tried to achieve;  
and rambling from place to place, I became that rolling stone  
kicked by all on a busy road and lying in mud after a hard rain...
I wept in silent rage, he heard it often, but let me grieve! 



Was it his selfish ego...not to let love show without shedding a single tear?
Should love have restrictions...not being equally shared by boys and girls? 
And on every anniversary, that vision of stern father and sad boy returns...
I loved dad and he knew why I hated the way he kept his affection from me,
and instead of getting a hug today, I write an elegy for his tomb under a pine tree;
o father, I wanted to embrace you and honor you by breaking that barrier of fear! 


Details | Quatrain | |

Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



Details | I do not know? | |

Chris Kyle the Great Sniper

Before you read this poem, I would like to invite you in reading about the great American sniper hero. I am also dedicating this to the fallen sniper because he is a true Patriotic Hero. Thank you.

Chris Kyle was and still is loved by many, this to be true I say
I always believe him to be, a great sniper to this undying day.
Why must things happen to people, that are always so kind
Life would be better keeping some, alive alongside mankind.

Why don’t I tell you a story, about this very kind honest fellow
He was and is an U.S. Navy Seal, but along that chill and mellow.
The most lethal sniper known of, in American military history
With a very high percentage confirmed kills, quite the victory.

At the young age of eight, his father taught him how to shoot
A great father teaching a son, instead of giving him the boot.
A bronco rider for the rodeo, sadly gave it up for a serious injury
It was to his arm although he still lived, with very great dignity.

Being a great sniper had an effect, putting souls to their bed
Eventually somewhat famous, an increasing bounty upon his head.
Undoubtedly dubbed the “Devil of Ramadi”, by non-other than Iraqi
An increasing bounty shot twice, but his body and will still intact.

After a while serving his country, he retired heading home graciously
Taking back some long spent  time, spending it with his family.
Chris Kyle a loved husband, a friend to many and a beloved son
His homeland now saddened, for America has lost a patriotic one.

A great warrior indeed, in my opinion our greatest honorable hero
He put his life on the line, instead of becoming the common zero.
The greatest treasure of all, came from within himself to prove
That all humans aren’t wrongful, but that we all can improve.


Details | Rhyme | |

That night

Tonight was supposed to be one of the biggest nights of my life.
Happy to entertain my fans.
I just got the worst phone call of all.
My father died.
I didn't think I can get on stage like this tonight.
Was tryn so hard to hold back these tears.
I thought maybe I'll cancel tonight.
I didn't want to let my fans down.
They been lookin foward to seeing me.
"You got 5 mins to show time" the lady says.
I close my eyes and pray.
"Lord Jesus,I need you tonight. 
I need your help.
I cant do this by myself."

Walked out on stage to sing my song.
Tryn my best to hold back my tears  and be strong.
As I was performing, I see my friend looking concerned.
He can tell somthing was wrong.
When I finished singing, I didn't even want to talk to anybody.Not even the show 
host.
I just had to go.

I went to the back and cried.  I didn't even tell my dady I love him before he died.
I didn't get the chance.
I decided I'd write a song about him to my fans.
Always tell the most impotant people in your life, you love them
especaily your mom and dad
cause the next time you talk to them may be you're last.


Details | Free verse | |

Ashes to Ashes

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epitaph | |

telex-visual vogue

tourist toned telephones 
in telex-visual vogue,
forged ahead with chorus lines 
upon the glass housed road, 
eagles eyed the farrowed glen 
that reason disinclined,
signed unto, yet not beyond, 
the elbow let aside, 
parachutes and paratroops 
stood silent up the mouth, 
guys and dolls to half head halls, 
struck match led tens in truth, 
smoke screened years had passed in tears, 
or days that spoke in tongues, 
courteous to those involved, 
yet subservient to none…  


Details | Free verse | |

passion and persuation

The Illuminating path's Serenade my Vision, The Blindening Rays of faithful horizon leap into me, Our Memories of togetherness clasp me to the loop of life, still I am lusting to cross-over and meet the Chaismatic-End!! After which,our souls will intertwine and remain in enlightened glory forever! Life had been an autumn full of blossoms, My love lay in my arms in unrequited glory, life was a maze of puzzled quotes, the dooming evil recruited you into its gloomy shadows, and i learn't my first chapter about death. DEATH is a slow poison gushing through time and seeping through seconds, Blistering a thousand souls, abandoning a many infants, sucking away the more needed ones, Thwarting pain and inflicting illicit wounds. BUT losing hope means losing "US" At a jerk,our infancy angel crosses over with warmth, And the hallucinating illuminating paths fade away!! And i realize my quest in this unfarthomable journey, TO LIVE,LOVE AND SUCCEED DEATH!!


Details | Free verse | |

You Take From Me

You Take From Me was written for a therapist friend whose father went through the Holocaust.   She is Jewish.  Her parents and siblings were eventually  reunited praise God, but everything beyond family, faith and love was gone.  They felt fortunate. Both her parents  died many years ago.  She recently received a notice for her Dad that the German government was demanding reimbursement funds as they claimed they had given him too much.  She was outraged and reached out.  This was my gift to her: 
	 	
YOU TAKE FROM ME

You take from me
my home
my job
my wife
my kids
This is war you say
But you do not ask of me
You take from me my
freedom
voice
purpose
This is war you say
And never ask of me
You take	
my land
my safety	
dreams
It's just the way it is in war you know
Yet never ask of me
And when Your war is finally through
and now my internal war has start...
This was only war you say
And never ask of me
Out I'm tossed
No need to hold
No need to keep
There's nothing left
no home
no place
no one
not one
a few dollars you toss
Really only war you know
And still... you never ask of me
So many years have come and gone
My second life as well
And yet you say
of what we took
your home
your job
your life
your wife
your kids
freedom
voice
all these things
all this all
we gave too much
so much
so much
those dollars tossed
so many
too many for your loss
You take from me
once more
Seventy years later more
Although I'm not here for you to take
you take once more
and never ask of
 





Details | Elegy | |

Williams

I lie in my bed 
In the late evening
When it came to me,
The news 
I was far asleep
But the dept of the news woke me up
William is no more.
My heart flipped in pain even more
And my head hurt me so much more
There he lie on the ground
Knowing nothing of life...
He crossed already to the other side...
Living his family behind
For him there was no more wind
For he has rested in flesh and in mind
I know you,
But now I knew him,
If you could open your eyes on last time
And see your family before the final time
If you could think and feel the pain you left
As you cross over.
I believed you was gone, when I saw you,
What a pity
Such a tragic city
What a cruel world.
We lived together in the day,
But now you live in the night
Every body cries, but yet you lie
Its noisy but yet your eyes are closed
Hours I remained sober
But when I sat and think,
My eyes began to wink
I could not control the tears
And so it rolled down from my eyes
Oh death, why have you no pity
Filthy upon filthy
Curse upon you death
And honor be to birth
So sudden!
And to the family, what a burden
You was my friend
Our friendship was sweetly
But it ended quickly
You will solely be missed
Adieu my before friend


Details | Lyric | |

Blind

So many songs describe how i feel
But you wouldnt have the time to listen to them
To actually figure out what they meant
Or how much they related to me
If i died today i can say the only
Thing you would miss
Is me trying to make you smile
Things have been depressing me for years
All the anger i hold is real
Falling further into soemthing
You wouldnt want me to be
I know if i told you 
You would be confused
You wouldnt know what you did
To make me do what im about to do
I let myself cry to long
That i buried myself alive on the inside
I wish i could shut you out
And let you go away for a long time
I guess its better that i trapped myself in my own way
At one point the chain broke away
And i had my own time
I took an early flight and i made it home
I realized how unfair you were being
Everyone always got more than i did
Got your attention
More than i did
If i played my bass 
Would you hear the anger behind it?
If i let you read my poems
Would you understand why im writing it?
If i told you i thought about doing something bad
Would you try to make everything i hate about you better?
I dont think you understand 
Maybe i should explain more
Or would i bore you?
Probally...
So you know
I wanted a father
But instead i had a dad
To me
It hurt
It still does
And i watched myself die
From hurting so much
Cutting my heart out
On the inside
Im different 
In so many ways
My friends give me more complaments
Then my mother has my whole life
"thats good" isnt what i want from you
I would rather have you really 
Grasping the meaning behind why
I am writing poems
The meaning behind why i draw
Or play the bass
Even if i died i wouldnt think
You would get it
If i did what im going to do
I would have you right where i want you
If you want me back
Your going to have to ask
Nicer than that
Things in my life are different than yours
I see things differently
I love music
And i want you to see that
I talk to you through my music
I talk to you through my poems
I talk to you through my bass guitar
You cant trust me?
I lied to you?
Dont you remember when 
You told me you would give me up
for adoption when i was born?
That hurt more than anything
Yes you kept me
BUt you thought about giving me up
Just like you gave up on me ten years later
This will be the last of me
And i hope you understand now
That you are my problem
That you are the one
I couldnt trust
That you were the one who lied
What else could i hide
When i have been an open 
Book his whole time
and you couldnt see it?


Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


Details | Kyrielle | |

I cannot help it

Like a gladiator hunts his enemies with swords
I wish I could hound my pains with my words
And dispel my emotions into a chasm
So my mind is freed of these burning flames
Each time I see you exist only in frames.

Every 01.15 that comes makes the impossibility grow
And feeds my mind with sorrows than no one knows
Only you and I know and can tell our stories
That have now become past, but beautiful memories.

You've been gone far away and for so long
I’ve tried to keep my heart still and myself strong
But the void you created seems unendingly unfilled
With vasty of your bequests yet unfulfilled
I can’t help it, but live off the good times we shared.


Details | List | |

Tightly Collected

.

The letter from the American Embassy
Our last hug still holding me tightly
A new language
Same tray
Just one phone call
My absence to regret forever
The rupture of your promise and your blood vessel
That rain when I returned ten years later 
That rain when I try to find you between marbles and bronzes
Four plastic flowers—only four, Dad

.


Details | Free verse | |

SAD NEWS

My friend’s father died today
No idea, what to say
I imagine what she feels
Through her words, this man is real

‘My Da passed away this morning……………….’
My thoughts are sitting with her, mourning………………: (


Details | Free verse | |

Strong At Will

A beautiful man,
Strong at will,
Comforting those,
With more to spare,
A growth small,
Time will tell,
Walls of each cell,
Holding pain to fall,
History has lead,
The fact of death,
Given dates,
Marking with an X,
The heart keeps moving,
Promising a thin line,
Forming an answer,
Living or dying,
As he looks over,
The colors fade,
Moving slowly,
Squinting to see the shade,
His child kneels,
To pray for Dad,
The agony kills,
Expecting the bad,
Cold room,
Cold memories,
Many people in mind,
Pages listing,
Of information read,
Knowing what they could find,
Finding hope,
On each date to see,
The circle to know,
What’s in store to dream?
We’re not promised today,
But live like we are,
Know that some,
Just want to get far,
Cancer is sick,
The card not to pick,
Accepting new discoveries,
Remaining real is wealth,
Only promised this moment,
The rest is our health.


Details | Etheree | |

Daddy Dearest

dear
daddy
even though
your gone from here
I shall remember
father's day has always
been your favorite time so
today I come and placed a rose
at the foot of your grave- sites bedding
and I even placed one for mama too






In Loving Memory


Daddy 1925-1981
Mama  1934-2005

        {RIP}


Details | Verse | |

Bloodwoman

When the night comes,
and the world is a away,
the demons step out,
as their corpses decay.

Across Will-street,
lived a mysterious sinner.
A famous voice,
whose faintest whisper made the mighty shiver.

Her long gold locks,
made many a man weak,
till he knew her up close,
where no one could hear his helpless shriek.

Burning lust,
disappeared in her embrace,
then moving swiftly,
dripping blood from her long nails.

She was her daddy's girl, people say,
till she hit him with a gun.
No man could ever escape,
the trap of this woman.

Courage, don't be weak,
don't let your young heart loose.
She is waiting till the night birds call,
she has her sight on the whole town view.

Widows always weep,
the young is red meat,
when she kills all the sinners,
she is the bad woman.
When your daddy is cheap,
you ought to be weak,
but she is not a dying soul,
she is Bloodwoman.


Details | Free verse | |

Loss

Searing pain rips through my chest,
As I slip on the painted green stairs, 
Running from something I’m not sure
Too afraid to stop, to turn my head.

My heart races, my head throbbing,
If I could just take a deep breath,
To cleanse my soul and refresh,
Where is this dark building I’m in.

Lying in warmth I move my hand,
Red covers me, flowing down the steps,
A peaceful calm envelopes as I view
My Dad with open arms waiting for me.

He is standing now, out of his wheelchair,
Smiling with his crooked grin so sweet,
The pain ebbs and happiness grows
Then I wake again to the dark emptiness.



Written September 23, 2012
For Francine Robert’s contest
“In Dreams”



Details | Free verse | |

Dad

This is the second Father's Day 
Without my rock, my superman
The one man in this world who was 
Supposed to be
Guaranteed not to hurt me
Guess what:
That's a lie
It hurt like hell when my parents fought
It hurt like hell when he got sick
It hurt like hell when he died 
Now, it doesn't hurt
But that doesn't mean I'm OK
Just that, that part of me has gone numb
They say time heals all wounds
But I think they're wrong
Because, losing someone you thought
Was immortal 
Hurts almost more than I can bear
But, I have to bear it
My mom is too caught up 
With her new boyfriend
My boyfriend is too caught up
With his family
My best friend is out of town
And she wouldn't understand anyway
So, here I am, alone,
Trying to bear
The feeling of 
Pain, hot, fiery, numbing pain
Seeping in through the giant
Crack 
In my armor
And filling 
The gigantic hole in my heart
Where my dad used to be


Details | Free verse | |

A Mistake That Killed

In a race
There I ride 
I took a turn 
And cost a life
With a gash in my head
I ran to the other car
Inside were two men
One I recognized
I pressed my face on the shattered glass
And found my father, whose life just passed
A rush of guilt
Killed my mind
But not as much
As I ended my father's life.


Details | Free verse | |

My God

Father I fall to my knees, I weep in agony and strife
I feel the hands of death gripping me tight holding me still
I dream of hope and hope to be, yet in my own memory hope is lost
Lost past beyond my own reality, the angels of Heaven see my winding ways
I have lost it all, my job, my car and not to mention my home
I weep, I seek for aid with in my family and they know not of me
Will I fall to break my spirit on the bottom where forgotten rocks lay
It hurts deep down in my soul to be all alone
To have no one to turn to for aid when times are trouble
The pain of having your closest ones turn the knife on you when you only seek comfort
My mother and father can't even see eachother yet help me?
When I was but a young boy my father denied me to the world I was just some bum he helped
All I wanted was a loving family, a group of love to cherish my ideas
To give me warmth when I was cold blue
A pair to see my dreams as gold, and help me plant the root of my future
I am now 21 years old, and I go back to the streets where death lives
I won't fear for my God will too be there
And I will pray to my Lords will, as I shall serve to His glory
Father I come upon You, as You are everywhere
I confess that I am a sinner, I open my heart to you Jesus
I believe that you died on the cross and made me anew
I pray the Holy Spirit live inside me
For always and forever in the name of my savior Lord Jesus amen


Details | Lyric | |

My Dad Another 24th


Days go past us, as do winds of season,
But never the days and years
That get stuck in some ear and age,
That engulf us like mirages in a desert.

One such mirage in my life is of my Dad,
Always before me, waiting for me;
Yet I never reach in time to be near;
So near to me, yet so far away.

Never did he forsake me, in life,
Never for moment, never for a day;
Always beside me in my hours of need —
A dear friend, a true companion, a great dad.

He suggested the best books to me,
But never pushed them into my hands;
A mere suggestion about the inputs —
The next thing I know, I have my hands full.

He sang tunes soothing, melodious,
But never forced me to listen to any songs;
A mere suggestion about the notes —
My passion for music was born!

His acquaintances, colleagues, all friends;
Value of friends in life is priceless;
A friend is a cool morning breeze,
Surround life with friends, my list’s endless.

Never fear life’s rollercoaster ride;
No problem is without a solution:
Life is too short to fret and fear;
And so, I tried, yet fear engulfed me.

He came back into my life in many forms,
Beating death; guided me with many a face:
As friends, notes of music, verses from books —
He never left me and my life, my Dad.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tick-Tock

Forgotten like a book of romanticized rhyme,
The past is gone, but a moment in time.
The heart akin to ticking grandfather clock,
The stroke of midnight chimes with a shock.


Winding down with an antique chime,
Reminding us all we are out of time.
Could I have done more with my life?
Or just destine to be a lover, mother and wife?


Will my demise make a ripple in time?
or abandoned like romanticized rhyme.
The clock is winding down, slowly halting,
Unconfessions guilt evermore revolting.


Time and again I seek wisdom and light,
Forgiveness comes arduous with hindsight.
The grandfather chimes with an enfeebled din,
Inviting death with his patient, skeletal grin.


Holding the key that sustains the clock.
Standing outside, poised to knock.
Keeping vigil to fading heart-beats,
Ever so gradually the ticking retreats.


Like the grandfather clock slowly winding down,
The sound of silence so damned profound.
With my demise will mourning be shown?
A reticent clock assures me, we all die alone.


Details | Haiku | |

Bells and Cries

A lovely lady;
Growing inside, a new life.
A man in a tux.

Another bell rings now.
Final grades, balanced college offers,
Off to another adventure.

Damp ground, headstones.
Growing inside, a new life,
Done with their adventures.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | I do not know? | |

Daddy

Into the light Daddy...
Please give me your trust.
Hold my hand tightly Daddy...
I wont let you shower with dust.

I miss you so much Daddy...
How I wish you're walking me down the aisle,
Your little girl's a Mom now Daddy..
A boy named after you, I wish you could see his first smile.

Walk this path with me Daddy...
I promise you the road is much better.
And don't worry about me Daddy...
You taught me a lot, thank you for being the best father.

I know you are safe now Daddy...
But it still hurts now that you are gone.
I still cry a lot and wishing for your hugs Daddy...
I'm sorry for all the pain, 
I will always love you, My Daddy. 



Details | Narrative | |

missing you

I see my daddy sometimes what we talk about is between him and I.

To be in his arms one more time you name it, I promise I wouldnt put up a fight...

It's been almost ten years and Im still grieving

I remember that phone call when they said he was no longer breathing

In my mind I was thinking everybody knows my daddy likes to play games that negro

just sleeping...

As time started fading away reality hit me and I had to check my own pulse to see if my

heart was still beating...

Being in a state of shock my thoughts kept repeating, flashbacks of those nights when 

I deserved a beating, you loved me so much I was never was mistreated...

Every night before I closed my eyes you always repeated those three special words

that young girl needs to hear, and even though your not physically here if I close

my eyes tightly not only does your face reappear, but I can softly hear you speak

to me in my ear.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS

      YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS              
I'll be the wind that blows your hair
all of your days I will be there
in summer breezes, winter's freeze
I'll be the wind through all your trees.

I'll be the raindrops on your face
each drop that falls a warm embrace
I'll be each sunset there will be
and every star will shine of me.

I'll be your time that comes and goes
your morning toast and cheerios
I'll be in all your candle flames
and I'll be there at football games.

I'll be the wind that blows your hair
both here and there and everywhere
if I must leave to be with you
then leave I must and leave I do.


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 | Lyric | |

Junkie

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


Details | Free verse | |

Death

You will always be with me.
Death will not take you away.
In my heart you will always be.
Till we meet again some day.

God has you in his arms now.
And heavens angles do sing.
I will go on some how.
Till for me they ring.

Your loving heart and caring hands.
Raised us girls to be strong.
You always seemed to understand.
When things went wrong.

Daddy don't worry to you I will still turn.
Even if it is at your stone.
I still have alot to learn.
But I know you will never be gone.

For even in Death your love goes on.
With ever memory we share.


Details | Free verse | |

I wanted you to leave now your never coming back

        Before I was born you said I wasnt yours and burned down our house
                     and when I was born one glance changed your mind
                             cause I looked so much like you
When I was a baby you wrote me letters from a strange place  with the name I 
wasnt named  even though you wanted me to
I remember waiting at the window for you never to come
and when ide call you'd say you were sick again
I remember when you were sick I visited you in a new place
and you made me a bracelet out of some sort of craft material
it fell apart shortly after I left even though you fixed it 3 times already
when I was there you told me you were sick but slowly getting better and that 
you loved me
I remember when your cat attacked me 
and you didnt believe me 
I remember thinking  mom knows im not a lair why dont you
when I use to visit you you never knew what to cook me or buy me to wear
so I lived off of cheddar cheese and cereal and candy and ide wear this hidious 
purple outfit with snowflakes that I hated
I couldnt wait till I grew outa it which took awhile cause you bought it to big
When I was 13 I was hospitalized and you would visit me 
and you and mom got back together and you moved back in
you moved from a weird house with other men 
who were all twitchy and some of them were dying
you started drinking more and more
and began to be more and more physically abusive 
I hated you I wanted you gone
and when I called the cops on you they looked at me like I was crazy
and in turn I was placed on pins and labeled a problom child
and when we went to meet with my po you cried big crocidile tears when the 
scary man said things you didnt want to hear
so while we were gone you packed up and left
and I was happy
but I hated you for years after
when I was 17 we were shortly back in touch
But I still wasnt ready to stop hating you yet
when I was 18 I found out you were in the hospital dying of cancer
so I went to see you hooked up to every machine and more
I told you I forgive you that its ok 
they told me you couldnt hear me that you were in a coma
I went to visit you when you were outa the hospital
I reminded you that I forgive that  its ok and you said no its not
on october 13th 09 you died
an I never stopped crying
so much was unsaid
I couldnt handle it
so I tryed to kill my self cause  I needed to talk to you again evn if it meant 
leaving everything behind
I wanted you to leave now your never coming back


Details | Kyrielle | |

A STEADY LIGHT

In a dark, uncaring world such as ours,
there must me a steady light at all times:
bring your candles and your Christmas's carol books without being told...
ring out bells to the wild sky overlooking the bright and peaceful road!


Darkness has prevailed since our ancestors sinned,
let it end today to face a blessed day never imagined:
honor and worship your God by praising Him for His undeserved kindness...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky awaiting profound peace found in stillness!

A loving brother should never hate his own brother so kind,
as Cane did with premeditated murder on his carnal mind:
realize the heinous action that initiated the flow of first, innocent blood...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky as everybody smiles and sings out loud! 


Harmony has finally returned after a long absence,
to change hearts and minds and instill confidence:
angels peak and delight in seeing the happy smiles on faces below...
ring out wild bells to the sky on the jolliest season buried in snow!  







Details | Rhyme | |

The Perfect Christmas Gift

The perfect gift
Is often a myth
It's clearly out of reach

You're already gone
Never to respawn
But listen to me preach

The best gift of all
Is hearing your call
And having you back with me

It's been too long
I wrote us a song
I wish you were here to see

Christmas is about love
The innocence of a dove
But also family

Grandpa that's you
We all know it's true
I fall right under your tree

You are my gift
That one wish
I'll glance up at the moon

I'll blow you a kiss
It'll never miss
Grandpa I'll see you soon
                                                                -<3










Details | Verse | |

Melancholy Memory

It was a Friday…
not eerie nor frightful,
no ominous warning,
just tick-tock…

The scars you left in
our impaled minds shown while
the wings of the angels
carried you.

Swiftly you were gone
and took all joy along.
In death, in forever,
in the grave.

Scarce grace lent to you.
Although horrid the race,
you shamelessly ran to
Paradise.

Words can’t express life
taken untimely but,
"Father and husband." carved
in tombstone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lydia's DaddY

...eyes puffy                       
      caked up with cry

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Dreams

A man coming in through the
Window stabs me in the back.
I feel the sensation, but no pain.

Surrounding grass hut, I did see
A group of lions similar to a pack.
I was not harmed, I just felt rain.

Had dream coworker took me to atopsy
To see Dad, was stitched front to back.
Had another of figure out of the main

Closet in bedroom, crossed around bed.
Tried to turn on light, wouldn't come on.
Came to Larry's side and I then woke up.

Always have dreams after people are dead.
They are sent from God to keep me strong.
After dreams I wake up, have coffee in cup.

Another time I flew with my brother
When I woke up I could feel his hand
Letting go of mine. Was losing my mind.

Then there's the one of my mother,
Rising to Heaven in white above sand.
She died so sweet, so loving, so kind.


Details | Quatrain | |

More

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


Details | Elegy | |

My Stairway to Heaven

I wish there was a stairway 
to heaven I would go.
I could see you as my angel 
with wings all of your own
I'd tell you that I love you 
and miss you every day.
My days have felt so empty, 
these months seem like a dream.
I wish that I could wake up 
and find you here with me. 
I miss your loving arms around me,
I miss your comforting words.
You left without any warning, 
and we didn't say goodbye.
Some words were left unspoken, 
and we both had so much more to say.
If only for one moment 
or maybe just one day.
We'd share that cup of coffee
and talk about our day
I'd tell you that I loved you 
from daddy's little girl.
My life has changed forever, 
I know you know it's true.
I pray that you can see me 
and hear my cries of pain.
Please say you'll look down on me
and watch over me as you did.
And know I'll never forget you 
or the times that we had shared.
To some you were just Alan
or maybe just a friend. 
To me you were my father 
that no one can take away.
I pray that we are reunited
in the kingdom up above.
Your strength, your wisdom, your humor.. 
has made me who I am today. 


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Random Thoughts

Thinking about tomorrow
You wont be there
Thinking about you
I miss your voice
Thinking about my birthday
The one I don’t want to have without you
Thinking about my friend 
And how we are drifting apart 
Thinking about a bond and how could be broken over a night 
Thinking about how people could simple walk away
Thinking about life
I wish it would end
Thinking about me
I hate so much
Nothing makes sense 
A lesson I learnt in life 
Everyone walks away
Everyone leaves
There’s no such thing 
As I will be their forever
Or true friendship
No such thing as love 
Being close to anyone 
Only brings pain 
Pain to heart
Pain to soul
They either leave
OR god simple choose
To take them away
Thinking about the things I’ve done
And you are not here to see
Thinking about all the days I tried to make you proud
But never really did
Tired of life
Tired of everything
I think it’s time to say my goodbyes
And put my thinking aside


Details | Free verse | |

My Special Day

I wish you could be there,
On my special day,
To be there when I wake up,
To hold me in your arms,
To whisper words of advice.

I wish you could be there,
On my special day,
To kiss my cheek,
To straighten my veil,
To tell me I’m beautiful.

I wish you could be there,
On my special day,
To help me out of the car,
To walk with me down the aisle,
To give me away.

But I know you’ll be there,
In the most important place,
Kept safely in my heart,
And in the hearts of our family,
And I know you’d be so proud,
On my special day.


7 November 2012


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Love Lost

Love Lost…

Morning star shines down on me
I seek the shade 
The shade of the great oak tree
It casts a giant shadow across both of your hearts
Across mine

The cool breeze blows through the field
Between the rows of etched marble stone
And beyond the blades of overgrown grass
Your resting places I see

In the peace and quiet of the morning
I sit, I stand, I talk to both of you
I breathe; deep
Exhale in a sigh
Unable to fight the tears
Not really wanting to try

I find myself needing to spend time with both of you
But have neither Mother, nor Father
I am no longer a child, but a man?
I am all that you both have made me
Your love and guidance cannot fail me now…


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


Details | Rhyme | |

Social Climber

"There is no safety this side of Death",
admonished Father Jubal.
There's a chance we've only one more breath;
I'd bet my bottom Ruble!
My iron tongue- my lying lung!
One last dirge to be sung...
But from the depths of Hell, from Heaven fell-
I have climbed up wrung for wrung!


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Blessed Dawn

Though I knew not whether you'd be boy or girl, I needed to give you a name. I wanted for it to be a meaning of special As you are to me the same. In as the dawn brings light To the begin'g of each new day, Coming to me out of your blight A rebirth, a new life, a new way. I have had no clue how vastly awesome Our Father in Heaven's talents truly are. We travel many valleys that are quite troublesome, And we forget by how we have come thus far. From each and every valley, trial, or pit, Comes a splendid blessing does He make. Depending upon where we are in it, As to which choice each of us will take. Our Father smiles upon us when the choice is good. But, alas, if we make the one that is bad, He disciplines and shows us what we should, For surely it makes Him sad. He loves us still, in oh so many ways Though at first we may not see. And yet He blesses us on our way, Still turning it out as it was meant to be. Moments after I had had your life deprived, The Holy Spirit convicted me of my sin. Because of your part in my life I got saved, As I repented and asked Christ to come in. It was not until I had your sister and brother That I realized what a blessing you'd have been. I know in my heart HE has taught you HIS love For which I am truly grateful. Couldn't bear to think your thoughts of me were hateful. Looking forward to Jesus introducing you and I one day When spending time getting to know each other we may. ... I ask you for your forgiveness ... And thank God for your existence. Just know, I love you Blessed Dawn, But for now I must continue to carry on.


Details | Couplet | |

The Deadly Dart

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

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

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

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

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


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departed

i am lost

like a shadow 
on a moonless night
you are gone

my mind
stirs like a summer breeze
twirling thoughts of you
as i long for relief

if only you could come back

my heart
beats fast
like quickened steps
on paved walks at night
in search of you

my soul
reaches like a flower
ready to drink the rain
it thirsts for you

the child in me
the adult i have become
each miss you the same


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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.


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As Blind the Moon

Dad sharpened a blade of word
So that it was as sharp as a knife
Mother then open the chest
Until naked like the moon
"Stab the knife!" dad said

I dare not imagine
Blind both eyes of the moon
While night said
Journey still more circular
Even including the dream
Which for me in the form of the blades of walls 
Form a box traps me, huddled
In it, whole time towards morning without
Managed to find a gap like the door was
Since childhood

"Stab the knife!" dad said
When I began to laugh with a mischievous
Imagining the moon began to blind
One of its eye

Mother's chest perfectly naked
And dad stay only one side of the walls
That continues melted

12/25/2012


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Suicide Note

This is the reason....
 Dear mom,
We never got along..
And you know that...
We constantly argue and disagree..
You make me feel like im a disappointment..
You made me feel as if i was never good enough.. 
You never made it seemed it like you actually cared..
 Dear Dad,
I know who you wanted me to be..
we used to not get along..
But now we do..
most of the time..
I know this is not who you want me to be..
I know this is not what you wanted me to do..
But i got no where to go..
You never seem to help..
 Dear the rest of the family
I know you are there for me..
But your reactions to what i do...
I just dont think i could deal..
I dont think you could help...
And i know you wouldnt understand..
 Dear Friends,
If i even dare call you that..
If you will care or not...
Even if you will notice...
I know some of you say your here for me..
But you dont understand..
I tried to tell one of you..
You just starred and wanted to tell everyone..
I am a human..
Im no different..
Im not some monster..
So i may be an outcast..
But does that really matter...
If only you could of helped me..
If only you didnt call me the names...
 Dear everyone,
Im sorry..
Im sorry for being a disappointment..
Im sorry for letting you down..
So that is why i have decided to leave..
So everyone will be happy..
Have a great life everyone..


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American Heart

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


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The Difference My Life He Did Make

The Difference My Life He Did Make

Precious are the memories which lift my soul
Soring to heights of remembered laughs
The joys having made eternal will always last
Good experiences for the lessons I did learn 
This life of a man who shared in kind
For in his living day by day
This man helped me in showing the way
A way of living as a better husband father and man
A way of living that I might stand
To stand tall for family friendship and right
That from this day-forth his trodden path reflects light
Light to shine when worries I do care
Light to glow my path when in despair
I rejoice to know the difference my life he did make


In remembrance of my Father-In-Law
Poem by Mark A. Goodson (son-in-law)
10/26/2012


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lost souls

There we were driving down the road.
I said I love you and I meant it,
you sought my hand and took it.
There we were holding hands like two lost souls 
who don't know where to go.

I feel forgotten,
so lost,
nothing left to be strong for
maybe I'll give in...
to what?
I don't know,
anything that tempts a lost soul.

And you,
even your bones are sad
your very veins cry and yet...
you make plans
to fall in love,
move on.
I'm so...forgettable.

I may be lost
but at least I'm aware.

You don't know what to be
and you pretend to not grieve
as I cry behind my sunglasses
at the lucky fields who don't miss their mother.

Saw a mother 
pushing her child
on their homemade tire swing
and I was jealous.
My very heart turned green.
I wish it was me.
I wish it was me.

Five months and twenty four days.
Five months and twenty four days.

Never been away from her that long.
If she were pregnant it would be starting to show
oh
why do I think of such things?

Her Sunday drives to the beach.
Her Dad's cigar getting her sister in trouble.
Hearing God's name for the first time.
Falling in love when she met you.

Someone,anyone:
tell me it won't be longer.
Tell me it won't be much longer.


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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! 


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Father

Father dear father
Copartner in my life
flesh of my flesh
bone of my bones 
alpha adam ancestor 
 
Daddy growing up 
you’re my hero
my idol my mentor
i look to you for strength 

Papa why do you drink
why are you so angry 
why do you hate
why the shame

Pop following in your footsteps
i am a drunk too
why do i do what I hate 
so much like you

Papa we are getting older
you are close to death
too late too soon 
to know what i know

Dad many years gone
i still miss you
I know now You 
Loved Me

Love, your son …


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Not so Perfect Dad

NOT SO PERFECT DAD

You’re not so perfect, Dad, we know
But who can find one, who can show?
Oh, Dad we love you even so
For you have loved us as we grow

We took for granted what you say
We took for granted that you pray
Misunderstood the complex way
You help no matter who are they

The sound of motorcycle roars
The groovy outfits that you wore
Girls hug and kiss you, give you score
The children love you even more

We’ll miss your laughter, smile and tear
We’ll miss the way you bring us cheer
We’ll miss your songs we seldom hear
We’ll miss the notes you post we fear

Sometimes respect we sure denied
When we grew wiser, hurt your pride
Now Jesus Christ in you abide
Our teardrops flow now that you died


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The Phantom Couple

Fog is thick on this summer's night
My only companion the lighthouse light

Your empty absence I can no longer take
Alone in this world I will surely break

The beckoning ocean promises you again
Only step closer and freely give in

Confusion replaces the pain of my tears
A shadowed phantom from the mist appears

With a blink and a shake it is suddenly gone
Hope guides me to the place it stood upon

No remnants remain but two pairs in the sand
Disappearing into the mist hand-in-hand  

I cover my face and fall to my knees
Never alone, forever they watch over me


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I AM !AN ECHO.

WHO ARE YOU AND THE ANSWER WAS ,I AM!
SO I HAVE STRUGGLED THRO LIFE TILL  MY COFFIN WAS CALMED.
ADAM INVENTED WAR FROM THE JEALOUSY OF EVES BIRTHING CRIES,
AND MANKIND IS LEFT ASKING FOR ETERNITY,WHO AM I?.


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Her Mother's Wedding Ring

She wears her mother’s wedding ring
On a chain around her neck
She wears scars on her torso
Courtesy of glass cuts from the wreck
She wears her pain deep inside
From a loss she can’t forget
She wears her guilt for surviving
Not dying also she regrets

He tries hard to comfort her
But he also feels the loss
He tries to be strong enough
His own grieving is the cost
He tries to help her cope
And move on with her life
He tries to be there for her
But she reminds him too much of his wife

They buried her in the rain
A drunk driver was to blame
They buried her far too young
Their lives never again to be the same
They buried her with broken hearts
Through tears of suffering
They buried her but saved a gift
And now she wears her wedding ring


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Letters to my dad

How about them times! Some of them seem so goofy now, But what fun it was. How we laughed an laughed. What’s missing now Is your face I was your ace. Not a foot print I wouldn’t trace. Always wanted to be in your good grace. Never to act in hast. He would of never made it his place, To judge you; Is a lack of conversational taste. The fact that I adore you is but one of my truths. The way you shaped my views Puts others to waste. They have no clue to what the world holds outside of there face. I can help, But I’m not the man you where Dad. Sometimes I get so sad. And for real even mad. The world took the best person I ever had.


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The Heron


for  my Father


My father is as noiseless as the bird,
Transfixed upon his pirouetting bob,
To angle fish his self-appointed job,
He speaks with silence. It is his every word.

Mirror to him, voiceless and unstirred,
The heron stiffens, ready to make hob
Among the flitting silver swimming mob.
Beaking his prey, he leaves the water blurred.

He rises like a spirit from the lake
to seek his nest, crowning a cypress tree,
At the utmost reach of my pursuing eyes.
Dad passed today. Contented with his take,
his creel pegged out, my father sought his quay
Eternal, at a height I can't surmise.


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Our Little Girl

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


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Don't put your Dad in a home

Don’t put your Dad in a home kids
It isn’t a nice place to be
The people are old, the foods always cold
And everyone smells of stale pee

Don’t put your Dad in a home kids
You know that it wouldn’t be fair
They feed you alright and watch through the night
But you know that they don’t really care

So don’t put your Dad in a home kids
It is not where he’d like to expire
Just let him stay till he goes on his way
With his slippers in front of the fire


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daddy stop

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

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


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The End

One dark night, my nineteenth year,
Uniformed men knocked at my door.
They refused to say what I had to see,
"The End" at twenty-three. (brother)
I was twenty-three that April
That the phone call came.
It was dawn. She was gone.
"The End" at fifty-four. (mother)
It was April again, my thirty-eighth year.
Half a world away, middle of my day,
Came the phone call again.
"The End" at sixty-seven. (father)
I was forty-five and still alive,
Then torrentail tears wouldn't stop.
When they did, the pain left me.


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Raven's Task pg2

a heavy smog circles around the dead hiding the ground below the demons become 
louder and I can hear the ground start to quake then thousands of ugly vile things 
climb to the surface and all thousand of their little ugly eyes are on me I suddenly 
feel completely overwhelmed a thousand against one how can this be why would 
our Father do this to me I begin to shoot and a single bullet fly’s not hitting even 
one of those nasty creatures I can now feel the fear and am at my wits end then 
the great spirit speaks once more you have forgotten your Father you have lost 
your faith how can you rid these evil creatures alone I drop to my knees and weep 
oh Father forgive me I have sinned I let the demons take control letting me forget 
the most important thing of all prayer please help me I can’t do this without you I 
trust that you will see me through amen then as I arose the figures I had foolishly 
mistaken for bats had actually been the lords angels waiting for me to pray all at 
once they swooped down beside me their beauty glorifying the entire land I began 
to shoot and not just one bullet flew but twenty everyone of them hit their target as 
the angels and I worked together the battle was won before it could even begin 
when the land again was at peace the angels took my hand the black of my dress 
became white and wings slowly started to sprout upon my shoulders I then knew it 
was time for me to go home

Contest: Living Among the Dead pg 2of 2
By: Virginia Frayer


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Desire

I desire the truth
I wonder about you 
when I'm broke down
in the the corner of
a black room fear to 
shed my tears hope to
bring my desires to life 
it's just a faint fantasy 
in the back of my mind
now your only a dream 
I desire to search for
you when your with me 
only in my heart which
stops to the thought of
how your gone and this 
desire of mine won't 
let you rest


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Our parents

I do miss them everyday,
To state the facts
I know ill never get them back,
Sleep that's what I lack
In
Conversational
Understandings
We got each other,
because they where just- that- smart
A want to interact,
with us,
as equals,
but we where aware,
they where parents.
This,
Absolutely okay.
The vision may be myopic,
but I will never,
blame them.
For being naive


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For Nate 'The Great'

Singing
With tears 
In your eyes
As you stared at me
With the most caring gaze.

Your childhood
Sung in sweet lyrics,
They lingered in my ears
As my throat began to tighten
With sadness.

What's that, dear?
Your parents beat you?
Never a word spoken 
To anyone?

It made you a better man?
No dear,
It caused horrid memories.

Your father 
Brought you to a bar
And let his friends beat you 
With bottles?

My dear
Sweet Nate,
Keep singing.

Your mother 
Was addicted to drugs
And violence?

What ever happened
To her?
She's buried six feet under?

What about your father?
Prison
With the other abusive men?

Scars
Dug deep 
In your skin
Jump to my sight
As I quietly whimper
With your soft voice.


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Lost Valentine

“She was mine” was all he thought
His spark was gone, forever had seemed so long
The gleam in his eye, dulled as days went by
He’d been trying hard to carry on, she was two months gone
He could no longer cry, all life was now, was a lie
His sadness growing deeper, as the world continued to fly by
His girl was gone now, his reason and purpose no longer around
For years he cared, he couldn’t show, but those actions spoke louder than any words 
she would’ve known
His poor tired soul began to appear on his face
His heart numb from losing the one love that who with, his life had begun
Now it was his time to start, for in his heart, he knew……
They wouldn’t be far apart.

                                                    Dedicated to the memory of my Grandparents
                                                      William Lee Neeland Sr. 02/22/27 – 07/10/04
                                                     Pauline Sue Neeland         07/27/46 - 12/24/03
with all my love, #2


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LAST DANCE

“This hospital room is a prison cell!
Why can’t I die in MY bed, take me home!
Sweetheart, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to yell,
But to sit here and wait? I’d rather roam!”

“Let me gaze at the dusk! Enjoy a steak!
Watch a football game or drive to the Falls!
Death is a moron, he made a mistake!
And for just one more day, I’d beg and crawl.”

“Take care of yourself, Dear, don’t live for work,
Life’s too short, those ‘golden years’ are a lie,
Be kind to strangers, but ignore the jerks,
Take time to laugh, because the days will fly.”

“Where did I put my pen? No. Don’t bother,
My mind’s a muddle, the puzzle’s too hard,
This crossword book I’ll tuck in my covers,
Forget that checkerboard, that deck of cards.”

“I’m tired of this dumb game,” he then said,
Carefully, I asked, “What game is that, Dad?”
His look sent darts. “Don’t toy with the near dead!
I’ve fought a good fight, gave all that I had.”

I looked in his eyes, saw pride, love and fear,
“Dad, would you like to dance, right here and now?
I know in that gown, I might see your rear,
But keep it slow, and you don’t need to bow.” 

“Chip off the block,” he extolled, then guffawed,
“Help me up, Buttercup. This I can do.
Yes, I’m weak, but I can still shake a paw,
Of course, you nilly, I will dance with you.”

We moved together and he held me tight,
Slowly we shuffled, my father and me,                                         
“Hey,” I whispered, “don’t be scared of the night.
It’s just a doorway to eternity.”

He held me closer. “How’d you get so smart?
My daughter, my life, you do what you can,
I leave happy, for you have a good heart,
Just promise, you’ll remember your old man.”





*In honour of my father. I do remember my old man, and often, Dad. This is a compilation of the conversations we had in the last few days he had in palliative care, and yes, I did dance with my dad the day before he died, and yes, we joked all the time. When he said, "I'm tired of this game." I was worried I was misunderstanding him, since he'd been working on crossword puzzles and we'd played other board games. It is one of the hardest conversations I've ever had in my life, saying goodbye, trying to reassure someone who was always the strong one. It is also one of the most precious memories in my life. 


For Frank's Conversation Contest


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In Your Love

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

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

~ Leonard Napierskie


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When Enough is NOT Enough

woeful dreams of shattered hearts
bode cries of weary souls adrift 
in sorrow’s  impossible embrace

its deathless spirit forever longing 
unknown questions  overwrought
in darken corners without sound

till quiet whisper’s passing hope 
their bosom bursting with secrets
in vain consciously disappeared

a shadowy mystery’s forgotten
nightmare knowingly awakened
in blindness’ forbidden retreat

a senseless loss yet unexplained
engulfed by continuous despair
in a maelstrom’s hidden depths 

its tipping point deeply mired 
by nonstop waves of lost tears 
in a tempest of howling winds

of returned dust e’er scattered
from east to west and beyond
in the cycle of life now undone

when enough is NOT enough
and Hade’s thirst is quenched  
in limbo men’s souls remain

© Eugene Harvey


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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





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Us

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


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Warrior

Man strives throughout his life, to gain affliction,
He is a warrior, for his life, not for the nation.
Since birth, he attempts to win positions,
This marks his ambitions to make collision.

Since the very day he takes birth,
Has to struggle, making life worth.
When an infant, he began to observe,
As he grows, life takes curve.

Arriving to youth, steps up to progress,
With his ammunitions, struggles for desired bliss.
Arising towards his goal never looks back,
Stalking his dream, for success, he never gets slack.

As the warrior grows old, he drops arm,
Retired soldier gets pension as acquired charm.
As death draws its curtains, he tell,
Not to conquer, but to fight well.


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My angel

You were bright and beautiful from the moment i found out i was carring you. A beautiful angel in disguide. Not only were you my child, but a part of me my own flesh and blood, my angel sent from above. Even tho i never met you, you were mine and i loved you. I could only imagen what you would look like, and all i knew you were perfect in everyway. Then your destiney came and your fate was sealed. I couldnt stop it, I couldnt make it go away, you were taken from me and my heart stopped. I loved you from the begining and I'll love you till the day i draw my last breath, your my angel from above taken from me to soon.


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Break the Chain

I was there when no one died
The funeral was grave and gray
He was buried alongside 
An empty coffin; a parade of solitude
Was held in place to say goodbye
To the man who never was

Not many attended that funeral
Guess he wasn’t quite the guy
Even the priest had called in sick
Only rains and empty skies
Had come to say goodbye
To the man who never was

There is a certain loneliness
In the death of nothingness

How can we be sure that we
Didn’t just walk right by it
How can we be sure that we
Aren’t missing something

There is a certain blindness
In the death of nothingness

And an eerie darkness
In the birth of knowledge
A gnawing fear we choose
To dismiss but never lose

But dawning near is the time
When once again nothing dies
And we realize that we
Know nothing at all.

They didn’t even bother to
Throw the dirt back into the grave
Cover the coffin and the corpse
A simple hole, soaking wet
No one comes to say goodbye
To the man who never was

I shall leave as if I never came
And on my lonely walk back home
Mutter a silent prayer, goodbye
To the man who never was
Hope that I never become
The kind of man my father was


Details | I do not know? | |

This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 1 Finding out Jenny Was My Sister

Finding out Jenny Was My Sister…1987/1988

I had been known Jenny was my sister since late my sophomore year at Blackford High 
School. We had a class together. We were not close friends, but we would in say hi to each 
other. I knew my birth fathers last name was _____. So one day, I asked my mom about 
her, and she said yes, that she was my sister, and it was up to me if I wanted to let her 
know we were sisters. Well, being I was so young, I was scared she would reject me.
So I let that opportunity pass me by. Each time I would see her though, I would be more 
sweet and friendly to her. She soon graduated with the _______Class of 1988 and I never 
saw her again. But she was never far from my mind.






(names removed for our privacy)


Details | Etheree | |

Death of a Father, Birth of a Child

As the night closes, his fate would be sealed.
His family gathers by his side.
Removed from artificial life,
It is a matter of time.
Holding hands we hold him.
Parent in his heart.
Crippled inside,
Surrender,
Yielding,
Death.
~
Birth.
Breathing,
Creation,
Growing inside.
The life of our love.
Holding hands we hold her.
Time heals the absent beating.
Expelled from the womb, now she breathes.
As family gathers by our side.
When the morning comes, life is full circle.



For Contest: Double Reverse Etheree
Sp. Shadow Hamilton
date: 09-09-2014


Details | ABC | |

the wrong invitation

for you i have been missing,

you are short of a prayer,

this domain they have spoken is cold but a stare,

for hand that i reach is short of a friend,

so trust me my fellow this is where it shall end,

the blood river flows and colder as it grows,

for my heart is the lands or prosperity as it shows,

a riddle for you my love,

its as pretty as a dove,

think of my father that force me from above,

I am the rich, powerful and the great,

i am the one that has taken your chance of all fate,

I open the gate,

for the children that have been freed to the father of all hate.




Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 2

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

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

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

Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.


Details | Free verse | |

family feud over inheritances im missing from my own life

my grandfather was in a coma
my grandmother was a cripple
my family was excluded from my grandfathers estate

my father was hit by a drunk driver
my father left my brother and i an inheritance
my uncle was the executor of the estate

i havent recieved a phone call from him ever
he wanted me to have a tv, a computer and a vehicle.

my step mom has done this before

a group of people that had a problem with my father even buying me a birthday present
a group of people my father bought all the christmas presents for
that never had anything nice to say to my father about me

i could change the world,
sve the emperor of china from a hostage situation
i could be a torture victom of a drug ring scrambling away in homelessness
and get the big "so what" as they sit in my dads three houses

im not sure why the only thing they wanted me to participate in was cruelty

and shotgunning beer at a funeral party is really not classy


just for future reference when these people make the news


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

In Loving Memory of Clifford Morgan Evans

It’s a lovely casket, my grandmother said
With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head
I did not want her to see me cry,
But seeing him there, I knew there was no use to try
To hold back the tears, so they started to flow
As I started the process of letting you go
I cried two tears that fell onto your sleeve
At the bittersweet thought of letting you leave
I took hold of your hand in mine once again
And I remembered how warm it once had been
With this thought, the tears began to pour
Until I saw something I had not noticed before
My eyes had been cloudy for such a long while
That I hadn’t noticed, your mouth was turned up in a smile
And as I looked at your face, my tears no longer streaming,
I suddenly understood why you were beaming
Your body is here, but your spirit has gone
Ascended to the heavens, your journey goes on
I picture you entering through the golden gate
Anxious to see the wonderful things that await
Cliff Jr. appears, your long departed son
You feel no more pain, your battle is won
In the place you are now, suffering does not exist
I feel such comfort as I realize this
It’s nine o’clock now, and it’s time to go
I love you so much, and I know that you know
I know that one day I will see you again
My heart at peace, I wait until then

In loving memory of Clifford Morgan Evans


Details | Rhyme | |

As I bade our Son goodbye

ZACH

Let me take away your heartache, 
Let me bear your unbound pain. 
For I don't want you going through, 
All that suffering again. 

On the worst day of my life thus far, 
We were standing side by side. 
When we took our boy to hospital, 
From Meningitis, there he died. 

The pain I felt in my grieving heart, 
I have never felt before. 
I know those doctors tried to help, 
And they could have done no more. 

On the morning of Zach's funeral, 
With a tear in my eye. 
It's the hardest thing I've ever done, 
As I bade our son goodbye. 

To have your child die in your arms, 
And there's nothing you can do. 
Is the hardest test this world can give, 
But his love will see us through. 

So heavenly Father I ask of you, 
Don't cast my Son aside. 
For that young lad who we love so dear, 
I now give to you with pride.


Details | Free verse | |

What is death

What is death?
A mystery I can never solve
Or even understand I don’t think any human can
What is death?
A question no one ever gave me an answer for
Well not the one I need
I’ve been living in confusion since the day I lost you
They told me: tomorrow you will forget
They told me: Tomorrow everything will be better
How can I forget?
When everything reminds me of you
What is death?
I can never find an answer or even understand
You were here and now you are gone
You were there and now you are not
I hold the phone to call you 
Cause I can never believe that you won’t answer
I see your grave I read your name a thousand times
In order to believe and yet
It might be someone else the same name as you
Am I losing my mind? 
For nothing makes sense to me
Will it ever do? 
Will I ever understand? 
How you were just right there
And now simply now you are not
They tell me you are in heaven 
You are gone 
But yet they say he will never leave he is always in our heart
You are either there or not
You can’t be not here and yet in my heart
I don’t want you to be in my heart
I want to call you
And I want you to answer
I don’t want to hear tomorrow will be better
I think I’m faking it
Why do I even care?
Questions in my mind 
Maybe a way to make my self-feel better
Why do I even care?
But I do 
I need you here
I need you now
I need to call you
And I need you to answer
I don’t want to understand death
I don’t want death 
I don’t believe in death
It’s a lie they created to take you way from me


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

VOYAGES OF AN EXTRAORDINARY MAN

He was born in Genoa,
and his mother was Susanna;
and he set sail at the age of fourteen,
to begin a new exploration age!
His father Domenico
gave him inspiration and courage...
while his three brothers:  Giacomo,
Bartolomeo and Giovanni ventured with him
on his long and dangerous voyages,
and accused of many atrocities...
they were sent back to Spain in chains!
A visionary with an extraordinary man's ego, 
followed in the footsteps of Marco Polo...
and in his final days, he died a disappointed man! 


 
 
 


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee A DAD AND A DOVE WHO DIED WHEN THEIR MATE DID i miss you dad

This was written in 2009.....I never gave it to him:

IF ONLY I HAD BEEN MORE LIKE HIM

A man of infinite intellect told me to start thinking about thinking
And believe me that his is indisputable intelligence
The only problem is too much of the time I am thinking about drinking
Or doing the distinctly dishonest thing with duly deemed diligence

So I decided to write these words for no good reason at all
The only reason for scribing this is because I felt it was what I was supposed to do
I’ve discovered it’s difficult to think when you’re banging your head on a wall
And thinking about doing the right thing, to me, is a concept too brand new

So I am sitting here thinking about thinking with dedication
Yet with perseverance I am perceiving the dark and the dim
This man of infinite intelligence spoke words with an important implication
And I am also thinking about my father and how advantageous it would be if I were more like him
Jeff!
Too late now, sadly


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Dad, Let Go

In all my life 
I’ve never spent a full day with you 
Dad, the man I know and love
Split in two

I’m proud to call you my father
For any man to model
But only half because the other half
Can’t let go of the bottle

Your different dad
When your drinking or not
Don’t deny your problem
You miserable sot

A 12-pack isn’t normal
Not everyday or so
Grow up, act your age
And just let go

Because we love you dad
We always have and will
But your drinking blasts a hole in me
With nothing to fill

When you ask me for more
I am hopeless to your avidity
But give-in and guide you towards death
For fear of acerbity

As I mature into manhood
I fear that you won’t see the day
I graduate, get married, or start my family
So affirm a different substance for your thirst to allay

I have no shame on my knees to plead
Because we are kin, it’s your blood I bleed
You must end this putrid deed 
So Dad, please just let go of the mead

By Nicholas A. Bello 


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly everything stops. Silence…






Details | Rhyme | |

Released

Released (In memory of my father)

Depart, spring's milky petals fall;
the humbled hart, in meadow laid.
Long sultry days of summer gone,
now wilts the verdant blade.

Depart, lone winged albatross:
befriended ketch hast come agroun'.
The oak ablaze in autumn's sketch
has lost it's treasured crown.

Depart, the weary sun of dusk;
stars swept aside by stormy brush.
Away, away the sterling cranes,
from winter's chill they rush.

Depart, as mist, the salmon spawned;
proud grizzly dens when shadows creep.
A crystal moon, from perch descends;
the rugged hills, at peace, may sleep. 

Depart, beholden I to time;
still, sweet memories bequeathed.
Love's sorrow, golden, silence sounds.
This life's last breath…released.

Notes: 
My father was a very proud British Columbia son, so several images reference this. Milky
petals are those of the dogwood, the official tree of B.C. "Hart" is another word for
deer, which I did not know until recently. 
This poem was inspired during my final visit with him in the hospital and the feelings he
expressed.


Details | Free verse | |

Your daughter, the empty shore...

I’m just an empty shore
Forgotten and left to bake
In the sun
By your passing.

I’m just another land
In this bleak world you left behind,
A land words cannot speak of,
A place you cannot see.

My waves roar and howl 
For time has delayed
You from kissing 
My blossomed palms.

I’m just an empty shore
Waiting for you to 
Harvest the sand
That creases my brow.

I’m just a naked coast,
Remote, in the deepest sea,
For the skies forbid you
From reaching my salty rocks.

I’m just a lonely beach
Dressed in briny tears
From the clouds 
You hung above.  

I’m just an empty shore
On which my footprints
Will always cry
Your leave.




© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Free verse | |

In The Valley Of The Mountains



I step into the new day.

Standing, 
in the valley of the mountains,
The red dawn predicts change.

Inside, a cloak of darkness hangs.

Daniel sits,
confused,
in his brown reclining chair.

Birds cut low through the morning sky.

Knowingly,
Earth follows the Laws of Nature,
rain will soon fall.

Lingering,
he grapples with mortality,
as death's cloak falls over him.

The storm breaks hard.

I cry,
in the valley of the mountains,
where the dawn predicts change. 


Re-post from 1/2010




Details | Rhyme | |

Mom hated Wednesdays

Mom hated Wednesdays but I don't remember why.
Sadly, it was on a Wednesday when she died.
My Granddad also died on a Wednesday and that was very sad.
My Grandmother bragged because she was going to receive $10,000 because of his death and that made me mad.

Me, Mom and Granddad were all Leos, we were born in August and July.
It hurt me when Granddad passed away and when my poor mom died.
It's been painful since Mom passed away.
It's a fact that she hated Wednesdays.

(Dedicated to Agnes and Burley Johnson who passed away on March 6, 2013 and August 3, 1994.)


Details | Quatrain | |

The Day Dad Planned His Funeral

They said you needed surgery.
You said 'There's business I must do.'
I drove you to the funeral home.
The arrangements were for you.

I had to wait outside that day.
I couldn't go in there.
I don't know how you made those plans.
You showed how much you cared.

You knew you wouldn't make it.
You feared the end was near.
I hate what your life did to you.
I wish you were still here.

How do you plan your funeral? 
Were you as scared as I? 
What were your thoughts heading to the docs? 
Did you know that you would die? 

If I could turn back time and say
the things I'd like to say, 
I'd say 'I love you' and 'I'll miss you.'
'I wish that you could stay! ' 


Details | Quatrain | |

Friend

I stood before truth
Unsure of what to say
Shadowed by life’s absence
The martyred words of May
Why didn’t we speak
If only to taste a spring day
To rejoice in a warm glimpse
Of winter’s interrupted fray
I still have the pictures
Framed by years of neglect
Too dusty to fondly recall
Too painful to reflect
I only wished to hold you
To bask in your pride
To hear my name spoken
As if truth never lied
I stood before him
Knowing this was the end
That my father had left me
And I wasn’t even his friend


Details | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Grandpa

I stare at your face as I remember it so vividly. 

I remember every piece of hair 
You crafted to lay so perfectly in place

The tip of your nose that became slightly rosier with each year
 The way your eyes wrinkled when you smiled
Your hard belly against mine as you gave me a hug 

When you said "I love you kid" 
And the pricelessness of those words 
Spoken more frequently towards the end.    

I wish we had more time 
So I could show you who I have become
 You may be gone but your love lingers on 

In the hearts of not only your family 
But every person you touched
And welcomed as part of that family 

You showed me that love is deeper than the surface 
It is rooted over time
Solidified in the thick and maintained through the thin.

I close my eyes 
Trying to picture the beautiful place 
You have chosen you reside 

Sometimes I whisper to you,
Hoping you can hear me
Just to say I love you


I know I will have to wait patiently 
For the next chapter 
When we all will reside together


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Little Feet

Now hear the beat
Of all their little feet.
A note for every single pain
Of dreams shoved down the drain.

As their soles meet the dirt
Their hearts race with hurt
And betrayal that feels so real
Compared to life that’s turned surreal.

You warn them that life is rough
And they pray to God you are enough
To save them from nightmares
And incubus that cause their tears.
 
But you never cease to fail
To be the hammer to the nail
On their sarcophagus of life
And the one to cause their strife.

So kiss your little one goodnight
And don’t hold on too tight.
‘Cause before you know it,
They see the crimes you commit.

And you’ll be sending them on their way
To the trail of decay.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lord, Why Did You Take Him? (Monody)


He always praised and loved the mountain folklore, 
Sang songs in sparkling summer or in cold winter. 
Ahh, but now the legend shall sing songs no more, 
Nor will this li’l warbler listen to his banter.

I have known him so well, too sweet for my name, 
When he gently held these tiny hands to play.
Him, Oh I could not forget nor put to shame,
But the selfish touch of fate took him away.

I have lost him, my daddy, to the giant tree;
His echo swiftly fading in the cloudless noon sky.
If the sacred rocks would just give him back to me,
So I might, again, hear him sing ere to sleep I lie.  


Details | Couplet | |

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


Details | Quatrain | |

A Found Man 2K12

There no longer staggers "The Broken Man",
A higher power called upon his number,
On June Twelfth, fate rendered him a found man;
Long last a tired body found its slumber.


Details | Free verse | |

A Remembrance of My Father

Broken tears and shattered lives
How it feels deep inside
The day I lost my father
Gone is a piece of my soul

Always thinking and dreaming of you
Continuous love through and through
What am I to do when you are not here
Showing me what to do

On that day I was not there 
The way you were for me those years
Untold suffering and woe
Shame and regret restrain me now

Putting on a façade
Abandonment from the reality
Remembering the blessed times
Deep inside my mind

Admirable man that you were
Generous, loyal, sentimental
Could never ask for any more
Always with me everywhere
Always hold you dear

Gratitude for what you did
The way you taught and raised me here
Makes me strong to hold through this
To keep you close
To Remember


Details | Haiku | |

Eleven

     



       
Eleven 

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


Details | Ballade | |

trains

Here I am
with all my bags scattered at your feet.

The train roars away, miles away.
With smoke piling out of it and no trace of me.

Had a nightmare last night
that I left you behind
hit me with such force that I 
jerked awake and cried.

There was darkness looming ahead
but I just kept
doing what I was doing and
then it all caved in.
The thunder roared 
and the lightning cracked,
death surrounded me
I was found with shaky knees
somewhere on Toledo streets
all I could think of was Home.

So I jumped in someone's car,
in someone's arms
and fled.
Cuz it was new and different.
I said Home,
Take me Home.
I called and called to say 
I was on my way.
No one answered. No one was there.
But new people. 
A Father who looked like my Father but a Mother who looked strange.
And I know wicked step mothers are only in movies. Only in movies.
That storm had taken everything I knew.
That nasty selfish storm.

You heard I was on my way
to go way
cuz I was in shock, it all came back
to me.
Have to start my life over.
Brick by brick.
Block by block.
The strongest material
so we can always stay together.
You did not push it.
You did not beg.
With the calmest, gentlest voice you said:
You were the most beautiful baby 
I'd ever seen.
Born on a Tuesday
I remember that day.
Six pounds nine ounces
however many inches long
and smiling away...

Can't believe I almost left you behind..
Like some puppy I can't take on a trip
that I can just toss aside
somewhere on a country road left wondering what you did wrong.
You are people.
You are my people, 
some of the best God made. So I dropped my plans ran and took a flying leap into your arms.

That darkness is still here 
but it isn't everywhere.
Its starting to fall behind 
will you dance with me on the other side?
And say we beat this 
we beat this thing.

I cried oceans for twelve whole months
and I will continue to off an on
until my Home is back...

But now I'm here ready to gve give give 
til I can barely walk walk walk
cuz I'm so worn out.
That's what I want.

Here I am take me back.

Trains will always be there.
Trains will come and trains will go..


Details | I do not know? | |

When my world collapsed

I stand in front of your grave
You were so bold and brave
Death unexpected so full of life

Undeserving fate
My timing to late
That last night I saw you we had a fight

Guilt ridden struck me these past 4 years
I still occasionally leak tears
It's still surreal to not have you here with me and my sister

If there is a heavan please look down on us we need you
Were not doing great
I'm angry and full of hate

From losing you the prettiest mother 
My distant father
And my other baby sister

Lost forever burried six feet under
Free are suffering soul
Fill this expanding hole

To my lost family rest in peace I will forever love you


Details | Free verse | |

To the Apple Thought Rotten

Of the things I’ve had in life, I never thought I’d miss you, The one I never had to hold, But always wished to know. The resent I gathered, Towards the one that left, Is sometimes turned to sadness, I wish I didn’t regret. I went through my years, Knowing stories of your past, Never knowing of your present, Or the future you might have had, My apple thought rotten, Though I never wanted a bite, Now could be thought of as sweet, Always now begging for a taste. I will always wish, There was a could have been, But now I sit here writing this, Knowing that I missed my chance. Now gone from this world, All my fault I didn’t know, All this time did you, Want to know me too? I’m trying to keep it together , I’m trying to come back to reality, But knowing that I will never know you, Troubles me to no end. You did what you thought was best, I understand you had your reasons, I just wish I had gotten the chance, To know my father at his best. But I will keep on living, And I won’t shed a tear, God had bigger plans for you, Than I had ever dared. Apple thought rotten, I know you cared, I just wish you didn’t care as much, Or maybe you’d still be here.


Details | Haiku | |

Mourning

Winter rains caress the slope Where your ashes fell Rain and Spring will bring new life


Details | Dodoitsu | |

A missed poem

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

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

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

@ Elly Wouterse

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Goneril & Regan (King Lear)

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


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My Saddest Memory

"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two,
          and this story.... "

When I was but a child,
My father he was my whole world.
On the night that he died
That world as I knew it... unfurled.

My mother and I were not close.
I was Daddy's little girl.
I had my father's eyes of green,
I had his hair, in wild curl.

I was a child, I saw him die.
No one should have such a memory.
My life that night forever changed.
I saw what no one should ever see.

Suicide is an ugly word.
It was never spoken about that night.
Truth was hidden from all who asked.
How could he think this solution right?

A childhood memory from long ago
Still brings tears when I recall
The night my father chose to die,
To run from life... and us all.






~~~ Francine Roberts~~~
            14/08/2011

for Constance's " I Fancy Another
Sad Poem" contest


Details | Narrative | |

There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part IV- (Most Awesome Paranormal Experience)

stammered, “Because, if Brian ran away, I saw him earlier today, downtown!  And  
he bought me an ice cream cone! And we talked and were even laughing at a joke 
I’d just told!  He was all dressed up and I asked him where he was going all 
dressed up on a Saturday. He just laughed and said that, he was on an errand and 
he was going back home. He said that he would see me later.  Then I said that I 
would come by to tell him about the trip. We said good bye and he walked away!

Papa’s face turned to stone as he starred in silence, and poor Thomas just stood in 
that spot like a statute.  My oldest sister or someone asked him what kind of 
clothing Brian was wearing.  He answered that Brian was wearing a grey suit, white 
shirt and a burgundy bow tie! He described the outfit down to the shoes Brian 
wore. With that said, Papa, wide-eyed called was rising out of his chair in slow 
motion as he called out to Mama to come and hear this.  Slowly, his tall frame stood 
in silence. Those were the exact clothes that Brian was buried in. There is no way 
Thomas could have known what kind of clothing Brian had been buried in because; 
his parents weren’t at home when he returned from camp.  He had returned much 
earlier than was expected. He didn’t unpack his bags, being in a hurry to get to the 
store downtown as they closed early on Saturdays. After, he would go and visit 
Brian to share about the trip.  Brian’s burial clothes were all new and made by the 
local tailor!  Thomas ran out of the house and my Father ran after him. The grieving 
had begun all over again. We never did see our dog, Blackie again.  The following 
year we moved away.  I am grateful for memories because even though my brother 
Brian died long ago, I still remember his handsome face, even his voice, the way he 
walked, his beautiful smile, and the many times he would carry me up on his 
shoulders to safety in escaping from an abusive uncle.

Next time I see my brother Brian, we will be together again, this time forever.


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Butterfly

She was just 8 years old
With freckles on her face
She was a little tom boy
Playing miles from the U.S base

Her name was parwana
 Means butterfly in afghan
She was like a little princess
Born in a cruel land

She was with other children
Just playing under the skies
But they look like terrorist
to a  robotic drone as it flies

So they all were killed
With bombs falling from the skies
Then Washington says on TV
It’s a mistake we apologize

We apologize for your lost?
How will that ease the pain?
Of the parents not seeing
Their little love ones again

Her mother cries oh god
Why don’t you kill me instead?
How can I live now? 
That my little butterfly is dead

These are our children
Not a horse or a cow
Go look your self in the mirror
Who are the terrorist now?

 The British prime minster
Says the terrorist will be beat
From his press conference
From NUMBER 10 Downing Street

The white house says
There will causalities of wars
While all the war mongers
Are safe behind their doors

Her father mourns her death
Till his cant live no more
So he drove a car with bombs
Thru the green zone door

There are good and evil
And we know what evil do
But when the good do the same
Then who is better than who

The lives of the innocent
Are being taken by both sides
And today there was a butterfly
Who will no longer flies?


Details | I do not know? | |

Look Me In The Eyes

Look me in the eyes and judge me by my heart.
Don't determine me by my cover before you even start.
To get to know my feelings you must know that I
Will never be the same after the day that he died.

Don't consider me as "emo" before you comprehend
That I am nearly close to tears as I write this with my pen.
He was very special to me and I don't want to cry but 
I will never be the same after the day that he died.

Please don't push me or shove me or call me names
Or force razor blades and knives in my dreary haze
Of something you can call my face.

I may look goth or punk or emo but under the makeup and clothes
I'm just a sad kid; depressed that her grandfather died from carless smokes
And careless drinks that he made too often 
because he felt cool, I guess (heaven only knows why)
My grandfather died


Details | Free verse | |

I Hoped

I hoped
I really really hoped
By now that you'd pick up the phone
Or show up at my door
But there's someone you want a little bit more

Days and nights go by
Staying strong is hard but I try
Reminders pop up in every day life
But still I keep busy and strong, I try

So many moments I've never had
I'll never get to experience with dad
Basic anatomy connected us at first
You ignored all that and rolled me in the dirt

Downhill I fell and fell and fell
You made me cry many times and I yelled
Your heads made of brick
My hearts made of sticks
Your abuse burned my love down
You hallowed the insides of this chick

Been ten years now, I've rolled back up the hill
Been a struggle, but life now is pretty chill
I wont pretend that I don't think of you
Miss having someone there because I do
Honestly I never did feel that you cared
That bottle always came first and it was more than I could bare

Being me is something I learned to do
Something that wouldn't have happened if I stuck with you. 






Details | Prose Poetry | |

Creation, Curse and Promise

Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.


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Point of view

I,my eye,saw a good man doing some thing evil,
out of love...
i saw a "big bad man" give food to his family..
selling drugs...selling drugs
and when he got arrested all his daughter really wanted
was to give a hug...give a hug
"mr.goodguy" bought a gun and started acting like a thug...kinda like a thug
*sirens*
dang...bang,bang
a rookie cop noticed they were both the same "maine",man...
put his mug shot all in the news,and the networks...
got 25 views...
the judge said "who is this young man to you?"
his daughter screamed out "let me go,thats my daddy"
"rookie cop" mumbled,"bastered..almost had me"
they threw the book at him while he took "the time",sadly 

amen??


Details | Free verse | |

In The Valley Of The Mountains

I step into the new day.

Standing, 
in the valley of the mountains,
The red dawn predicts change.

Inside, a cloak of darkness hangs.

Daniel sits,
confused,
in his brown reclining chair.

Birds cut low through the morning sky.

Knowingly,
Earth follows the Laws of Nature,
rain will soon fall.

Lingering,
he grapples with mortality,
as death's cloak falls over him.

The storm breaks hard.

I cry,
in the valley of the mountains,
where the dawn predicts change.


Details | Epitaph | |

Demise Of MY Father, Masood Hasan Zaidi

Everywhere I look, lightening
And people merrymaking
On their faces, happy curves
Am breathing with cracking nerves

I am a baba's girl
He told me he loved me most
Than anything else in the world
To me he is my entire world

I am in pain you are not here
You always used to be my seer
I miss you at all times
When I feel you by my side

My nights and days are filled with dread; nosey red
Thousand times I cry; eyes are wet and tears dry

I miss you baba 
You are mine
Yours and only yours ... (Jia) - Fatima Hasan Zaidi


Details | Cowboy | |

Facing the Change

I wake-up missing you
Last 10-10-07 feels like a dream
But it is so true
I cry until i cant cry anymore
Daddy God has finally open His door
We had you 
But we had to let you go
No more pain
No more sorrow
Oneday we will learn to understand 
You completed your journey
A boy to a man
A wife and a family
finally you can sleep
im still crying out but i know your soul is at peace.


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My father

My father lays sleeping on the couch, 
No sound is audible, his face a pall of white, 
The crinkled jaw my youth hardly saw, unhinged and opened wide
As if waiting for the words to say.
Too late.
As I watch I notice
The fine rivers his skin holds, time has ravaged him delicately
And yet; is the brow not creased? Savagely
I laugh, quick my hands stifle me.
Silence me.
The eyelids flicker as if the smooth wick
Has not been put out, heart racing 
I check the smoke, it still rises. Burnt; 
My cheeks
Sting, what might those subtle eyes see? 
For he is no canvas, 
Slack jawed and sprawling, 
No mighty king here, the drool that hangs from his lips no jewel, 
Youth conquered by battling age: 
A smile cracks my lips, smoking
I put the barrel down; lay it upon the coffee stained wood, 
One final glance behind, 
My father, his flame is gone. 


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LOVE LETTER

Dedication to unconditional love and soul 
salvation

I AM the ONE who loves thee
The ONE who cared enough to die for thee

I AM HE who redeemed thee
The ONE who rose from the dead to comfort thee

I AM the ONE who will always be with thee
The ONE who will never forsake thee

I AM HE who is integrity
The ONE who imparts truth in thee

I AM HE who was sent to save thee
The ONE who bore all your infirmities

I AM HE who will come back for thee
Just be a soul who truly loves ME


                    YESHUA


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LET ME SLEEP

I sleep so can I dream

to find me in a world I can be

to play with my dad while

My mom waits for me

with several cups of tea

Distant relations I not even know

Childhood friends forgotten long ago

tug along and raise a lot of cheer

I find myself cocooned

in the midst of near and dear

God wakes me to the reality of hell

O’ No! I want to sleep for ever

and stay in my happy dreams

As I stand near the grave

I shoo away the birds around

My dad is dreaming deep inside

Leave me at peace, let me sleep


Details | I do not know? | |

the not so pretty girl 2

There was that not so pretty girl just trying to be good. She came to life born with a
mind not quite right. But what a tragedy they all would say to have a child that is no good.
She was a single mother raising her child. With a father that was barely around. She
struggled but it was all out of love. She'd be the only one who love that little girl.
The kids were cruel they left bruises when they beat her but they beat her nonetheless.
Cause she was smart and she was just to pretty for a damaged girl. So they hurt her
emotionally however possible they hurt her just to be cruel to that little brain damaged girl.
The paramedics tried to bring her back but she was to far gone. The mother broke down in
sobs when she saw her still daughter. The father had hid his tears as he saw his daughter
fight throughout her life but no longer did they stay hidden anymore.
They couldn't arrange a nice funeral so they simply buried her and said goodbye then they
cried some more. But in the wind there was a child's unmistakable laughter only the mother
would hear. Of her baby finally happy where she was.


Details | Ballad | |

A Question of Honor

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


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elected

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


Details | Free verse | |

14-3-2

When my father died
I was not there,
I thought it was a dream,
And one day soon
I would awake,
And I would see my father
Eating breakfast before work.

When my father died
I made my own excuse.
I thought he worked for MI5
And he'd had to go and hide,
He'd had to leave us all,
But one day would return
When it was safe again.

When my father died
My soul felt numb.
Would he be ashamed to know
I never cried?
I guess I never faced the fact
That when my father died,
My father died.


Details | Senryu | |

100 Birthdays


100 birthdays
my favorite nurse is gone,
a loving daughter


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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

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



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




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


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617 Squadron " The Flight Home "

Brave men brought together
To fly the bombers
To hamper the power
 
Enlistment their will 
To serve the free
All humble men 
As history will see
 
Hearts shaking
On this white knuckle ride
Hero's them all
Side by side
 
Outbound flights
Planes lost
Their families and friends
Count the cost
 
Target reached
Heavy flak
How many of them
Will make it back
 
They turn for home
Chased by the Hun
Machine guns ripping
Flesh so young
 
Wounded they slump
Bullet ridden
Bloodied bodies
Sodden
 
The coast of England up ahead
Welcomes the live
And will remember the dead
 
Distant engines
The airfield hears
Crippled planes
Grow near and near
 
Families gather as they fly over
Did their loved ones
Pass the cliffs of Dover
 
Ambulance, tenders
Race to the scene
Pieces of man
Their life no longer a dream
 
Carried in care 
Blanketed shroud
Dads and sons
Did their country proud
 
The airmen who walked out
Turned and looked to the sky
This mission by men
As they wonder why
 
Pain and suffering 
For the right to be free
As the future has thanked
As we look back and see.
 
 
Dedicated to all who served, to allow us to write and read.
We can fire our words, but they will never make us bleed.


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


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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.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

YOU SAID IT WAS FOR MY PROTECTION

Our very first goodbye
How hard I tried not to cry
That day I saw a tear glisten in your eye
You said it was for my protection
But I lost your love, your affection

Left with an open wound inside
It was based on one big lie
I remember dancing on your feet
I wish I could hug you, hear your heartbeat

Our first goodbye, was also our last
How I treasure the memories of the past
Nine years and still in war
No peace, no gain, just blood and pain
So I ask you;
What did my daddy die for? 


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The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He


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Navy Blue Tears 2K12

Navy blue tears
expelling...
Navy blue tears
welling...
Navy blue tears
falling...
A higher power
calling!

Navy blue tears
caressing lips...
Navy blue tears
as heart rips...
Navy blue tears...
no longer;
Navy blue tears...
have made I stronger.


Details | I do not know? | |

2 Years

2 Years 

It’s been two years now daddy
Since you left me here alone
I still lie awake and wonder
If you’ll ever come back home

Then I remember that you can’t make it
For different reasons than I wish
The next time I see you dear father
Will be when I come home to you

I still miss you more than ever
I never thought I’d make it this long
Without you guiding me and encouraging me
With everything I do
You have never judged me for anything
No matter what I have done

You have always been my hero dad
For that I regret never saying
I am thankful for the time we had
But am greedy for the time we don’t

I will never get over losing you
I will always wonder why
I will always lie awake and cry
And wonder often times why you had to die

I have asked God why he took you
Why didn’t he take me instead?
I always felt like he slipped up
And got the wrong one instead

I know there is a reason
You left me way too early
I do not think I will ever get it though
Nor, will I ever accept it

There are so many things 
I don’t understand
When I look at your picture
By my bedroom wall
You give me the answers
And the strength
To withstand it all

I love you daddy, and I miss you every day. We will meet again and you can hold me like
you always did when I was little. Only this time I will not wither out of your arms. 

Happy Birthday Dad!

R.I.P.   Larry Wagoner 12/19/1956 – 12/19/2006


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Father Time

Tick-Tock told my Grandfather clock

I was chastised with a chime

Knock-Knock down my door with a rock

I was knocked down in my prime

I was still in shock how He broke my lock

How He stopped my time on a dime

I will always regret, I will never forget

that dreadful day I met Father Time


Details | Couplet | |

New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


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Dad's Death

Two weeks ago, Dad drew his final breath.
Now I have no parents because of his death.
He was battling leukemia and took a turn for the worse.
It was unpleasant to see him being hauled in the hearse.

He passed away on the 13th of July.
When I went to his funeral, I had to say goodbye.
He suffered tremendously while he battled cancer.
Why did he get leukemia, Only God has the answer.

During all of this, people were by his side.
He couldn't beat his illness even though he tried.
When I saw him in his casket, it was sad.
Many people came to pay their respects to Dad.

[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died July 13, 2013.]


Details | Pantoum | |

The Orphans

Weeds grow around, under the fence that leans
Wagon sits in barn yard needing mending
Hay rake left in the field to use between
Summer showers, rake hay for winter feeding

Wagon sits in barn yard needing mending
Since father died none takes charge of farm
Summer showers, rake hay for winter feeding
Five children left orphaned no one sends alarm

Since father died none takes charge of farm
Hay rake left in the field to use between
Five children left orphaned no one sends alarm
Weeds grow around, under the fence that leans



(My mother's mother was left a widow with five children ages 12 years to 6 months.  Mother's 
father 
was bitten by a rabid dog.  The doctor sent for medicine to treat the illness and gave him the 
meds.  The doctor told him that he needed to rest stay out of the heat but he felt that he had 
to 
move the saw mill to another location so that they could start work and this was a fatal 
mistake.)


Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Slaughter

My tears flood me, my mind boggles, and my fears are real.
I see blood gushing, her head severed, death unveiled.
Fear of my life, fear in my mind, I was three.
He lift his hand, machete clutched tight, it was daddy.
A quick swoosh, dead silence, mommy froze.
Her body fluttered, her blood spurted out, she groaned.
He looked at me, spotted with blood, his eyes gloat.
Dropped the machete; picked up his gun; pointed to his throat.
A loud bang, I jumped, he fell.
I now realize both my parents are dead.


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Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way



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SHE PATIENTLY AWAITS...

                                SHE PATIENTLY AWAITS...

                        In memory of the teen Amber Dubois and 
                                  by Donna Newton 2010

       C linging to the special memories as
         if silently creating a shrine, 
    Adding to them many more that at 
        the time was just simply life

     I t is belief that you are in a better      
           place because where you 
          are is in God's loving grace, 
         and even though we believe 
         this too, Evil still got through 
                 our protecting you

     M y soul is hollow, cold with grief
        I am consumed by the tears 
      that run rivers deep, and while 
             guilt fights to thaw this 
              overwhelming grief,
             my parental obligation 
               is not yet complete, 
              as my surviving children 
              need a mom to be here
                 for them until they
                     too move on

         S o it is here and now Lord
              I call upon my faith 
    as the pain has made me weak...
       dear heavenly father please
     grant me strength to continue 
         life's journey now without
                   my angel's face

        I ask of you Father please
        keep a close watch as my 
              baby is now alone..
       And however long it takes
           she will patiently wait
     to be reunited with mommy
        As we walk through your
                heavenly gates


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My baby My angel

A beautiful soul inside and out, taken before your time. Never getting to see the life that was ment to be. You were apart of me, my own flesh and blood. There is no greater love than the love we shared. A bond between a mother and her child, an unbreakable bond till the end of time. I would do anything to protect you, from any and all harm, but you fate was sealed from the time you were conceived. My angel, my saving grace, the apple of my eye. I only had you for a short time but i loved you so muc, but now your gone. You will alway's have my heart till the end of time.


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Indian burial ground

The Indian rounds the corner of the room
Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl
There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know 
the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe
or the pain one suffers mentally 

I don't even know if people can see the truth
Or if they shut themselves out of the real and into the fake
We all know the fakness of what a human can put off
We all know the sickness one stores inside their skull
Can we all see what's going on? this day I see some that are still blind
 some that are so blind they can not imagine! 

The things one can do
The things one may hide

A life filled with questioning
A life full of hate and despair 
A life of several lies
A life with no reason of existing

A series of depression
A time of regret
A worry of fear 

A fear of ourselves 

An unwritten book with no pen to write with

Voice of reason


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I Miss You Grandpa

                                   ( I MISS YOU GRANDPA )

                                        I sat on your lap
                                      Looked in your eyes
                                       The sense of hurt
                                       Was yet a surprise
                                       You were so happy
                                         I was so young
                                       I didn`t understand
                                That your life was now done


                                         I sat on your lap 
                                       Looked in your eyes
                                     The feeling of strength 
                                       Was yet a surprise
                                       You were so weak
                                          Yet so strong
                                     It was hard to believe
                                   That soon you`d be gone


                                         I sat on your lap
                                        Looked in you eyes
                                         The sense of love
                                         Was not a surprise
                                         You are now gone
                                         Yet your still here
                                        You always told me 
                                 That you will always be near


                                       I sat by your grave
                                      Looked at the stone
                                       Why you are gone
                                       Is still left unknown

                                      I used to blame god
                                    For taking you from me
                               I was too young to understand
                                       And to hurt to see

                                          I realize now
                                 That god is not to blame
                                    For taking you away
                                  And causing such pain!

                                     I miss you grandpa
                                    Each and every day
                                  And Ill always love you
                                  More than these words
                                      Could ever say.


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Death Of An Uncle, And The Melted Lego Man

I had only just begun to understand 
the meaning of death when my uncle died.
Before him, death was something that
happened to family members of which
I had never seen nor spoken to.
Sometimes they were brought back to
us  during dinner time, Dad would down
his beer and speak of their yesteryears.
The day my uncle died my mothers face
changed it sagged like a wet flannel
stuck to a bathroom wall.
She grew large sacks under her eyes
these were where here tears gathered
I remember thinking.
And her face, her face reminded me of
my little lego mans, he had fallen from
his turret into the hungry coal fire two
years before, Father rescued him from
the flames, carried him like a newborn bird
in the soft folds of his palm.
When father returned him to me, his face
was suspended, frozen yellow droplets
ran down his yellow smiling face.
After the funeral and after those unknown 
well wishers had drunk themselves sad
I fetched my little Lego man, and replaced
his head with the smiling pirates one
I gave it to my mother, and she like the Pirate smiled.


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loved one

a smile upon my face
warmth inside my heart
this is what I felt
when we began to start
in a different place
and at another time
a love for ever broken
now no longer mine
you begin to fade away
left presence I can’t see
but I can feel you here
still watching over me
your a whisper I can’t here
and a touch that I can’t feel
I’m talking to you now
I love you and always will


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CLEAR LAKE, DON'T LET THE WIND ERASE MY IMAGE

How joyous is to see
the reflection of oneself
in calm waters that slowly flow,
but like anything that was and will be
must be swallowed by death;
and unpleasant as it is, every living soul will know sorrow!


Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image...
it must survive until this body dies in silent whisper,
to allow no person loved or unloved grieve in fear...
as this spirit flees to the highest sky, it is purified by the strongest sage!
And shouldn't my departure be glorious? It ought to be announced by conscience,
by that merit which many deserve when there shouldn't be silence!  


How powerful is to understand
a mystery that the mighty ones have defiled
with modified words to make followers tremble,
and fill their minds with untruths until they are tried
and found guilty of conspiracy even with a clean hand...
will they face the fury of the Creator for the unrest in His temple? 


Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image,
to trouble the delightful moments of this perfect noon...
when the quite sparrows pity me more than themselves losing all courage;
and do I console them by singing like a loud croon?
Tomorrow perched on the lowest maple tree, they'll remember their friend...
someone who was too afraid of seeing his image being stolen by the unkind wind!


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Last Day

Dear dad,

Today,
is the day
and I am afraid.
 
I will come to tell you.
I have found my someone.
So I'm asking, will you walk me through? 
Down the aisle
With my white gown.
Will you hand me over?
To this mean man.
So he can carry me away
possibly see you again someday?
Daddy?

I just wanted to let you know
As I sit on this white snow.
Writing to you.
That I am glad
You are my dad.

My heart has finally met it's match.
He's kind I tell you.
I am lucky to be with him, he's part of a special few.
But really I want to cry.
This man in all black is not mine.
Oh, why me?
That should not be dieing before my daddy!

Remember?
When I was a child.
We went for ice-cream.
We walked for a mile.
Just so I could sleep, a sweet dream.

And today
is the day
and I am afraid.
That death knocked on my door.
Took me away and married me.
Oh, how it's funny,
that you can still be free.
This is what he did daddy:

He reached out his hand,
and lied.
I lay out mine 
and I died.

So I just wanted to let you know,
That you were the best.
I am glad,
That you were my dad.

And today,
I die,
And say,
Bye, Bye.
 



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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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Winter Sea Tanka for me contest

My father is dead

I kneel by gray winter seas

Fjords echo my rage

Grief swoops down from the heavens

Like hawks grabbing prey


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special words for a special person For David

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My Father

So now it all comes down to this
I’ve said my last goodbyes
I’ll hold his hand and try to smile
while tear drops fill my eyes

Tonight he’ll pass through heavens gates
and loved ones he will find
His journey here is now complete
the pain he’ll leave behind

This letting go is hard to do
I’ve struggled everyday
I see the look upon his face
he waits for me to say...

Go on my Father….please let go
I need to see you nod
The angels wait to take you home
you’ll see the face of God


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COME SEPTEMBER MY HEART BLED

Darlingest baby 
I have found your Barby doll
your daddy's last gift


Fire,splinters,dust
Embedded in the first cell
Shattered rosy womb



Mom broke her promise
Daddy says  no she did not
She only loved you


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Every Night

And in the middle of the night,
I would hold my pillow tight.
I looked up in the ceiling,
as my tears falling.

It was keeping me awake,
how long will this nightmare take?
every detail I still remember,
how my life changed on a late December.

Struggling w/ myself,
to understand what he felt,
But it was clear, even if nobody would dare to say,
what took his life that month of May.

It was suffering & pain,
that collided w/ the rain.
one year, but seems to be eternity,
On how to handle the cruel reality.

It was the dawn of day break,
that I woke up during his wake,
to see if everything was real,
to know the numbness that I feel.

And it was never easy,
to wait & see.
how our life will be,
Or how I would let his soul free.

Every night I would still feel this way,
hoping that he stayed.
The tears blurring my sight,
of the longing I feel every night.


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The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Lost One

I'm so sorry we never met
Hi my name's Kelvin I'm in your debt
Hey you remind me of my dad
Quick question whats your favorite band?
I feel so distant yet so close
We walk but I feel like a load
Now we go our seperate ways
I don't see you for more than days
I grow up & start to change
Yet I'm stuck in the same old place
I start to hate the place I'm stuck
I feel like I'm out of luck
We see each other once again
Good to see you my old friend
You look so pale what is wrong?
I can tell the story is long
It's been a long time I see you
I can hardly believe its true
Even tho your pale your eyes still glow
I envy how easy your life goes
I can see your in alot of pain
Yet theres a smile across your face
Once again we have to leave
Seeing you makes me feel peace
We've seen each other in few occations
You've shown me diffirent places
You know ma compared me to you
Everyone says were the same me & you
Today grandma hugged me so tight
I think she might have started to cry
Its hard sometimes
To look pass all the lies
But I envy your smile so carefree 
That still say you can lean on me
I get up on July the fourth
And ma opens wide the door
They told me you passed away
When I saw you, you didn't seem the same
Your eyes were closed but looked at peace
I cry cause its so hard to believe
All I ask is that I may inherent your smile & glow
So I may live, laugh,and grow


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Middle Distance

You are now
as you were then
A figure in the middle distance
suddenly gone
And with the sand and my tears hot
I fought the knot of fear
that you wouldn't come back,
carried out by the tideless sea
Then lulled by your gentle laughter
I forgot.

It'd be thirteen years til you left my sight
slipped from my horizon
Only this time
with no way to come home


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Life and Death and way beyond

Between birth and death, is the lifedream most lead
when two parents soweed that loving seed
their elders cautions, they took no heed
a baby was born on umbilical lead.
A Mum to nurture, a Dad to protect
from their love was borne this project
a golden nugget, with love they did prospect.
But, so many people seem to think
after life, it's all down the sink
maybe why they live on the brink?
When you die, over, that's it
ooh, what a crock of...summit!
I've got a few things to say on it,
Walk through the door, there's so much more
make that wall take a fall
the things we all could be
lift societies veil on Reality
you are you, but also me!
Other side of this curtain, wait and see
it really is something else, all so differently.
Why is it hidden when we are alive?
when earthly bodies still survive,
we only see one side of the ride
the rest only appears, once you have died!
But it's not the end, just something else
many other life stories, yet to tell
when the soul and fresh body does gell
a new tale to yell
I'm so glad that wall, it fell.
Putting on my brand new skin
my old lives ashes in the bin
so much of life remains unseen
a lifetime of unconscious dream
the power is within you
deep down, you know it's true
there's Absolutely, nothing you can't do!!

The varied planes of existence
separated by a virtual distance
by what some deem, Realities curtains
But, Everything IS, of that i'm certain!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Written for the Life and Death....and in between contest
by Mr.John-Ovan.P.Hull


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Remember Daddy

There is nothing that we can say
to make us feel at ease;
We will miss you dad,
more than anyone could see.

We know that there were times
that we did not get along;
There were words we may have spoken 
that weren't meant to be;
But we all knew what we truely felt
and that was our father/daughter love.

Remember when you married mom?
We have more great memories of you
like the one of Rose and the hog,
and Sport with the rubber roo's.
Those are just a few of the great
things to remember of you.

Growing up was tough for us
because you weren't always there;
But now we see that was not
the way you had it planned;
Things happen for a reason
no matter what they may be.
We know you love us daddy, 
and are always proud.

You will be missed sweet father;
What we wouldn't give 
for one more hug and kiss 
or to be able to say
"we love you daddy" 
instead of you being missed.

We will never forget You!


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April 26th: Together We Stood

Dazed I stood at the site I could not believe
Surely my eyes were wrong and attempting to deceive

A flash of red had led me to this world unspoken
She was trapped under his body so utterly broken

Still I don't know what I thought through all of that commotion
But I had to preserve what a father had saved with his unending devotion

Through the muck and rain I wiped her tears
As she told me of her life, hopes, and fears

I prayed this light would not fade away
Like the sun on that stormy April day

Above we heard from under our soaked blanket
A cry from the others telling her she was going to make it

I am not the one who deserves praise for such bravery
For the hero's were our neighbors who showed true comradery


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Where Did He Go

Mother, where did he go, when I scored my first goal?
No one told me to expect honour roll.
Mother, where did he go, when I had my first date?
No one told me not to come home too late.
Mother, where did he go, when I got stopped by police?
No one taught me that a fight won’t make peace.

Your father left you, abandoned you here,
I’ve had to raise you, but I love you dear.
A terrible man, let me make you forget
Here, drink this tea, your past I’ll reset.

Father…

Where did you go, when I was five?
I worked at a desk and talked on the phone,
I worked as a lawyer, when I was very much alive.

Where did you go, when I was ten?
I lost my job at the firm, I served lunches instead,
But I spent time with you, I was happier then.

Where did you go, when I was a teen?
I taught you to skate, play baseball and hockey,
But then I disappeared, and never was seen.

Richard, my son, you have suffered like I
Forgotten your childhood, and thought me for dead.
But I am still here, only gone to the sky,
Your ma brought me here with a club to the head.


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Musical Notes That Soothe The Soul

You come home with a grim expression
Ignoring the screaming and fighting
Another trashed night of insults and threats from your parents
Blams flying left and right but the only thing you can think about is getting to your santuary
Placing the headphones on, blocking the noises of broken glass and collapsing bodies
You hit play quickly and soon your day has suddenly become more bareable
You relax finally and lay yourself down on your floor
Holding yourself in the fetal position, hugging your knees tightly
You close your eyelids and take a deep breath
No more fighting
No more sadness
Only happiness and joy fill your mind
The beats and different tones coarse through your ears not screams and insults
You tap your index fingure on your knee to the beat of the music
Humming and singing to the lyrics
You begin to imagine your own little world where you can escape to
You smile widely as you see your parents looking at you and grinning back
They invite you into their arms for a warm embrace
You take it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment
You cry tears of happiness and bliss
You look up to them and you say: "I Love you"
But when your world suddenly began to fade away 
and reality came into view
You brace yourself for the blow to your stomach
Crashing to the ground, you hold youself and cover your face
Your mother shouting and pleading your father to stop
Your hair being pulled, slamming you against the wall
Grabbing your arms tightly he squeezes as hard as he could, hearing the crunch
Your blood curdling scream doesn't phase him a bit
Your mother tries to help you but he slams her into the corner of the wall
You slump to your floor again, laying there as you have a clear view of what is happening
Suddenly a knife comes raining down, you hold out your arm
Your mother now is suffering pain so severe 
He comes up to you and roughly kicks your face
He leaves as you hear tires screaching and slowly the sound fades away
Now the only thing you hear is your so called 'little world' behind you
As your vision suddenly turns black


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My Father's Face

My Father’s Face

I see my father’s face
And I can see a trace,
Of sorrow and regret
Of wishing never to forget

I see my father’s face 
And I can see a place,
Where there was happiness and joy
When he was just a boy

I see my father’s face 
And I see it in a daze,
Not remembering where he’s been
Or what he’s ever seen

I see my father’s face 
And much to my amaze,
I see the lines upon his forehead
And the white hair on his head

I see my father’s face
And want to hold him in my embrace,
Plant a kiss and wish this day
That I could make pain go away



	  By: Nena Enriquez


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A Birthday Wish

I miss you more than words can say. I wish you were here today. The laughter and fun that 
we shared. It can never compare. You were my rock, my dad, my friend and this is one of 
the hardest times… knowing you’re so near and yet so far. I want you around to wish you 
happy birthday and sing in off key tones. I think about you every day and hold you closely 
otherwise I couldn’t make it through today.


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Our little boys

Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.


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Jesse

The day is quiet.
The birds aren’t singing. The wind ceases to hum, the clouds seem stagnant.
Its funny when someone is taken from you, the entire world seems to slow, in turn making everything seem so eerily silent. The world outside my window shines a dull gray. Everything stands still.
I can hear the angels sing a triumphant song, for their fathers son has returned home. I see you walking into our fathers throne room head held high and smile blinding.
However, the world below weeps, we continue to ask why, we continue to miss the obvious out of our hearts own grief. 
A father wanted his son. A father is now holding him against the pain, the pain no longer exists.
There’ll be a service for you. The thick tangible gray will still hang in the air. And although we can’t understand the reason for the recent events, although we’ll be shedding tear after tear for the one we lost, you’ll be smiling, dancing, singing with the father each of us are destined to be with.
-Micaiah Price


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A TRIBUTE TO MY FATHER


                                            A TRIBUTE TO MY FATHER
                                                Frank Rollin Gillihan
                                                       1919-1967
                                                (US Navy 1941-1944)

April is the cruelest month,
Like the great poet said.
It was on a first of April
That I found my father dead.

His blood had flowed across the floor,
I saw as I entered the apartment door,
And it was then I knew for sure,
Sometimes a person just can take no more.

Not with a whimper but a bang.

April is the cruelest month,
The great poet said so.
That April still tears at my heart,
Though so many years ago.

He gave his life in the war,
He laid it down, there was no more.
And mom said when he was home at the door,
She knew he was not the same as before.

Twenty years after the guns were silent another shot rang out.


Wounded Healer
Submitted 8/24/09
Written 9/2/08


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A Thought

A man beyond his years
   Lay dying in his tears
Of past and nevermore
   Bleak death beyond the door

Through raging eyes they flow
   The tears I so well know
As they are mine and flow like wine
   On my soul bleak death shall dine


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lighted fingers

our father, who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name thy kingdom come
a muttering chorus amidst the silence
as a firefly lands on my fingers

sending tribute to either god
or the soul that the unbelieving congregation mourns for
a constant mummer of your name in untouched hearts
a procession of empty prayers for the ashes

scattered in an urn of porcelain encased in
a shroud of guilt and confusion and shock
on this 3rd day of the 4th month
may the world weep for the
man they never knew.

the fireflies are burning in the air (are you there?)
breathing graves three feet under where my feet stand
where his no longer are
and no longer will
but oh— will you please come back?

come, may the light of these fireflies linger upon the
tears that fall from the empty. may
thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
may hopeless hope lift the ungrounded spirits of this
congregation of faithful cynics with steeled hearts and bolted minds.
and in this time and space of desperation—

give us this day our daily bread
it is only in these moments
that the entire world believes just for a moment that maybe
just maybe god will be there

and in that moment— that god must be there

the last slivers of thread as the fingers let go
forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us
but in our hearts a symphony of loathe and
hatred for everyone and everything
where blame is a burning firefly that refuses rest.

the light on my fingers is a faint flicker

lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil
that reigns in our blood but flows into grief
a multitude of concentrated desolation where
the firefly graves are in the hands of our people

for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory
and the stills moving in an endless wave as we walk away
an overwhelming voice of many voices
whispering the lords prayer

as we all did,
as we all one day do

now and forever—
(amen)

– – –

i watch you fade away into the darkness
shining eyes; lighted fingers
waving goodbye, ill be okay
retreating into the mist of the morning,

leaving me as wordless
as the god i once believed in

– – –

since youve gone away
ive started loving the world so much
all i ever want is to leave it

– – –

and so i whisper my final prayer, oh god–
if youre up there,
take me?


Details | Couplet | |

War-Born Lullaby

I hear a mother softly cry
As she sings a war-born lullaby.

The song of a father who went away,
To give freedom one more day.

He promised that he would return,
Return from watching evil burn.

It was a promise he could not keep,
As now he sleeps an eternal sleep.

He gave his life so his child could see,
A land of freedom and liberty.

His body now rests beneath green grass,
His medals and picture behind clear glass.

His soul, however, is not gone.
His ideas and dreams are carried on.

She sings the song of war’s high cost.
She sings the song of freedom not lost.

She sings of a father’s sacrifice,
For his country and family he gave his life.


Details | Free verse | |

RLV

Life cut short

Self inflicted sin

Price for drugs and money

Came to a painful end

The pain of course

Not felt by you

Felt by those left behind

Still today 

We wonder why

No chance to say goodbye

Left behind 

Besides your kids

A grieving mom and dad

Questioning why

You had to go

So early in your life

Many things not understood

We will never figure out

But if today

You are still around

God bless and keep you

Safe and sound


(In memory of my Dad)


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh Daddy

Oh Daddy, please don’t hit!
I’ll be quiet while you watch your game
You forget to unclench your fist
And swear at me not knowing my name
Oh Daddy, how you hated
Your words cut like jagged glass
Even when you weren’t drinking
We’d get the leather sash
Oh Daddy, I hear you’re sick
You should confess it all
But you go on denying what you’ve done
Even though it’s too late to take the fall
Oh Daddy, now that you’re dying
You still won’t face the truth
That you are an evil, demented man
And your kids’ sufferings are the proof
Oh Daddy, look you’re dead
You left countless victims behind
My eulogy for you is simple:
“The world doesn’t need any more of his kind”


Details | Couplet | |

My Knight in shinning Armour

Does he know - he lives forever -  in my dreams?
And that every vision I create - is through his eyes of green.
Does he know - I still walk with him - along the shore of Evermore?
On that path of make-believe - that led me to a castle door
Where as a child I - placed my heart - forever in his hands
And wrote – With all my heart – I love daddy - in the sand. 


In loving memory of my father:   October 29 - 1927- August 11, 2003 


September 12, 2009

4th place in Michael Jordan's contes 'Inside the Heart'


Details | Free verse | |

Like Father Like Son { Essay }

I know now I'm no longer who comes first
When I stare into my newborn baby's eyes
Dear God show him your love through me
this little bit of heaven I hold in my arms tonight
it all became so clear we're an ultimate team
that cannot be broken for this I vow 
giving you my  love for all eternity 
as I stare and rock you gently off to sleep

tiny fingers curled up to make a fist
 lips curled looking like your mad at the world
cowboys and Indians blanket wrapped around you tight 
thumb sucking and singing sweet lullaby's
I watch you gently close those brightful eyes
wondering was it  me but only in a smaller size
have no worries my newborn son 
your new daddy will keep you safeguarded from any storm

How will I explain the birds and bees
or monsters hiding under your bed that you see
will you take my hand when your afraid of the dark
or be a brave little soldier who's marched off to war
never fear for your daddy will always be here
will ask God to watch over you each passing day
for there's alot of things I still must teach to you
like your abc's and your 123's 


taking you to your first ball game
eating  your first footlong hot dog
cheering for the hometown team
and just recanting the past  when
you were tightly wrapped in your daddy's arms
looking at the world like  you were so darn mad
but fell fast asleep to a lulabys sway
of daddy  rocking his newborn son on that first father's day








Though I  Only Have My Jenny
Would Not Trade Her For The World
But Would Of Loved To Had A Son Also 






Tribute To All The
Wonderful Father's 

Happy Father's Day
RIP Daddy  {1925-1981}




















 




 











Details | Prose Poetry | |

When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

Its doesn't matter which side your on
Whether your a viva viva palestina
Or an am yisrael chai
You know which side is evil, committed all
Wrongs, sometimes you meet people who 
Extol the virtues of this treacherous, 
Terrible oppressor /terrorist
With their shock and awe tactics and 
Disregard for freedom or the right to life And the pursuit of happiness
And sometimes for a minute, particularly 
When you talk to someone you think is 
Intelligent it becomes harder to maintain the 
View on this malignant party you tried hard 
To campaign for and against and although 
Peace (of mind) is all you want
All you could dream of
With this entity at the negotiating table 
Independence is swapped for catastrophe And war
If you give them what they want you will
Have nothing except the need to a right of 
Return to a better time


Details | Elegy | |

My Father My Friend

Thadd Baker 
Friend Father 
Husband Mentor 
Brother Son 

A life cut short
A family left to grieve 
Gone but not forgotten 
You are always here with us 

Dad my special friend
A loss so sudden. 
Your life brought to 
a sudden end. 
Fear not your memory will 
never fade your star shines 
bright So Sailor on
Sailor Fair Winds 
and Following Seas


Details | Verse | |

TO THE ONE WHO CREATED ME

What if I had never been born,
and not seen a smile or frown?
When I was told I had to die,
like the others buried in graves,
I laughed as if death didn't exist,
wasn't life was supposed to be
an endless dance of pleasure:
of wishes, of joys and loves?
Wasn't it too early for me to think...
experiencing fear to foresee my end?
But that sad thought made me aware
how fragile we are: today here, 
tomorrow gone as a gust of wind!
Who has felt what I am feeling now?


What if I hadn't felt the warm sun or cool breeze,
looked up and wrote an ode to the One
who created me with a noble purpose to fulfill?
I wouldn't have thought as angels do indeed...
we humans have hearts that can express emotions
through love, passion, desire, joy and sadness,
but they have none of those feelings as we do
and that makes us very unique and special!


What if I hadn't drunk the fresh water...
when I was thirsty after having lost much sweat?
Wouldn't have my bread tasted differently...
without having earned it with labor and patience?
How my joyful mind and heart praised
the One who created me to love, compassionate, 
and give to break down the barriers of hatred!  
Oh, how many tears my sacrifice did spare!


Details | Lyric | |

never forget 9-11

On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Bad Fortune

The alarm goes off with an earsplitting ring,
It’s five in the morning, I can’t see a thing,
I rise reluctantly from my comfortable bed,
And take two aspirin to ease my head,

I walk around clumsily like any other morning,
Slowly, my coordination starts forming,
In the car, I hear the news, more bad times,
Traffic’s bad, weather’s worse, a thousand more crimes,

I get into work and what do I see,
A pink slip on my desk, just waiting for me,
Thoughts run through my head as I walk back out the door,
How will I tell my wife I can’t provide anymore,

As I contemplate my problems and curse my life,
A plane slices through my office like a shearing hot knife,
As the day goes on, things only get worse, 
Buildings are collapsing, debris is dispersed,

As my wife weeps at my side for friends we had lost,
I can’t help but to think my life is of little cost,
Could have easily been me with the thousands of others,
With those brothers and cousins, uncles and mothers,

5 years have past and I still don’t know why,
I was allowed to live while others had to die,
I may not have the perfect life at any proportion,
But never again will I curse my bad fortune. 


Details | Free verse | |

DECASTICH-THE WISEST ONE

Seeing others doing harmful things,
excessively drinking and using hard drugs,
I say this road is the wisest one
a very prudent individual could ever take, 
hoping that nobody will lay flowers 
on that spot, where a horrible crash may occur.
Perhaps I've been too cautious...
when it comes to save what I hold most precious,
not afflicting useless pain on my body;
only praying to God to safeguard me. 


This afternoon, I visited my niece Crystal in Elmurst Hospital,
as she and her four friends were involved in a bad accident;
the driver, who had a legal alchool level in her blood, crashed 
into a light pole last Sunday morning; were they all drinking?
That's a mere speculation, but this kind of behavior is common
among teenagers; Asia, the driver of the car, is into a coma slowing improving. 
Crystal has a broken leg and fractured pelvis, begging nurses for help; 
and she is in acute pain and can hardly breath. Elisabeth is on a respirator...
due to a blood clot traveling to her lungs; the other two girls have minor injuries.


What does it take for irresponsible drivers not to be under the influence....
avoiding the mourning of a dear one, or even losing their own life?
Not many folks will heed this message...until they face death,
and nothing can be done to prevent them from diying.
Trongs of visitors crowd the hall, to inquire about their condition;
they hear their agony and are unable to help...ah, if they ever could!
So will you take that path which is the wisest one to avoid a possible tragedy,
or continue defying fate until its awfully late to enjoy a full life?
Their parents are as helpeless as I, but our faith makes hope grow...
that these kids will finally understand that a second chance is not given to all.



This horrible accident happened in Woodhaven, Queens, NY on August 15, 2010.


Details | Ballad | |

The Last Song

Seated at the piano
         my father played 
     his composisitions - which were my poetry set 
to music 
  He played on his Steinway grand
      and gorgeous sounds poured forth 
Singing with all my might
Together we performed our 
   art songs
Now there is no one to sing with 
The years have taken 
  my father away
    In the distance 
horns honk and traffic moves
  forward 
Memories flood my brain 
   My eyes begin to water
      But I will press on 
He would have wanted it that way


Details | Ballad | |

Savior

 I walked a broken road, Why couldnt I see, Why did I refuse to admit that You were my only Hope; My only Chance of survival? Instead, You were my last resort(option); My last call. I tried everything I knew, I thought I could make it without You, But I was beaten down, bruised, cut open, and torn apart, lost and alone; I needed You. All I had to do was cry out, but something held me back; My pride was so strong. Then I hear Your Voice, Reminding me how much I need Your Help; I needed to give it up, And fall into Your ever-loving Embrace, Because You are the only One who can save me, The One I cant live without, My loving Father.


Details | Free verse | |

Orphan's Gift

That’s me there, the orphan,
the incomplete son of a dead man,
mother’s blue veins 
now solid as porcelain. 

When I was a young man of purpose
I went to my father’s grave
to take a photo of his aura. 
I expected an emanance, something
I hadn’t known of his life, 
but I was alone, 

just me and three graves:
his (I barely knew him),
my grandfather (a difficult man),
my stepfather (who never mattered).

There is a stone for my father,
none for the other two 
in that mass grave,
as if they never existed.

My mother designed
her death in advance,
“pre-planning” it’s called,
but she left the details 
to me, so

on the stone beside my father 
I gave back my father’s name,
my name,
her name before and now again
for as long as the dirt stays 
and isn’t tossed over the edge. 


Details | Free verse | |

Bondage

Empowerment
Inticement
Power
Promotion
Selfishness

Greed for more Michael Douglass in tow
Control
Warhol
Acid
Mitigation

Solitude
Alone
Shady
Pilgrims on the highway out of control

Wasted
Bondage
Societal influx
Caged fury in delusion

Bondage
An adaptation toward self alone
Control
Loose Cannons

Minds controlled by destruction marked on its blotted page intact
Evil empire
Dwarfed in decision making
Out of control

Bondage
Savage beasts brute in desire for more?
No soul,
Divination

Welcome to America!

Nobama
Reckless warriors in soldiers fragmentation
Nazi
Shaded Soprano

Branded eyes with skulls fractured among us
The garden of Eden in exchange for death
Loose cannons approaching the river Nile
Hypocrisy!

Smokescreen for the captitalists agenda!


Details | Narrative | |

IF DADDY WERE HERE

Why is everybody always picking on me?
Why does it seem like they enjoy making me cry?
These days they seem to always be shouting "Just shut up, Pee-Wee!"
If Daddy were here...
But he left without even saying goodbye.
My heart and soul seems to always be filled with so much sorrow
and my tears rush down from my eyes like an angry river,
But I just can't bare to live to see another tomorrow
If Daddy were here...
Just the thought of him leaving me behind makes me shiver.
Oh, God! Why were you so quick in taking my precious daddy away?
He didn't even have time to speak any final words to me,
So much I long to up and just run away
because this doesn't seem to much like home without Daddy.
If only Daddy were here to see how they're treating me now
I know it would make him madder than Hell!
This wouldn't be happening if Daddy were still around
since he's been gone it seems that they're determined in making my life a living
hell.
It has been just two days and my daddy has been long buried and forgotten
and no one seems to give a care about how I really feel,
Deep down inside I feel so mixed-up and just plain rotten!
this pain hurts much too real.
If only Daddy were here for me to talk to
sadly, he's no longer here because he's gone and left me behind forever,
Maybe God's the one that I need to be talking to
because my daddy's at home with Him up in Heaven.


Details | Sonnet | |

Death, His Friend He Must Embrace

Back bent,
Spine protruding from withered figure,
His face a creeping shadow,
Scattering, revealing pale ghost beneath,
Breathing eerier croaks from dark fathoms within,
Lips parched,
A bumpy mess of scales,
His eyes dug deep within the shrivels of his face,
Reflecting with joy his distant youth,
Quivering lost paper in wind,
As those lips part one final time,
No one listens to his great last words,
Expecting him to quietly slip away with grace,
Death his friend he must embrace. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Murder in the operating room

I'm a doctor who murdered a man in the OR.
I lost my medical license and I'm behind bars.
The bastard took a life with his gun.
The person who he killed was my son.

He fooled the jury into believing that he was innocent.
I was so angry and I made sure that Hell was where he was sent.
When he killed my son, I was blinded by rage and devastation.
When I had that animal in the OR, I botched the operation.

I ask myself if others would do what I did and I believe they would.
When I saw that heartless monster flatline, it felt so damn good!
I was convicted of first degree murder and now I'm on death row.
If you're wondering if I'm sorry for what I did, the answer is no.

(This is a fictional poem.)


Details | Lyric | |

We Walk Amongst The Faithful

We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. The tears of angels made us As they flew down from the sky. They didn't want to do it, So all they did was cry. We're stuck amongst the ruin. The horror and despair. We've seen a bit too closely To the heart of Evil's lair. We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. We're scarred up on the inside, But outside we're just fine. We hide the truth so well They can't see into our lies. Our daddies were all drinkers. And when they would get mad, They'd take it out us poor souls, And boy were we so glad When Daddy drank himself to sleep, And we could go and hide. Carve another scar into our heart Which was hidden deep inside. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our mommies all liked men Perhaps a bit too much They sampled fair and far And didn't mind the touch. When Mommy fell asleep, Her boyfriends would come down And they would scare us half to death And they'd start to mess around. And after they were done Ravaging our broken souls We'd take our chance to run And hide from things we'd never know. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our families are all broken We have no place to hide No place to let our tears out Let out what hurts inside. And now we sit here all alone In this dark corner as all hope Evades our longing hands We've lost our way to cope. And now we hide our feelings And what they've done to every “me”. We hold our chins up high. We do not let them see. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so humans Can't see through our disguise We pretend it doesn't happen We can't let anyone know Our traitor of a heart Is something we can't show. Would anyone even understand What we hold inside our hearts? Or would we be a freak show A different world apart? Maybe one day we will find one Every single one of us Someone who will understand Someone we can trust.


Details | Verse | |

' PARENT'S LOVE '

~~~~~~ *-* ~~~~~ I. thirsty? BLOOD'S offered starving? BODY'S given ...dead last breath for life ... done. II. Lift you up when you're down Overlaid you with blithe when you're in frown Vex and woe is not in their vocabulary Everlasting caress and ardour nestled in stationery... III. FOOD for your life's given with long-lasting " LIFE ". IV. PARENT'S unconditional fervour is the reason why blood still flows. . . ~~~~~ *-* ~~~~~
=================================== I. haiku II. acrostic III. lanterne IV. monoku *-* Affection and care of parents are unseasoned...they never get tired of embracing us with their unconditional flow of " LIVING LOVE " ..... " PURE THOUGHTS ON NATURE " contest entry.....


Details | Free verse | |

no news

the post man said "no mail today"
my heart broke it two...
again today
I thought I was going to die right there
another day,
with no news of survival
how do i manage to let my life go on
when his has  gone and passed away
my mind tells me he's out there some where
but no news from him
no letters
no card
not even two men dressed in suits
My mind wonders
as I try and distract myself
the news comes on
and I watch ever second
hopeing to see your face
just walk by
but as soon as I heard your voice
I knew
I didn't need news
I didn't need a letter or card
because there is no you
well at least not anymore


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye

How do you say goodbye,
When a father starts to cry,
A mother’s heart has been broken,
Too many words left unspoken.

The grief a sister must face,
Without you here she cannot replace.
Friendships made so long ago,
A bond that will never be let go.

A wife must stand alone,
With a strength she’s never known.
A daughter that has your eyes,
Whispers to daddy in the sky.

Goodbye to a son, a brother and friend;
A husband, a father to the end.
You will be missed by one and all,
So listen for us whenever we call.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blessing from Heaven on a Bittersweet day

The dress is zipped, the veil is in
One last touch up and dry my tears
Another bobby pin
I need you here to calm my fears

But here I stand feeling all alone
Looking up at heaven
Wishing I could bring you home
Waiting for the clock to strike seven

Here comes grandpa to take you place
He happily stands by my side
But I know he sees the hurt on my face
He tells me I’m such a beautiful bride

What a bitter sweet day
Now I’m ready to go
I take a moment and pray
Just to say “Hello”

Now down the aisle I walk
I see Joel’s face
Walking into wedlock
I feel such a warming embrace

Now I know though I didn’t that day
You weren’t missing a thing
That I’m confident enough to say
I believe this was a heaven sent blessing

For when I was looking later
In one certain photo
There is was, it couldn’t be clearer
A cross with such a beautiful glow

Then I knew I wasn’t alone
My prayer had been answered
And you came back home


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddy it hurts

Sometimes, when it hurts too much,
When my cheeks are moist to the touch,
When all that hurt buried deep inside
Leaps at me like the tide

I press it down with glue, extra strong
Wrap bundles of tape around it, miles long
This I do, as I do best;
But sorrow isn’t solid but a cloud of gas.

It drowns out all the laughter, the happy parts,
All that filters through are the sobs from my heart.
It blinds me to all but a dreary grey,
All the vibrant colors slipped away.

So I prescribe myself to go through the day, laugh my laugh,
Until it sounds like the one from my happier half
And push the hurt to the back of my mind
Until the inevitable next time, an encounter most unkind.

Daddy I hate forgetting, I hate doing this to you
But Daddy it’s the only thing I can think of to do.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


Details | Rhyme | |

Losing My Father

We gather tearfully to watch and wait each of us pondering his unavoidable fate. He is dying right before our eyes and in our own way each of us cries. The silence is deafening in such a small place a room too small to get up and pace. He signals silently for someone to come to tell them he's so grateful for all who have come. So we wait and we strive for a suitable plan to show our respect for such an honorable man. When he is gone we will cherish this time that he will be gone seems like a crime. He taught us all what we needed to know some lessons were fast and some were quite slow. For this is the last lesson he teaches us now we're all going to die and he's showing us how. He is our father and we do love him so and hope very soon he can peacefully go. When the time comes to turn out the light there is no doubt he will have gotten it right.


Details | Epitaph | |

Ready

Work your magic for me tonight
I haven't the strength to continue this fight
Light this room with your sweet spirit
Chase away  the memories I regret
Let me find peace from days gone by
Help me lord to understand why
With the gift of knowledge I pray I will see
Will the power of spiritual growth enlighten me
The end is nearing and I am ready for you
So take my hand I am coming through
The vail that separates this life from eternity
I am ready dear lord for blessed serenity



Details | Narrative | |

IF CHRISTMAS DIDN'T EXIST

Imagine how sad December would seem
if Christmas didn't exist; only the chill
and wind would be felt through the frozen bones,
nobody would live in these northern, frigid zones. 


What was the true purpose of Jesus's birth?
Some even would say that it never occurred,
and why would the Magi travel long days
and nights to pay homage to the humblest of Kings?


It was prophesied by Isaiah in the Old testament and the Wise Men believed him,
following with awe the biggest and brightest star that they had ever seen;
and didn't it seem strange that God would choose those simple shepherds
to be the first to hear that message sung by a thousands of angels?


Wouldn't you be happy when a child cries out and enters life?
Wouldn't you celebrate that event with overwhelming joy and grace?
The same way Jesus entered this world to suffer and die,
and if Christmas didn't exist, who would remember who He was?


Wouldn't that envious angel, whom God expelled from Heaven with haste,
laugh loudly, knowing that we don't worship Him in spirit and faith? 
Fallen Angels are the eternal enemies of this Child, who atoned our sins
by paying with His precious blood...to vindicate the Devil's astute lies!


If Christmas didn't exist, some unbelievers would shout and rejoice,
happy to erase Christ's redemptive message from the earth's surface...
contradicting the Scriptures themselves and the Divinity behind it!
Didn't Herod the Great hate Jesus, fearing He would have become the new King?


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

Hush Baby

Sh, sh, close your eyes,
silent night broken by your painful cries.
Your heart is broken, I can tell;
it's okay, for mine is as well.
Don't ever wonder why or how,
just know mommy's with the angel's now.
The blood is nothing, mommy just fell,
there's something years from now I have to tell.
Mommy doesn't want you to be sad,
she'd want you happy, so please be glad.
She was a wonderful person, I'm sure you kow,
twenty is much too young to go.
You're also to young, only five,
I'm glad that at least you're alive.
C'mon baby, daddy's here,
we're all alone now, I fear.


Details | Free verse | |

To have and have lost

To have and to have lost is the ultimate pain, 
Knowing that your life will never be the same again. 
That one little missing piece of your jigsaw called life, 
Questions as to what you did to deserve this strife.
Another angel for heaven above 
Empty arms but still the love. 
Never far from your mind 
If only life wasn’t so unkind. 
Little angel I love you so 
Fresh in my thoughts wherever I go. 
xoxo


Details | Shape | |

Time

Time Can only Tell When 
We Will Meet And Be In
Each Others Arms Again Time
Will Bring Us Together Never
Apart We Can Hug Each 
Other And Hold Each Other 
Time Is On Our Side ANd
We Got All The Time 
In The World.


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Destiny

The smell of death is overwhelming
not knowing which destiny to choose
leaning more towards the dark
almost wanting to swallow me whole
and the only thing holding
me into light
the stinging cold on my bloody wrist
the pain inside is slowly numed
my destiny will for soon be chosen.


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Death Man Heard....

There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam
He lived by himself in a house
Near the creek.
No family would come over to speak..
All alone, in the home where not one word was shed 
When Adam walks up the steps
He can hear the steps weep
And cry into depression...
He turns the light on and off
So he can have a conversation
When the light bulb flickers

There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam
One day he had a knock on the door
It was his dad
That he has not seen in 20 years
Tears ran down Adam's cheeks
He can hear the flow of the river 
on his veins
His dad use to beat him and he
killed his mom
His father tells him
in psy language  
" I hate you "
and he walks out his life for the second time...

There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam
He was driving drunk one night
He could hear his father's thoughts
He could hear God's worries
Adam goes to his dad's house..
His dad opens the door
Adam walks into the kitchen
grabs the knife,
and cuts his dad's fingers off
So that he would not feel no more pain
His father screamed... but Adam could not hear
The creep
So then
Adam committed suicide
to haunt his father
Because he can still hear his mother weep
that's what he always heard
he's made new friends with the wind
and the clouds that argue
on rainy days

There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam......  


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Surviving Papa's Absence

(Inspired by a pair of children in a program where I work.)

Papa was sad and no one knew.
He had smiled and played with me
before sissy and I left to
have an night out with our Mommy.

We came home, there were flashing lights,
neighbors whispering all around;
old ladies were saying last rites
weren't valid, the way he was found.

Then, for weeks, we had dressed in black,
there was a funeral and a grave.
Papa’s not going to come back,
‘cause he’s not Jesus in his cave.

He’s not going to see us grow.
He won’t be at our baseball games.
He can’t tell us what we should know.
He didn't love us, as Mommy claims.


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Apart From Me







Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. 


Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found  here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. 


Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. 


His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.     







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Grandfather

Grave is where you lie
Remembering who you are
Attributes you instilled in me, guided fleets 
North Star

Dedicated soldier 
Fought in World War II
Agonizing pain from cancer 
Tried to hold on to you

Home back to God you went
Eternally peaceful as can be
Respectfully loving all you were for me


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Vision

Sitting here, in a room with no light
Everything seems
Increasingly bright
And the sound seems louder
Than it normally should be
As I play 
With my excessively growing goatee

It seems like a habit
Having my mornings this way
Yet for fun there is a price
Everyone must pay

Only one question dwells
In the mind of thy own
The answer still remains
To be unknown

Somewhere in the distance
Unreachable by any means
Sits a tall beaming
United States Marine
 


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HE WAS THERE

I know that there are some that still can't pray
and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?'
HE was there with each tear that's shed
as the news reported, There is thousands dead!'

HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control
His angels collecting each passenger's soul!
HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center
with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter!

HE was there in every tired body and grimy face
that refused to give in to another trying to take his place!
HE was there amongst every common place hero
who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero!


HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74
whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door!
HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon
when another plane flew into them like a bomb!

HE was there when thousands of passengers landed
unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded!
HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth
who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup!

HE was there when the President cried out with pride
'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!'
HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door
teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war!

HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss
just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross!  HE WAS THERE!

©11/09/2012


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Never Again

Feeling is believing,
the heart has felt the pain,
love lost, now gone
forever, to be never
seen again.
Our mommy and
our daddy, gone from
our sight but not our hearts,
we will forever love them
and never be apart.


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rest in peace

r est
i n
p eace

d andy
a rmstrong
d aredevil
d ad
y our loved




                              rip to my dad


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Us - Minus One

Today the strangers didn't come
In fact, no one did
The house was empty
And far too quiet
With just the ghosts of our past
Floating silently on the wind
as our only companions

I miss you dad.


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Murder in the Skies

It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
 
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
 
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
 
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
 
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
 
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr 
The flights going well
 
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
 
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
 
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
 
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
 
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
 
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
 
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
 
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
 
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown


In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.



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




 


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Bad Blood

I put my lips to his cheek 
Reminded me of winter time, not ice cold
Without warmth yes, but with texture
hard to the touch like a rubber glove on a rock

Thoughts will never leave me
Sad thing is this is the memory that stands out most
Not the little things like dinner or TV
But past conversations about death

Sitting on the front stoop at night conversing
He wanted to believe, yet as time drew near he recollected.
"When I was an altar boy..." and he went on.
And as we stared into the dark, star-filled sky, I was terrified of truths.
Philadelphia was never so quiet, so lonely, so alien.

I could tell he was doubting his own beliefs
Nearing death, as he knew he was, things became concrete.
The inevitable set in and so did regrets.
In that moment I told him how i felt, to reassure him of his beliefs.

It made a difference, re-establishing his faith, so to speak
Mine as well.  All I could think of is how scared I would be
If I were He. I prayed.
For strength, and for him.
Out loud, to whoever wanted to listen...



I tried to revive him, you know, for minutes like hours
Hands cupped, pumping on chest 
Got too amped, scared, my adrenaline submerged my pancreas.
Broke his rib cage as he had broken promises

I sat there and was lost for second time in my life
Left the room that had been his as a child
Went downstairs took my mind away for a minute
Cannabis didn’t help, I sat there alone

Waiting for the wagon to come and take my new old friend
Big city life, wagon was late, 3 hours sitting 
With the carcass of “from which I came” upstairs
We had a moment, both all alone, both on different planes, 
We always were

A huge part of me just vanished that day
My spontaneity, my innocence, my mirrored image
No more “life of the party”, I wanted to be alone
Lost, stranded, discarded and left alone

Left me when I was seven, met up again when I was twenty-two
Fifteen year gap between father and son
He could’ve done better, done right
He didn’t, so I did

No regrets; never regret, or regress
If I didn’t move on, I would be him
Stuck in the past
But I am not him, nothing like him.

Yet I am still here, still alone
Questioning as he did
Sitting on the front stoop
Contemplating the Inevitable.


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Black Day Report

We were there before pacing history placed in memory 
Black Tuesday 1929 my grand father committed suicide 
Black Monday 1987 my father diagnosed Alzheimer’s 
Black day in 2008 in October every day is a hope to survive


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A Kiss- part 1 due to length

All of our lives changed for good.
We’d all change it if we could.
We’d all bring back Clay,
For just another day.
Oh, all the things we would say.
If we knew,
He’d never see the next morning dew.
The hardest thing to say, Goodbye.
Although if we said this, it’d be a lie.
Because we’ll all see him some other day.
Because of the price, the good lord paid.
And in the Lord we will find our strength.
To deal with this time of struggle and length.
Without a person who was so near
So dear
To our hearts
And will be to the end and has been from the start.
Many of us just lost :
A friend.
A Brother.
An Uncle.
A Papaw,
A Son.
But for me and my sisters,
We lost the one who used to cover our blisters.
The one who changed our dirty dippers.
And when we would cry, he’d act as windshield wipers
The one who tries to help us cope.
The one that for us has high hopes, 
The one when we’d mess up, he’d get mad.
The one we got to call dad.
I’m sorry for being mean, rude, obnoxious, loud.
But ill do my best to make you proud
It’s hard not knowing.
The pain I believe is showing.
We don’t ever know,
When it’s someone’s time to go.
We leave them with anger and rage,
Without a thought that soon
All too too Soon
Have to start a new chapter. Turn the page.
With the lights turned down dim.
Without him.
Looking into the future may seam a little grim
Not knowing what to do without him.
The way he’d rub my feet, 
After I came home tired and with defeat.
The way he would just talk and talk.
And back on the trail, we’d walk and walk.
Or maybe even ride our bikes.
Either way its all alike.
Picking a few of the prettiest flowers
And at home in a vase they’d tower.
Wishing he was still here.
Because his time just didn’t seam near.
It isn’t what any of us would of thought.
Its what any of us would of fought.
Many of us fighting it now.
Sitting with silence and tears wondering how?
Haven’t eaten. Haven’t slept.
But the Lords plans we’ll soon have to accept.....


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Your Memory Surrounds Me

I can almost see you from my window
the way you sauntered up to my door.
How you would always look at the mailbox
like you'd never been here before.

The visions of you surround me.
Your memory is still everywhere.
I wish you could talk with me now.
It's hard to accept you are there.

I see you smoking your cigarrettes
''No filters! ''... just as you like.
I go to the places you've travelled.
I see you where we loved to hike.

It's strange when I think of ''forever''
and know that you'll never return.
I wish things were not left unanswered.
I'm sure there is so much you've learned.

Your journey must have had a purpose.
You suffured like no one I've known.
I look forward to our reuniting.
Will it suprise you to see how I've grown? 


Dedicated to my DAD


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Dear Santa Iraq

Dear Santa.............Iraq       

Candles burning sure and bright, 
Shining through the Christmas tree. 
Santa's coming 'round tonight, 
Bringing presents here for me. 

I sent a letter some time ago, 
I asked for things I'd need. 
For these are things for Mum and me, 
It certainly wasn't greed. 

For I am thirteen years of age, 
I asked, "please bring Dad back". 
I miss him; Mum is so upset, 
Since he died inside Iraq. 

I cry myself to sleep some nights, 
I can hear Mums sobbing heart. 
He's the only present we will need, 
"Don't keep us all apart". 

Dear Santa, no more toys or clothes, 
No gifts from that Christmas sack. 
The only thing that we all want, 
Is to have my Daddy back. 


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part II

missing dog, Blackie. Besides the sound of our voices, the hymns playing softly in the 
background, the noise made by the porcelain plates as Mama wiped and put them 
away, the humming of the refrigerator’s motor, the house was quiet.  No body knew 
what had happened to Blackie.  We were really concerned about the whereabouts 
of the dog, even though Papa had assured us that he would return at some point.  
Since the funeral, he had vanished.  Even the old man who lived across the street 
from us and who loved Blackie, had not seen him, nor had any of the other 
neighbors. We had searched in all the usual places.  He had never run away from 
home before.  As far as I remember, Blackie never did come back home.

As Papa sat in his usual chair, quietly playing with the food on his plate, the kitchen 
door opened, and in walked Thomas, Brian’s best friend. They were the same age, 
and were very close even though they did not attend the same school, or the same 
church. The two had become friends since they met at a Junior Boys Scouts meeting 
at the age of seven. Thomas lived some distance away but they maintained a 
special friendship.  Out of school, wherever Brian was, so Thomas would be. They’d 
both turned fourteen last September. Throughout those years they still were active 
members of the Boys Scout, and had risen together in rank. Thomas had been away 
on the recent Scouting trip. They had traveled to a neighboring country for a Scouts’ 
Jamboree. Brian should have gone too but something to do with school exams came 
up so he couldn’t go.  Thomas had just returned from the Jamboree that Saturday 
afternoon, the second week after Brian’s burial. Lena, Reggie and I got out of 
our chairs and ran to greet him. It was like welcoming him and Brian home as the 
two were always together. He picked Lena up as he greeted our parents.  Mama 
standing at the sink, turned around, took one look at him and walked briskly, almost 
running out of the kitchen, with my other sister in tow.

Papa greeted Thomas, his voice almost inaudible.  Thomas looked puzzled. I guess 
he thought he had walked in during a family argument. He was about to turn back 
and walk out because he felt a little intrusive, I guess.  It was extremely quiet in the 
room; very unusual when everyone was in Mama’s kitchen at the same time.  And 
Mama, walking


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I KNOW IT'S NOT SO

I know it is not so
but I have the clear feeling
that at any moment
you will open the door
with your noisy key ring,
and I will hear distinctly
the off-key sound
of your slow and heavy steps
that no longer drag slowly
through my living room hall
which is now silent,
mute in its halftones. 
I know it's not so
but you will put down your bag
stuffed with papers in confusion,
on the table set for two
even though we are four,
but two of us will be in the bedroom
and won't want to dine, but
we will steal from your plate,
and you'll get upset
but you don't know how to fight,
and the argument will end with the providential
increase in the volume of the television,
that now is full of silly programs
because nothing is fun anymore.
Life drags on,
empty in its own apathy. 
You will talk about your day,
and you'll ask about ours,
and I'll be in a hurry,
going out to some rehearsal.
I'll shout that I can't right now,
that tomorrow I won't go out
and in the morning, making the strong, black coffee,
we'll talk about the script,
you'll give me some ideas 
I'll love to slip into the context
althought now this actress
no longer cares how she performs
because the fantasy is gone,
the scene has no more magic
and just repeats itself alone
on the stages I no longer trod. 
You'll ask,
and I'll help you put on your socks
having you sit on the bed
while our cat snores
in a light ending sleep.
Yet, you'll play with me
in your special way
that makes any single day
seems like Christmas,
with your salad sauce
that no one any longer tastes.
The 25th hides its face
at midnight, Jesus is not born
and the miracle is not the same. 
On Valentine's Day
you will buy two roses,
one of them you'll give to mom
and the other one is always mine
for I'll always be your little girl
who doesn't have a boyfriend anymore,
who has no joy, and
who counts the hours of the day
just to know the day has gone. 
I know it's not so
but I'll see you at any moment
when I lay my eyes
on our garden,
missing your confident hands
pruning its dead branches
like now it is dead our house. 
And like me,
our cat waits for you
every night at eight o'clock
under the doorjamb,
on the rug in the hall,
to say you are welcome,
to be happy you are home,
but our expectations fail,
for your arrival is delayed,
you won't arrive at all,
and there's no more future
for there's no more noise
of your key ring in the knob.


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9/11, 2001 " Page 2 of 2 "

Intelligence first, Retribution next
Clinical response the worlds text
Which free country is next in line
To be hit by this cowardly crime.
 
New York Cities patriots, suffer further pain
As Fire Officers and Police are slain
They indeed are part of this attack
So many of them never came back
Honourable dads, cousins and wife's
Mourn their lost ones, who lost their lives.
 
The World will remember
This September deathly sound
When iconic giants crashed to the ground
Hero's in the air, and on Manhattan Earth
Proved to us all, whats humans are worth.

In respect to the decent people who perished on that September day.


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father in the heavens

a smile upon my face
warmth inside my heart
this is what I felt
when we began to start
in a different place
and at another time
a love for ever broken
now no longer mine
you begin to fade away
left presence I can’t see
but I can feel you here
still watching over me
your a whisper I can’t here
and a touch that I can’t feel
I’m talking to you now
I love you and always will


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That Little Girl

That Little Girl 

Born into a world where the people she would come to love
Would be the people who would hurt her the most 
Always hoping for their love, approval and care
Never giving up on her dream that someday she would get just that
Hanging on to the memories of the few times when she did. 

A sex slave to her own father
Every day wanting to die
Yet fighting to survive
Pouring her heart out 
Not getting anything in return
Crying on the inside while pasting a smile on the outside

Feeling the grief and relief
After her father pases away
Then feeling guilty, ashamed and confused
For feeling any relief and why
Not even wanting to believe one of the people, she loved the most
Had hurt her and then abandoned her
That is how she felt

Going to school and pasting a smile on
Being funny one day
Mean the next
Never knowing how she should be 
Always doing her best to hide
The pain inside

Surrounding herself with friends
Keeping them at a distance 
Not really letting them in
If they were just using her that was okay
Being popular was all that mattered
Even if it compromised who she really was 
On The Inside 

Trying to please everyone 
While never pleasing her
Thinking food was the enemy
She never felt skinny enough
Not eating, vomiting when she did
Starvation became a way of life
Little did she know she would have to fight it the rest of her life

That was her life
That was her world
Until someone came along
Showed her it did not have to be
She could get better if she tried
With a lot of work 
Determination
And a long road still to go
Always trying to focus on the light at the end of every tunnel
She has come such a long way
Now 

That Little Girl

Has turned into 

Me

By: Jean Shular



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Dear Old Dad

dear old dad
he's such a good supporting lad

puts up with moms old fashion plaids
for he knows this what makes her glad

he puts up with the kids saying please
and is there to wipe their noses sneeze

puts up with dog barking morning thru night
and cleans up the after droppings delight

wont let anyone mow down the weeds
insists on doing all the honey-do deeds

so today dear old dad you deserve a break
let me be the one to rub all your sore aches


Happy Father's Day
To All Dads And Stepdads


We Thank You



Happy Father's Day Daddy {1925 - 1981}


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FATHER

Father, is it wistful, the thought, to be born a tree…
My pennant a bark of strength, beauty, and serenity!
To plant my feet beneath Thy sacred earthen ground
And guard thy torment without a sound.
With a message of brotherhood written on my leaves,
For all humanity, broadcast to the breeze
And the seeds of peace cast the sea
Sap wars of man; deliver true victory!
Then to depart this world from which I sprout
Begetting a dozen seedlings –hear them shout?
Their heritage of Father, their respect for Thee,
Through branches of wisdom as if to please;
Thy thoughts, Thy dreams, Thy future’s hope
That now lie dormant, buried in the slope
From which they sprung with vigor and pride,
Two Thousand Years before I died.
How wonderful it would truly be,
If You had ordained me an oaken tree?!


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Finale

Finale
Streams of tears falling;
His crepuscular brawn years,
Embracing his end.


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part III

away like she did, made him ask what was going on. That yielded no response. The 
silence hung heavily in the kitchen. Finally, he asked, “Is Brian in his room?”  He 
looked at my oldest sister, Winnie who sat next to Papa. She didn’t respond. 
Instead, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.  Thomas was as tall as Brian.  
At 14years old, they were 6’ tall. Winnie bowed her head to hide her tears.  She 
looked down at her plate before her. Thomas turned halfway around and was about 
to head towards the door leading towards Brian’s room, when Papa let out a deep, 
long sigh and motioned to Thomas to come sit next to him. Winnie got up to give 
Thomas her chair and Papa, with his voice low and cracked, told Thomas that his 
best friend had passed away. The humming of the fridge seemed much louder 
then.   Looking back now, seeing Thomas’s face, I knew he wanted to laugh but he 
stopped just short of that, and his countenance changed in an instant! A painful 
grimace appeared on his face.  His voice became shaky as he tried to mumble 
something.  He looked at each of us as if checking each face to see if someone 
would soon break into laughter, at this absurd joke. After a while, he took a deep 
breath, convinced now, that he was reading everyone’s face correctly. Brian’s Dad 
wouldn’t joke about something like this. He thought to himself. Then all the reactions 
he had seen as he entered the kitchen, finally registered, confirming that this was 
not a joke.  He nearly fell out of the chair, as it toppled over to the floor.  He began 
retreating slowly towards the kitchen door; his whole body still visibly shaking, he 
said loudly, shaking his head in disagreement, that it wasn’t possible.  “It is just not 
possible!” He shouted. Yet, there was no response.  Winnie was sobbing, tears 
rolling down her face.  He then asked if Brian had run away or something. Still the 
room was as quiet as a tomb. Not a sound from anyone, only the constant humming 
and the hymns being played on the local Christian radio station softly wafted across 
the room. He then blurted out, “Because,” he


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Lonely Soul

My soul has been lonely since a tender age
Since the fateful day they dug his grave 
For years I have tried to fill that  empty space with a happy face 
Although I've known no one could ever take his place 
My mind... It doesn't remember that place
Can't remember a laugh...
Or a warm embrace 
He'll never walk me down the aisle 
Or see my daughter smile 
We must cherish our children 
And the lives that we living 
What happened to him was terrible killing  
Over in an instant; No time to blink 
Don't do before you think!
Not only did he die that day  
My soul still sinks


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My Grandpa

I lost a partner in crime,
But I'll see him again further in time.
He was the defenition of a man,
Always willing to lend a hand.
He had some special way,
Of brightening up even the darkest days.
He had the biggest smile with the best heart,
And he had been there for me from the start.
He took me under his wings,
And along the way taught me so many things.
He taught me how to throw a ball,
And to always get up after a fall.
He taught me to stay strong and fight till the end,
He was more then my grandpa, he was more then my friend.
He was a solider in more ways then one,
He taught me to take responibility and never to run.
He will forever live on in the rest of us,
This amazing man was Jerry Gonzales.


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Tears

Tears fall down my face
To one man who ever knew me
Is gone an can never be replaced
Now who will let me be me
You taught me to be the woman I am
Cared when the world broke my heart
How am I going to close the damn
Without you I am falling apart
You was my shelter form the world
You was my dad
I will always be your little girl
Will I always feel this bad


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A Bench For Alex

Alex died in Iraq
Nineteen years of age
The bench arrived at the Veteran's Cemetary
A reminder of the war and rage

It glows with beauty
For it is brand new
Yet the last reminder of an only child
A dad, alive, polishing until he turns blue

His tears would land on the bench
Discolor would follow
He kept crying and rubbing
I couldn't even swallow

As I pulled him away
To stop the torcherous event
He looked to the sky... to vent

"Alexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx!"

I LOST IT!!!!!!






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A PERSON/ A PAPER/ A PROMISE

Once on a yellow piece of paper w/green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's &
He had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper w/blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & asked him to
write more clearly &
His mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint & the kids told him 
that Father Tracy smoked cigars & left butts
on the pews & sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames &
The girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot &
His father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about & his
professor gave him an A & a strange steady
look & his mother never hung it on the
kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went & he caught his
sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked & the girl around the corner 
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.

Once on a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


Details | ABC | |

She's Daddy's Little Girl.

                              She's daddy's little girl.She misses him so.
                              She has tears wrinning down her face.He's
                              there to wipe them away.She can't see him
                             or hear him.But she knows he is there.She's
                            daddy's little girl.She misses him so.She
                            tries to hold on tight.


Details | Narrative | |

Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.


Details | Quatrain | |

Rappelez Vous, Remember

Rappelez-Vous
(English translation below original French)

Rappelez-vous les petits fils 
Qui ecoutaient leurs grand-peres
Raconter des histoires d’ infanteries 
Et de battailles de la premiere guerre.

Rappelez-vous des braves garcons 
Qui s’imaginaient etre des soldats,
Qui plus tard servaient le drapeau American 
En tant que veritables soldats.

Rappelez-vous des pauvres parents
Qui ont recu des telegrammes et des lettres,
Et qui apres ont place indefiniment
Des etoiles d’ors aux fenetres.

Rappelez-vous de chaque petite amie
Qui esperait un jour se marier
Avec son beau voisin-ami
Qui ne va jamais plus rentrer.

Rappelez-vous des nouvelles jeunes veuves,
Avec ses petits orphelins des peres,
Qui devaient subir les enormes  epreuves
D’elever leurs enfants sans l’aide des peres.

N’oubliez pas les anciens jeunes garcons—
Les chanceux qui ont survecu
Et regardent souvent  les horizons lointains
Cherchant leures ami-fantomes qui ne sont jamais revenues.


Remember

Remember the grandsons
Who listened to their grandfathers
Tell stories of infantries
And battles of the first war.

Remember brave boys
Who pretended to be soldiers
Who later served the American flag
As real soldiers

Remember the poor parents
Who received telegrams and letters
And who afterward indefinitely placed
Gold stars in their windows.

Remember each girlfriend
Who hoped to marry someday
Her handsome neighbor/friend
Who will never come back again.

Remember the new young widows,
With their little fatherless children
Who had to undergo the enormous ordeals
Of raising children without a father’s help.

Don’t forget the former young boys-
The lucky ones who survived,
And often look at the far horizons
For their phantom-friends that never returned.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

My Daddy's Shoes

Unlike the shoes on most men's feet 
My daddy's shoes were not so neat 

Though myself and sisters dear 
Wore good shoes we need not fear 

And mother's shoes on tiny feet, 
Unlike my father's were always neat 

My daddy's shoes were like a book, 
Telling the story of the steps he took 

From hill to hill and row to row, 
Another chapter each time he'd go 

Just like his life his shoes did show 
The way he lived and made things grow 

Always dirty and torn and tattered 
A hand me down all worn and battered 

He lived his life helping strangers and neighbors 
His shoes a witness to his labors 

And by his shoes his works be told 
A long white robe and shoes of gold

In Memory Of 
Lucian Franklin Adams 
A Man Of Greatness And Honor, 
May We All Be Richer In Heart And Spirit, 
Because He Walked Thru Our Lives,


Written the night my father died
Daddy I misss you!!


Details | Free verse | |

Dad

She sits in her room waiting, 
Waiting for that man to come, 
To come up those stairs and into her bedroom. 
She listens for the creaking step, 
That step tells her if he is coming to hurt her, 
To play with his toy again, 
To play with her. 

As he comes up that creaking step, 
She grips the long medal object on her hand, 
And she waits in silence, and in tears for him to enter her room. 
When he is at the top she sneaks, 
Sneaks to a corner of her room and watches the door, 
Watches for him to enter. 

Finally the door opens, and there he stands, 
She looks at the man standing in her doorway, 
And watches him creep closer to her, 
As he gets closer she grips that object harder, 
And she jumped on that man, 
Stabbing him the chest. 

Finally it is over, 
No more crying, 
No more hurting, 
No more rape. 
Finally dad is dead 
 He can't hurt her anymore.

Written by: Alicia Faunce


Details | Free verse | |

Dreams' depth

Dream depth

Dreams are the Leatherback tortoises
lazing across the Caribbean’s;
the blue water and columns of sun.
dreams have seen the ruins, 
the pieces of lost cities, Atlantis; buried.
Dreams have touched the fossilized white bones 
of a father, a fisherman, who sunk.

The boy wakes up, runs on bare feet 
towards the shore where his dreams are.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | I do not know? | |

Angel Wing Away

I know it's hard to take the pain.
When I had to go away.
But when you get lonely
and heavy at heart, just remember,
I'm just an angel wing away.

Play a lalaby and close your eyes.
Cause I'm just up in the sky.
Daddy, even tho I've gone away.
I know that I was loved.

Some day when we meet again.
Up in heavens sky.
We'll sing, and laugh, and play.
So daddy remember,
I'm just an angel wing away.

Daddy keep smiling.
Even tho we are apart.
Cause God has made a special day.
We will fish the day away.
And never have to part.


Details | I do not know? | |

my ocean of tears

puddles,ripples,splish,splash!
here are my feelings wallop,bang,crash
these are the sounds of my tears
oh!dad so many by gone years.

oceans,lakes,fields of water
so much love will never falter
there goe's my heart bending and reeling
tear drops,drip out my feelings!

hold me!shake me,shove me awake
oh!dad your gone, i'll cry you a lake
droplets of tears upon my face
splashes of tears,resembling lace

i would travel all oceans
through these fields of emotions
to bring you on home
so my mothers no longer alone

i've cried you a river of tears
oh!to go back to bygone years
but you will not come back
for me to have dad and mum to have jack!


Details | Free verse | |

Whirlpool of Sorrow

Pulls the trigger…
Bang…Bang…Bang…
Blood and nothing else…
Screams, shouts, horns
Rain, wet, soaked

Ringing bell,
Cheerful faces full of hope
Colorful clothes, bags, umbrellas
 A worried look, anxious to get home

A cloaked figure 
With malicious gaze
At the passersby
Crawls into darkness

A ringing sound…
No movement, no answers…
Answer machine mourns
Over the sad message

A shaken figure,
With torn clothes
Holding the last drops of money
In her clumsy hands
Falls into a drunk pit
Calls out for her son

Knocks on the door…
No movement, no answers…
A piece of paper
Words shrouded in sorrow
Waiting to be read…

Cloaked figure reaching into his pockets
For the little pink and blue boxes
Tears the ribbon…
“Oh … a silver ring”
“Oh… a teddy bear”
The bear soon finds itself 
Lying on a pile of trash
The ring glowing in a shop window

The worried face reaching the doorstep
Afraid to knock
To enter
To call his mother…
A note awaits him
To take him deeper into 
Whirlpool of disillusionment

The shaken figure has managed to get up
Fumbles in the darkness of water
For her dropped coins

The cloaked figure is at home now
Stretching its evil feet on the sofa
In his cozy house there is fire
Dancing flames of warmth
Ensuring him of his happiness

The worried face is now drenched
Not with the rain but watery lavas 
Of his volcanic eyes

The shaken figure is on her way 
To her home
Where her son may be waiting
For bread and butter
Their royal food!

The worried face hears 
Knocks on the door
Rushes to see his mom
“How should I tell her?”

The shaken figure comes home
Only to see her son with 
A mourning look
No need to ask 
No need to say
Sorrow has devoured 
The only possession left to cherish
Family…


Details | Blank verse | |

Anaclitic misery

Collective and permanent-
In these steps to eliminate, I advance.
Concern soley for the initial incision-the swell beneath lefthand placement and pressure.
Natural movements restricted, the right conducts it's glide across taught purpose.
 Our eyes widen to mirror the separation of her skin.
Warm nourishment begins to flood, I settle beside and case over the lips,
preventing the taste from draining down my chin.
A plentiful volume of ejecta sets the air.
 Collective and permanent- our labors deliver each other entirely from inherent hunger; mine defined by her final cry, dangles above human teeth, instincts screaming against ignorant memory-against these plastic hands which I've soaked heavily.
The creature of all my passion, each and every constant, bears your name as well.
 At this, a plentiful volume of ejecta had set the air. A powerful aroma to compliment my dinner.


Details | Rhyme | |

Grandfather Clocks

Life and Death
All comes down to time
Like Grandfather clocks on walls
the constant struggle to survive

Pushing old gears
that have nearly worn out
Turning hands of time
that have never timed out

But a grandfather clock
looks forward to something
struggle no more , and quit's
and finds it's final resting

No more pushing of worn out gears
the gears that have ran 
for a many of years
But no one ever cry's or even sheds a tear
because they lived a life
 Full of so many years

These Grandfather Clocks
they've seen what life has to offer
and death due to time
that's why there a Grandfather

But all through the years
they've did there very best
that's why time is essential
When it comes to Life and Death


Details | Narrative | |

Dad

His Dad had been fighting for years.
Never knowing when to take up arms,
But always needing to be prepared for war.

The pain would begin slowly,
Only then to accelerate into mass fury.
Small heart attacks had become frequent battles.

It may have been arrogant on his part,
But he believed if the big one hit,
His presence could be his Dads safe net.

He found himself spending more evenings at home.
And on the night it happened he was there,
Watching Dateline on the couch a mere ten feet away.

He yelled for Mom while grabbing the aspirin.
There was no use, it happened too fast.
His Dads body lay limp, and the war was done.

Watching his Dad pass will not haunt him.
For he knows his presence brought serenity,
He has far too many good memories to allow distress.

His Dad is now with Jesus.
The battles are no more,
Praise God.


Details | I do not know? | |

final prayer

Forgive me Father for I have sinned... 
Tears and blood stain my sheets as I lay 
motionless on my bed. Many of times 
have I attempted to stop my pain, my suffering. 
Now finally, I think I have succeeded. 
I shake and tremor as thoughts of 
my friends and family rush threw my head... 
Lord what have I done? in trying to end my pain, 
I cause my family grief. I didn't think of them before.. 
Dear God save me from myself... 
I just wanted to stop the pain. There was just 
so many thoughts going through my head and 
they wouldn't stop! Father make them stop... 
I don't want to hurt anymore. My heart body and soul is 
sore. And a deep darkness has taken toll. im numb... 
My eyes are blurred...I hear screams...Is this 
really the end for me? If so then please, 
Forgive me Father for I have sinned...


Details | Rhyme | |

My Father of Shadows and Lines

My father’s a memory of shadows and lines
In black and white photos his smiling face shines
A man in a war
With a family of four
And just another victim of his times

The year was 1951
He left behind three girls – one son
A pilot and plane
Nothing left but his name
And I’m left with no memories to come

As I sit and write these lines
I think of him and my heart pines
I was just four
When he was no more
My father’s just a memory of shadows and lines.

Mdailey	6/16/11
Contest:  Shadows and Lines


Details | I do not know? | |

Blur

You left a hole in my heart that nobody can fix
I always listen to your favorite songs and look back at old pics
You let me be myself by giving me freedom and space
You never yelled at me when you were mad, but I could see it in your face
You were a pretty quiet guy and enjoyed your time alone
You loved fishing, bike riding, and listening to the music on your phone
You protected the family by making us feel secure
Whenever I was sick you always knew the proper cure
You weren’t big on doctors or getting help from others
You didn’t tell anyone you were sick, not even your mother
You didn’t want people to think you weren’t tough
You always told Brad and I not to sweat the small stuff
Although you didn’t show it often, I knew you were so proud of me
I loved showing off my grades to you, you never cared when I got a B
You wanted me to be happy with whatever I chose to do
You never forced me to be a doctor, it is what I choose to pursue
We had a special relationship unique to you and I
I will never forget kissing you that final goodbye
You laid there in peace, with an open mouth and closed eyes
No longer breathing, you had finally died
I sat there in shock, not knowing what to do
I cant believe this was my dad, why did it have to be you?
I felt so many emotions that my body felt numb
I hope this is something I will one day overcome 
My heart is in such pain and I am constantly sad
I can’t believe this happened to my smart, healthy dad
This traumatizing experience will never escape my mind
I watched how your health gradually declined
When you were put on the ventilator, I knew it was bad news
It was so scary and painful to see what you were going through
I hated that you couldn’t talk and that you were heavily sedated
I was praying to heaven that you would finally be extubated
I jumped for joy when mom called to say the tubes were removed
Little did I know that you would never improve 
So much has changed since all of this occurred
When I look back on this experience, it is all a blur


Details | Rhyme | |

Human O' War

What did you do in the war daddy?
Where did you fight, and who did you kill?
Were you a goody, or were you a baddie?
Did you join up against your will?

Or did you join to fight for pleasure,
to get a licence to take any life?
Was the body count how you would measure,
your success in the merciless strife?

Yes were you one who thought it such fun,
to shoot other human beings dead?
Did the power trip of carrying a gun,
drive all sense and reason from your head?

Perhaps the training you were given,
changed every point of view you held before.
Yes, all humanity from within you, driven,
to turn you into a dog of war.

And now you're home with your war ended,
will you settle into family life once more?
With all your nightmares and reality blended,
what does our future have in store?


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting...

Waiting... By: Candice 


He listens in the dark at the warfare in the distance.

With each passing day his heart grows colder.

His passion for violence grows immensely

and the remnants of his " once was life" are no longer fresh in his mind.

Gunfire and roadside bombs were now a part of his everyday life.

He''d give anything to be at home, warming a bottle for a midnight feeding,

or preparing to change a diaper who had been a victim of a disastrous explosion.

He smiles to himself thinking of his new baby boy

and prays to God that he will return home safely to hold the precious miracle of life

that he had not yet laid eyes or hands on.

He tightly closes his eyes to hold back the threat of oncoming tears.

Images of a deadly blast just days before crowd his mind,

He begins to weep.

This war torn life would affect him for all eternity.

He was in fact, a victim of war.

He would never know another restful night.

Rest doesn''t come easy for a man who has seen men blown to pieces by bombs and lifeless
on the terrain.

However the disaster of a lost life somehow brings him strength to drudge through another day.

He takes out the crumpled birth announcement.,

reads the print and gently tucks it away.

He had never known such an emptiness.

Everyday he waits.

For what he is not sure.

He just prays in the end, it will have been worth it.


Details | Lyric | |

Blood of a liar, mark of a thief

You took it all
(I held my breath)
You screamed my name
(as you fell to your death)
The crowed gathered round
but I stood tall
with your body laying so broken
you've never looked so small

The rain started pouring down
(oh how I smiled)
There were sirens in the distance
(only a half a mile)
Down below the screaming sounds
I can't hear a thing
everyone's gaze is upon me
waiting for the once caged bird to sing

(Liar)
You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
(Thief)
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

The rain washes away the evidence
(the blood, sweat, and tears)
But rain can't wash away everythng
(no, not everything)
not the pain suffered through the years

Your words were so sweet
who was I to judge
I fell for your parlor tricks
over the edge with one small nudge
Such a beautiful disguise you wore
silly little me
I fell into your web of lies
far too young to ever see

(Liar)
You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
(Thief)
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

You could have been mine
(does it hurt now, hush, be quiet now)
You sold your soul for a good time
(does it hurt now, hush, don't speak now)
Did you think I'd never know?
(does it hurt now, does it hurt now)
Now you must reap the crop you've sewn

(Liar)
You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
(Thief)
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

(Liar)
You had such a pretty little plan
(Thief)
Carried out by such a careless little man


Details | I do not know? | |

Growing With An Empty Hourglass

GROWING WITH AN EMPTY HOURGLASS


Today’s dawn disturbed a dreaming child
She’ll never hold her father’s hand
He clutched an arm ablaze and wild
Leaving him in pieces piled
Lost and left to where they’d land
Yet his baby laughed and smiled
Far too young to understand
Now the future holds her heavy heart
Inheriting time’s weightiest grains of sand
Absence…


Details | ABC | |

I am Invisible

I am invisible
No one can see me
All they see is beauty
Not the real me

I'm very confused by this
I think it is all an illusion
But it doesn't sum up my conclusion

That I am invisible
It takes years of practice
I am just so numb with pain
And as it rains

I can't imagine
What it's like
To be uninvisible to you
Maybe thats why I'm always blue
 
Though inside I'm hurting
You can't see
Because 
I am invisible


Details | Free verse | |

You Are My Father

Thinking of you..
Thinking of how you
Drove me to the top of 
A hill just to show me a 
Sunrise. I'll never forget it.
You told me of its beauty, 
Which I was too young to
Understand, but I wish I was
There now. Remembering
How you had tried so hard
To make me happy as a child.
You didn't have to. I was ecstatic
By you just being there for us.
Recalling all those times you
Would say," What did the cat 
Say when its tail got cut off,"
And I would answer," It won't
Be long now," but then, it
Referred to seeing you, and now,
I'm afraid, it does not.
I never thought I would see 
The day where I knew I 
Had to watch you fade.
I always pictured you would 
Stick around so that when you 
Passed on, I would be alright
Because I would be happily married 
And have your grandchildren that looked like you.
I won't see that day.
And I'm sorry to say you won't either.
I wonder how you're garden is doing.
You have such a green thumb and
I would've enjoyed seeing your vegetables 
Grow and become bigger, like the love
You grow in my heart.
There are things I never knew about you,
And there are things I wish
You had known about me 
These last few years.
Just thinking about how you
Are so young. I've only known 
You but fifteen years, but it's gone
By as if it was fifteen seconds.
There are thing we'll never get to say.
There are things we'll never get to know.
I'll never understand why
Hope doesn't influence what really happens.
I may never again smell the delight
Of your home-made stew, but i do
Know that when I write, I'll think,
"I got that from my father."
I'll always know 
There's nothing you can do to be
A better father or a bigger inspiration 
To me.
You are what I can 
Be proud of and what
I can aspire to be.
I lived a dream by 
Just being your daughter 
And I simply cannot give 
You a bigger compliment than
You Are My Father
And I love you.
That will never change.


Details | Ballad | |

But There Are Stars

One day a father’s father died.
He wept and walked with his son that night.
As they walked, his son asked, “How do I become a man?”
The father responded, “Follow me to a cross and I’ll show you a Man.”
“Who is he?” the son asked.
“He is the king of kings.”
“How do you know?” the boy questioned.
The father told his son to look up and answered with tears in his eyes, “night sky 
is dark, but there are stars.  Bright orbs of light that mock the night.  And life is 
dark but there is Christ, he quenched the sting of death and brings blind sight.”
“But Why?!” the son demanded.
“There is no why, just what!”
“Believe and know why night can’t stop sun’s light.”
“Believe and know why death can’t sting God’s might.”
“Believe and know why sorrow cannot last and suffering must fade.”
“Believe and know why broken hearts are best, yet hearts of steel can’t rise.”
“In these dark days of doubt and lies.”
“My son, in these dark days of doubt and lies.”
“Just know, night sky is dark but there are stars, bright orbs of light that mock the 
night.”
“And life is dark but there is Christ, he quenched the sting of death and brings 
blind sight.”
“He is the author of truth and craftsman of joy.”
“Confidant to whores yet sovereign master over strife.”
“And soon he’ll come to judge the dead and rule the just.”
“He’ll set things right.”
“But now my son, right now just lift your hands, let his love grab hold, and let 
nothing in this sordid lie of life distract from that embrace.”
“In these dark days of doubt and lies.”
“Believe and know why night can’t stop sun’s light.”
“Believe and know why death can’t sting God’s might”
“He is the author of truth and craftsman of joy.”
“He steals the sting of death and brings blind sight.”
“Confidant to whores yet sovereign master over strife.”
“He is the king of kings, the Christ.”
“Believe on his name, my son, he’ll make you a man.”
“Believe on his name and live forever.”


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Daddy

As we gather 
A new storm to weather
 My tears run down my face
Were is that wonderful place

The one you always took me to
When my day was sad or blue
Daddy what will I do
without you

Who will be there when I am scared
Who will be there for my secrets to share
Daddy don't go not yet fight just a while longer
Just hold out till I can be a little stronger

I cant lose you now
Daddy please I don't know how
I know I am being selfish 
I know I sound so childish

But I know I cant go on without you at least not today
I need your strength and your special way
Of making everything better with a hug and smile
So Daddy please stay here just a while 

You are still so needed and loved so much dad
Just the thought of losing you drives me mad
I cant keep from crying at the thought of you being gone
So Daddy please hang on


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You Take God I'll Take Booze, Drugs And Women

You Take Your God…
I’ll Take My Booze, Drugs And Women!


Someone recently asked me: “Are you listenin’?”
“You take your God!”  “I’ll take my booze, drugs and women!

I’ve been there! When I lived for “the pleasure of the day.”
I didn’t want to listen to what God had to say!

Whatever felt “good.”  I wanted to “live it up!”
There were many things I tried, that I let “fill me up.”

But whatever I tried…  No matter how 
happy I wanted to be.
There was still something empty deep inside of me!

I’ve seen families break apart, over a bottle of booze.
In the end, it seemed like everyone was going to lose!

I’ve seen drugs lead people into heavy addictions.
And have seen them die from various afflictions!

I’ve seen grown man having “affairs” of various kinds.
Only to burn in lust with very “sex craved” minds!

Is this the real fun that people seem to crave?
But too often, end up in an early grave?

Will someone please tell me what going on?
Or, have many people just “have it all wrong?”

There’s a God!  And he wants to make this very clear!
Today may be your party!  But his judgment is near!

Everything that you try will one day fail you!
The life God offers, will never disappoint you!

He is the answer for the satisfaction you seek!
You need him in your life!  Each day of the week!

Won’t you allow his love and peace into your life today!
He’ll show you how to really live
 in a brand new way!

By Jim Pemberton


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Timeless Limbs of Gold

Timeless Limbs of Gold
by Lori Maria Walton

Spinning
  ceaseless,
limbs of gold
  desire movement,
to become still

hours, set like days
  upon the laps 
of young children
  and old men

photographs blur
  my memory
with stains 
  of reality

where have you gone?


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Happy Birthday Daddy & Papaw

                            If only you was here with us you would 
                         have been 65 today. Things haven't been 
                       the same since you left us on January 12th.
                      But I know you are in God's hands now. And 
                     with Grandma, where you wanted to be since
                                                you lost her.
                       It has ripped my whole world into a million
                     pieces since you left me here all alone. But I
                       Know you will never have to suffer again.
                      Cause you suffered way too long, trying to
                                  hang on to be here for us.
                      I know you wanted me to be strong and not
                       hurt like I have. But Daddy, when you love
                    someone as much as I love you, it's hard not
                       to cry or hurt. I am lost too death without 
                                               you by my side.
                         Even though I didn't always show you or 
                        tell you and we didn't always get along. I
                       wish I could turn back time, so I could let 
                      you know that....I always have been Daddy's
                      Girl and always will be. I love and miss you
                       so....I'm sorry I never got to say Good-Bye
                         or the chance to let you know just how
                      much you meant to me. But I know in my
                        heart you know and in my heart you will
                                                   always be...
                                    We Sure Do Miss You!!!!!


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a walk through my teen pregnancy

i found out the shocking news

i was only 14

but i was pregnant 

three months pregnant at that

people asked how didn't you know you were pregnant

i simply said i was showing no signs

are you scared they would ask

of course I'm scared I'm so young

four months pregnant now

i start having heavy bleeding i get scared and call my mom

she answers

i sob into my phone

mommy i think I'm losing my baby

what, when did you find out you were pregnant

i didn't want to tell you but i found out a month ago 

i go to the hospital

how far along are you

four months can you do anything to help me not lose my baby

the doctor looked at me honey your not losing your baby your just having a period while your pregnant

now five months pregnant

the baby's father and i get into a fight and break up

three weeks later im dating a new guy who wants to help me raise my baby

we are together for two weeks and he goes to florida on a trip

comes back and i find out he cheated on me

i forgive him

he broke up with me two weeks later saying he doesn't think that he can handle being a dad at 17

now six months pregnant

i am scared and alone not sure if even i can handle being a mom

its a common concern since im only 15

the baby is growing healthy

i ponder whether or not to give the baby up

now seven months pregnant

me and the baby's father are back together and engaged

we decide we will keep the baby and move in together

for once we think we have things figured out

now eight months pregnant 

i go to my weekly ultrasound

first week is fine

week two rolls around

i go and have my ultrasound

they tell me my baby is dead his umbilical cord strangled him

the admit me to the hospital

induce my labor

i give birth to a 5lb 2 oz 12inch long still born

he is the most beautiful baby i have ever seen

my boyfriend and i ask ourselves why us

we both are so young me being 15 him being 18

we both blame ourselves

fall into a deep dark depression

both decide life wasn't worth living with out Xavier

our attempt were just that attempt

how ever eight months later we are glad it didn't i am now 16 and married

we are so happy and want to try to have kids in the future

we hope and pray we won't have to goo through that every again


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lost father and the long lost twin veteran brother

day and night i sit and wonder when is my dad coming home
he writes to me about the war and the things that has happened 
"dear son 
soon I'll be home and i promise you won't recognize me
today i killed at 5 japs and took under my wing a boy not much older than you and 
this makes me wish i was home with you."
one day I'll see my dad and hope that he looks the same 
day after day after day yet no sign that my dad is okay
then one day an army truck appears inside is a man and a young boy right about 
my age.
they knock on my door and i open it 
they told that my dad was dead and the boy in front of me was my twin and he 
was the boy that my father took under his wing .
i gave him a hug and cried for the lost of my father they told that is 15 japs and a 
missile that wiped my father out.
day and night with a new brother by my side i wait to be with my lost father again


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RED WINE KING

                                         Cordelia is dead
                                     King,this blood is hers
                                   like red wine soothes your
                                          deadly nerves
                                     dad. love is unspoken
                                          the wise king
                                    the wandering madness
                                      in storm, trees crash
                                         hailstorm blasts
                                            your crown
                                          Curse the wind
                                          Curse the wind
                                              mad king
                                    who loves you the best?
                           the fool? the clown? the filial death?
                                 do you want so say anything
                                     Cordelia, in your favor?
                                       I curse you Cordelia
                                        I curse you winds 
                                       I curse you Goneril
                                        I curse you Regan
                                         I curse the world
                                        "Nothing, my Lord"




East Jesus - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Roy Jerden
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Composed on 4th December,2014


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Exploration of the Crucifixion

I love you, Daddy.
Sunshining walks, wooshing bike rides, coldly splashing summer games.
Sweet singing me to sleep
Wraped in the bear hug of your love—
Smile, I’m your little girl.

I am you:
I have your eyes, your thoughts.
The tears that the ferocities of my irrationally have pushed form my eyes
Are wiped away by your calming words and caring fingers.

Coffee shop singing, dinnertime laughing, tv show watching;
Wake up to a caramel machiotto made just for me. 

Where are you, Daddy?
It’s cold here, and grey.
All the color has been sucked out of this day.

Incomprehension swirls in my brain.
My friends have turned on me
And I don’t know why.
Hard words crack my soul.
Harsh whips break my bones.
I have been brought here in my naked humiliation
	To die.
The world is watching me die.

Why are you watching me die?
I can see you.
I scream to you—
	Help, save, hug me.
Look at me.

Then, I hear you
And your words hit with the devastation of a tsunami:
	“I hate all that you are.”
The force dislodges a torrent of memories, filled with bright love
They flash in my mind, they flow out and away.

Daddy, why don’t you love me?


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CONQUERING THE FEAR OF DEATH

Too weak to utter words,
and unable rise her sunken eyes,
this is what my aunt Lucy told mom
on her deathbed when sunlight
struggled to enter the dark room,
" Endure grief with faith...
think of the glory you'll see!"
" God will welcome you to Heaven...
your struggle will end by night!"


Silently she resigned to her fate,
and turning her moribund head she nodded,
accepting the final agony coming upon her...
and everybody's tears had to be released,
to show her the affection and the love nurtured
by obedience, kindness and sincerity.


To watch her die, made us aware of our own vulnerability,
which will face on our darkest day with or without comfort...
blessed are the ones being consoled by prayers,
making their grief bearable until their breath stops;
blessed was mother to have seen angels rapture her...
when her heartbeat could no longer be heard!    
 

Her spirit rose up as they carried it with caution
to the blissful place of angels, martyrs and saints...
because she lived a Christian life of truth and sacrifice;
and mom will certainly remember how we squeezed her hand,
comforting her without showing the intensity of sorrowful emotions
as we whispered, " Mother, you have loved us dearly...so have we!" 


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once

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A



And his mother hung it on the kitchen door


That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.


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September

We had a good thing going
Enjoyed our time in love
Never thought for a moment
I would ever have enough
Things were going so well
I thought I had it all 
But then came September
My world began to fall

The visit came that evening
The one I would always dread
A telegram from the division
Told me you were dead
No chance would come to tell you
How much I really loved 
Just a box with your remains
To bury in a yard

Deep down I’m just so angry
Why did you have to leave
Each night I prayed to God
To keep you safe for me
I guess I must have missed a night
For now it seems you have gone
One rainy night in September
The month we fell in love

I stand here at your grave now
Not understanding why
You had to go and leave
Before we said goodbye
So many things you will miss
Since you had to go away
One thing I want to tell you
Before I leave this day

A month before you left me
In September’s setting sun
Found out I was expecting
Together we have a son
I wanted to surprise you
When you came back home to me
Wish that I had told you 
The blessing he was to be

God’s peace in rest I hope you find
Until we meet again
For no one will ever
Take your place
Within my heart and live
I know one day we will meet again
In heaven by the shore
Just like we did so long ago
Before September came


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Disbelief

In a world of muted reality
where parents once swelled with pride
the day they kissed their babies’ cries
and tasted their life’s dream
heroin poisons sons
and alcohol washes away daughters
as sunsets creak past rusted porch swings
salted with silent grief
Gone are the Sunday picnics
and the tee ball jubilation
when fortune rained God’s bounty
on fruitful fields of disbelief
where they now gather
to bury their seed


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9/11, 2001 " Page 1 of 2 "

9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners 
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
 
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
 
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
 
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
 
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
 
CNN and TV crew's 
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
 
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing

Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
 
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day

In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum 
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
 
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>


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At the Foot of the Cross

- On the day my Father died
Loss opened a chasm wide
A hole in which I fell inside
To crawl upon proud Pity's ride.

- Anger engineered that fateful train
Which I rode in fog through Trouble's rain
Deep into tunnels black of Emotion's pain
As images blurred in my shocked brain.

- But even as my world on tilt did rock
Peace chipped away at my numbed block
Friends who had witnessed Dad's Christian walk
Protected and soothed me from Rage's selfish mock.

- As with a coin toss; it's either head or tail
I could remain bound by Loss' mourning wail
Or choose to walk on Love's precious golden trail
With quickened strides of strength not frail.

- Dad said, 'That even through Pain and Loss
A Christ anchored ship weather's all pitch and toss!'
So while Life chooses to leave a gilded gloss
That coin is now placed at the Foot of the Cross! Amen!

Sorrily missed but never forgotten;
John Anthony  entered God's Kingdom
September 26, 2003 71 years young!

This is for all those that are left with the wisdom,knowledge,
love and respect of their Dad and would trade anything for a minute
more with him! Remembering Father's Day

©6/6/2012


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Pebbles

Time slips by
like pebbles
flowing gently 
downstream
slipping silently on
before vanishing forever
into the eternal landscape
where the faces of those
we have loved and lost
blend like stars
in the seamless expanse
we call 'yesterday'.

For a moment I knew you
we were drops in an ocean
you have slipped from my grasp
and the pebbles
in the trickling stream of life
flow on.


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A Beautiful Season

As I open my eyes the pain shoots through my head
I swear some times I think I would be better off dead

I love my wife, kids and friends, empty they would be
So I’ll remain that lonesome vessel sailing across the sea

They all know that I gave up, gave up all of my dreams
Those of all the power, glory and living blatantly obscene

I had power on the streets and power up in the pen
Know that I was once proud to be the very breath of sin

What is it like once we start trying so hard to change
Know that every facet of our life we must re-arrange 

One day I started teaching about trying to reach our dreams
You see it is blind people that walk through Demons schemes

Demons schemes are hard to see, do you know the reason why
Just like in a storm the clouds will cover, all the blue up in the sky

Demons schemes are like a dream, offering all the pleasure we may feel
Some days for me to not fall back on them, takes every drop of my will

See every single day that I stay clean and stay true to myself
I gain just a little more insight as to what is truly wealth

Wealth is a frame of mind, offering freedom to our soul
I write my poems because I wish to simply reach that goal

And the one thing that I wish, the one thing that keeps me here
Is because I hope that just one soul won’t go, through all my tears

You see I have tasted emptiness that is as cold as cold as can be
I only hope that one of you will learn, Please don’t end up like me

Today is tomorrows past, so make it last, be all that you can be
Praise the Lord every second and say, I wish to live for thee

Storms will come and they will go nothing ever changes that
Trust in God and know in your heart, his love is where its at

He knows our prayers before there spoken as we kneel to pray
Bound to his will as well as time, if our prayers shall come to bay

I Praise him for the pain I’m in because I know he has a reason
And at the end of all the pain, will come a very beautiful season

Yesterday I overdosed so I figured I should add that information in
To be a true example of right we must include even the accidental sin

I could not believe the words I heard as they said you’ve overdosed
Though the taste of death in my mouth was as familiar as buttered toast

See I have tasted death so many times that it is like a long lost friend
My life is still the same only difference is, the truth I will not bend
-----------------------------------------------
This story is the truth and goes with my blog


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Pointless, Worthless, War

Why do people have to die,
for something as stupid as war?
It's pointless,
It's worthless,
and causes nothing but pain.
There may be that moment,
when the victory is great.
But there's always after,
when the sorrow sinks in,
the tears fall,
and hearts break.
Fathers and sons are lost,
leaving wives and mothers behind.
Alone to grieve,
alone to weap,
and to scream at the sky,
despising to world.
It's something that she,
will never ger over.
That she lost her som or husband,
to the squables of countries.
There is no joy in this pointless bloodshed,
that causes nothinf but heartwretching pain.
It's pointless,
and it's worthless.
So why do so many hace to die,
for something as stupid as war.


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THAT DAY IN JUNE

I sat today midst the happy smiles
Of a children’s song, and for just a while 
I was happy too, for what else should come
From a happy day and a happy song

But it came again just like every June
When I feel the pain of an open wound
That on every other day I keep
Hidden far from view, buried oh so deep

But I guess that’s why they made the day
So that folks like me can’t just walk away
From the hidden chambers, vaults and tombs 
Where ghosts like this are left to loom

Waiting for the chance to emerge again
On that day in June; on the one day when
I can only sit choking back the tears
While the children sing…
And the ghosts appear

…Jeff Bresee


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Message To Ted

I was so young  
You were gone
Met your family
Guess that makes it mine
Your father died 
Your mother cried
So did your sisters
All three
Now far away
Begging for family
Started my own
Three boys
Beautiful wife 
Just thought you should know


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Father

Father you had me
Did I ever have you?
Father you finished with me
Before I began with you

Father I am all grown
But my heart is young
Father we never known
What we never begun

Daddy was it to hard to love your boy
Daddy did I ever bring you moments of pride and joy
Daddy you're gone and I never knew the man
Daddy I am here and alone I stand

Father why is it so hard to love?
Father did you ever get enough love?
Daddy you died and now I live
Daddy I have your name it was all you had to give.


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WE CAN BE VICTORIOUS AS CHRIST WAS

Did He die in vain, leaving no visible trace to remember Him by?
Did He fall into Satan's deceitful trap and let him continue to lie?

We can be victorious as Christ was and become immortal, 
let the evildoers destroy themselves with deeds so immoral!

Did His deviate from the holy path and be easily deceived by false glory,
no, He did not give into the Angel of Darkness, but resisted with hostility. 

We can be victorious as Christ was...truly divine and humble,
let others mock us with their irrationality, we will not tremble!

Did He speak against the tyrants of His day, to be praised for being bright?
No, He did not...but with His whip He cleaned a temple so impure and dark!

We can be victorious as Christ and be part of His prophesied kingdom,
and marked by true modesty and humbleness, we'll lose our humanism!

Did He want to die as an impostor to satisfy the ego of a would-be God?
No, He did not seek glorification without merit and be called the Word! 

We can be victorious as Christ was by denouncing all vanity and wickdeness,
not being crucified on Calvary as He was, but be resurrected as Lazarus was!


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Don't Ever Sell Your Saddle

It’s been ‘bout thirty years now, to this Christmas day
And I can still hear those wise words that Dad did say:
“Don’t ever sell your saddle, don’t quit balin’ hay—
When ya give your word, keep it—it’s a real man’s way.”

I wish that I could swear I’ve lived up to his words,
But like the truth sometimes, they’ve flown off with the birds.
It’s not to say I’ve tired, and mostly I’ve been true—
But if I could do things over, there’s some I’d undo.

Well, I’m still balin’ hay and my word I always keep,
I’ve got a good woman and I sing the kids to sleep.
We keep the ranch a goin’ and we’re doin’ just fine,
But I regret sellin’ Dad’s saddle back in ninety-nine.

Times were tough and we scraped every cent that year—
At a Christmas eve auction sold some cows, a steer—
Then it came down to Dad’s saddle and some ol’ tack—
‘Course that saddle brought the most cash and that’s a fact.

Couldn’t figure out who bought it—never seen ‘em before—
When he bought that saddle, he was quick out the door.
One year later, there came a knock on Christmas day—
There stood the stranger with Dad’s saddle and he did say:

“Fixed it up and brought it back—this is where it should be—
Your Dad, me and Zack, used to cowboy and they told me
A man shouldn’t sell his saddle, so here it is again—
Think of it as a gift from someone who was a friend.”

(continued)


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IF I COULD

If I could, I'd turn back the hands of time to capture every sweet memory and trap them in 
my mind.

I'd hold your hand a little tighter, talk to you more, and laugh until we cried.

Never miss a chance to be right by your side.

Yes, DAD there are so many things I'd do so differently now that I won't have the chance to 
try.

And as the winds of our time blow ever so sweetly in my ear; Everyday I find myself wishing 
you were still her

This is my  pain and I live with it as I should; to change it would be a blessing only IF I 
COULD...




Details | Narrative | |

suicidal poem

I was looking through a magazine when something caught my eye.
A picture of a girl, the words "attempted suicide."
The photograph was taken on the day she turned sixteen.
The story told of how the very next day she O.D'd.
Her face no longer innocent, determined to conceal
a pain so deep she made herself believe could not be healed.
She dressed in only black, and when her father asked her why
she said "I make myself ugly because that's how I feel inside.
Tangled in a web of sin, religion played its part
so she found her love in heroin and worshipping the dark.
The day she turned sixteen she sat up in her room alone
and vented all her anger through a suicidal poem.
The next night as she closed her eyes, the needle in her vein,
she closed the door behind her on a world of only pain.
Her mother in a storm of tears, her father broken down
when they find her in her bedroom, laying naked on the ground.
They blame themselves unbendingly, determined that they've failed.
The train they've tried so hard to steer has finally derailed.
They stand beside the bed as she's unconsciess in her sleep.
The doctor says she's fighting for a life she wants to keep.
Hope can be a crutch, but sometimes hopes not what it takes
when its not the leg that's broken, but inside when something breaks.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

So Tiny

The thoughts of you, brings tears to my eyes. The tiny eyes, that I'll never get to look into. The tiny hands, I'll never get to hold. My heart breaks, when I think about, the tiny heart I'll never get to feel, the tiny voice I'll never get to hear, the tiny body I'll never get to hold closely. So tiny, So small. but our love for you, so strong.


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door

Mama stood at the kitchen sink, quietly drying the dishes and putting them away.  I 
knew 
she was crying because every now and then she would wipe her eyes with the hem 
of her 
apron.  She hadn’t been eating much, lately. She looked so tired and drained.  She 
was a 
tall, beautiful woman.  At 40 years old she looked as if she had just turned 30.  She 
was on a 
leave of absence and had been keeping busy around the house, constantly 
cleaning, 
scrubbing and washing.  In hindsight, now I know she was only trying to keep busy 
so she 
wouldn’t think about her first born son. Mama had slept so much the week before. I 
remember wondering, back then, asking myself, was she also sick?  I was too afraid 
to ask 
out loud.  I would lie next to her in her bed and watch her sleep.  Her stirring 
reinsured me 
that she was fine-only sleeping.  You see, my oldest sister, Winnie, after Brian died, 
had 
explained to me what dying was.  So then I knew that dying was like sleeping, only 
you 
never wake up. I was not going to let my Mama die also. I would bring into her bed, 
my 
coloring books and pencils and would sit on that bed until she woke up. Sometimes, 
I would 
fall asleep, then awake to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, saying her rosary 
and I 
would join her. In some ways I was like Mama.  We were both of quiet spirits but 
she was 
strong and also an extrovert.  She made friends easily.  I on the other hand, was 
shy, 
stubborn and introverted. Later on as I got older, our personality would clash on 
many 
occasions.

It was a Saturday afternoon in May.  We were all sitting at the kitchen table.  We, 
kids were 
eating all the sweets because Mama and Papa were distracted. There was still 
plenty of food 
left over from the week before. Mama’s many friends had really showered her with 
love.  
They had cooked and cleaned and comforted her as much as they could. Mama and 
Papa 
very seldom ate any food, which seemed to last forever. My older siblings were lost 
in their 
own thoughts and grief, my younger sister, Lena, my cousin Reggie and I ate 
heartily of 
anything we liked. Being the youngest of the group, we did not fully understand 
what was 
going on.  We were talking amongst ourselves about our


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Last Kiss

last kiss
before dying
how tragic




Tribute To 
Our Loved Ones 
On The Other Side

{R.I.P.}


Details | ABC | |

123

123 nurse says push babies first breath babies first cry baby looking mama in the eye beautiful site
 123 baby teething baby shots so many tears mama wishes she could stop yet learning 
words and making friends well half way anyway teaching that no no can go both ways
 Shes mastering abc's and saying thank you and please all in 1 2 3 she might even be a prodigy
1 2 3 everyones applauding at her first speech and shes going out for ice cream chocolate her favorite flavor without the cheery on top just to sweet
daddy kisses mama on the cheek at least hes not not drunk just happy when  happy drunk he tounges he punches walls not tonight hes happy cause shes graduating
 1 2 3 shes about to pop the question daddy mama can i have a boyfriend an argument quickly ensues daddys mad cause mamas not taking it serious enough she laughed that was the wrong thing to do at home the girl goes straight to the room.
1 2 3 the arguing has finally ceased but theres a creaking down the hall 123 theres a stranger entering the room its to dark to see but she knows its her daddy hes come to give her a whippin at this time of night and hes telling her shes deserving of it all and tonight he says hell teach her about life 123 this this is wrong and they both know it hes going to molest her hes going to wreck her at 13 when she had her whole life ahead of her
 1 2 3 bang theres a gasp mama pulled the trigger daddy took his last breath theres blood on the  bed mama holds her daughter and cries
123 ambulance announce him dead on scene mamas put in handcuffs daughter goes to foster care mama in jail until the court date life is hell for the both of them till the judge speaks his peace he says for the crime commited i give you no time for protecting your child from a monster in the dark but i give you three seconds to leave this court room before i give you more than just community service and in 123 they escaped the courtroom to freedom never looking back   
 


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The Little Lord Jesus Sacrificial Lamb

The little lord Jesus
asleep not on the hay 
but in the street 

Like Abraham the little
boy was sacrificed on 
the machine's high holy day
One day after the Winter Solstice

His family lived in a comfortable
home in Brooklyn NY but his father
took the subway to the highest
mountain near The Dakota in Central Park West

The 3 year old named was translated
to Kyrios Christos or the Lord in his father's tongue

He was placed on the high alter
at exactly 12 noon prime meridian

On the day in question
a mother's child was stolen from the womb
unlike the Star of Bethlehem 
Venus went backwards 
Virgo in opposition to the dark side of Pluto and Pisces
and the Uranus square or the Trickster

Like Christ his red blonde hair
was covered in blood
the measure of oil equivalent
30 pieces of gold

In three days times
the three wise men would have been
welcome to Gotham City but the Mayor
went golfing in Bermuda and the shops were out
of Gold  Frankenstein and Myrrh

But what of his message of peace and good will towards men
the sacrificed was paid
and the little Lord Jesus
lay not in the hay but
dead in NY city streets


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED

I have never come here
because I was sure I wouldn't find you,
but now that I have arrived
this silent autumn's garden
makes me feel you may be around
I don't hear your steps
like a lost tired ghost
or see your shining transparence
or listen to a whispered voice.
No, I can't feel hot or cold
or any creeping sensation.
It is just that when I read your name
in this clean and clear marble
and saw your black and white picture
where you appear so young, so healthy,
(I had chosen it myself)
when this silence invaded my soul
and the image of this garden
brought me the memories
of your happy and strong steps
through the grass of our house,
and these memories came so alive
I knew you were at my side
Well, what to do?
I sit in this nearby grave
and lay down on your lap
waiting for the old peace to come.
Dad, is it true
that you have talked to my brother
and that you have helped him?
Is it true that he has asked
and that you have answered?
I was the one who used to believe
in such unbelievable things, remember?
And yet I hadn't come here before today
for I was sure I wouldn't find you.
As you can see dad, I changed my mind.
I changed my faith and so did my way
two seconds after your leaving.
I was supposed to be the strongest
I am ashamed of my weakness
Would you forgive me, my father?
Could you?
I felt lost, dear
I felt angry, and I felt alone
I hated God, I hated to be alive.
Now that I have come
and that you are here . . .
I can see my wasted life
Not anymore, my love
Not anymore, heavenly God
Eat this marshmallow pie I brought
and let's enjoy your birthday.
Thank you for bringing me back
to the good old times
and o.k., Mr. Silly 
for next year, strawberry pie.

Patrícia Evans


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As I Sit Here

As I sit here,

on this cold night.

Once again, I find myself

  missing you,

and holding you close

in my heart, Daddy dear.

As I look upon this picture,

I search your tired,

and weathered face.

Counting each line and knowing,

memories of love are stored there.

 Each one is like a written page,

that tells the story

of your life.


 Copyright©2007 Carla Faye Cox


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SO LONG TO MY DAD

SO LONG TO MY DAD, RICHARD "DICK" JAMES VINCENT,

WHOM PASSED AWAY SO FAST.

I DID NOT GET A CHANCE TO SEE YOU ONE MORE TIME.

TIME IS AN ILLUSION AND REALIZING EACH MOMENT IS GOLDEN.

I LOVE MY DAD AND WE SHARED SO MANY FUN TIMES OVER THE YEARS.

HE WAS MY HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH TEACHER MY JUNIOR AND SENIOR YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL.  DAD TAUGHT HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH FOR 35 YEARS.

MY DAD TOOK OUR FAMILY ON A SUMMER TRIP EVERY YEAR.  ONE YEAR, WE TREKKED TO DISNEY WORLD IN FLORIDA.

DISNEY WORLD WAS A BLAST!  ANOTHER YEAR, WE TRAVELED TO COLORADO, BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY.

MY DAD WAS VERY INVOLVED WITH MANY HIGH SCHOOL FUNCTIONS SUCH AS THE

PROM AND NEWSPAPER, THE ECHO.

HE ALSO LOVED TO READ BOOKS AND HIS BOOK COLLECTION WAS QUITE EXTENSIVE.

LATER IN MY DAD'S LIFE, AFTER MY MOTHER, GRETTA, PASSED AWAY, MY DAD

MARRIED HIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND, MARY ANN.  

HE WAS MARRIED TO MARY ANN FOR 8 YEARS UNTIL HIS PASSING ON APRIL 25, 2014.

MY DAD DIED A HAPPY MAN.  IT WAS A GOOD ENDING TO HIS LIFE'S THEME OF STRENGTH, CHARACTER, AND ADVENTURE.

I WILL MISS YOU DAD.

YOU TAUGHT ME A GREAT DEAL ABOUT LIFE AND LIVING.

MY DAD AFFECTED SO MANY LIVES.

I LOVE YOU DAD...  SO LONG NOW...

YOUR SON, CHADWICK    


BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT      JUNE 2014


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Mother

Mother shot father and I don’t see
How this came to be
Mother shot father and I can't hear
The sound of gunfire ringing in my ear

In my room I sit 
A cigarette in my hand, asking to be lit
Mother shot father and I don’t know why
I can't seem to find the tears to cry

Mother shot father
Bam bam bam
Mother shot father
Bam bam bam

A bullet straight to the head
And now daddy is dead
Two more shots, just to be sure
Its all a blur

Mother shot father 
And then mother shot mother 
Here I sit, in my room alone
The words in my head an endless drone

Mother shot father
Mother shot mother
If I shoot myself 
Will all the blame lie with mother?


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Thank YOU Letter

Thank YOU Letter



Thank You for loving me
It was Your undying love that saved me

Thank You for dying for me
It was Your precious blood that bought my liberty

Thank You for always being with me
You promised to never leave or forsake me

Thank You for the pain, suffering and ridicule You took for me
It is because of the Cross that I have been set free

Thank You for sending the Sweet Holy Spirit at any cost
For without Him I'd still be lost

Thank You for being a Friend that sticks closer than any brother
I truly love You--You're like no other

I wait patiently for You to return again
Thank You YESHUA for being a Friend til no end.

                                                         I love YOU.


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Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


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Unborn

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

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

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

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


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How Could a Mother

The word betrayal 
As i say at forty nine
Goes back when i was five
Way back in time

A mother, a father
And two little boys
A mother who played around
For her own little joys

Then one night
When her kids were asleep
Next door started a fire
We were out in the street

Our house was burnt down
Every thing we had was lost
Could we move on as a family
At no matter the cost

It was not to be
As in the courts it was decided
Two boys with their father
And their mother, now divided

What takes a mother
And her decision to leave home
To leave her young boys
In her selfish roam

Her husband, her boys
Start to make a new life
Then on that April day
Again, its filled with strife

William, her eldest
On a Monday night
Was knocked down and killed
Dragged from, her youngest ones sight

He never survived
We thank the angels he never
His limbs of four
Under the van were severed

How could a mother
Be as selfish as this
Leave her two young boys
For her adult bliss

Two years later
Her youngest nearly gone
Upon a bottle he fell
His artery severed, his life withdrawn

Maybe the angels
Were with him that day
For you now read his words
That his history says

Seven years later
My father departed
Broken hearted, distraught
Since her selfishness started

He joined his eldest
As they shone with the stars
Leaving the youngest behind
To live with the scars

Its what happens to a family
That becomes so frail
As she abandons her kids
The ultimate betrayal



My entry into Olusegun Adelana " Betrayal " contest




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-5.php







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Dad

Dad

We all knew the time would come, and we knew it was near
But we could not accept this and tried to look beyond the fear
The fear of losing you dad, someone so special and loved
But the time came and God took you to heaven above
You were so young dad, it was to soon to say goodbye
And all we can do dad, is just ask why
Why did you have to go dad, why couldn't you stay
Stay in our lives forever dad, to have you here each day
But we were all there dad, by your side until the end
Knowing soon enough all your pains God would mend
We were there dad, as you took your last breath
And faded away from the living and into death
Away from our lives, but never our hearts
For even in death, you will always be a part
For your family you have done so much
We feel we could never thank you enough
Everyone's hearts you have truly touched
And we will all miss you dad, forever, so very much


Details | I do not know? | |

Julius Adams

In the remembrance of
Julius Adams (my father)
February 4, 2004

Have you had a feeling so strong?
That something that day was going to go wrong.
Well, I’ll never forget that gloomy day,
When I got a call that my dad had passed away.

I remember picking up the phone,
And hearing my brother Garron say, “Dad is gone”.
It felt like my heart had jus dropped,
And at that moment my whole world had stopped. 

I didn’t  know if I should cry or scream,
I wanted to believe it was just a dream.
This was a man, who was my best friend,
A man who stuck by  me through thick and thin.

You see it’s something between a father and son,
But in this case, dad and I had a very special bond.
Loosing my dad is a hurt I can’t explain,
I know my life will never be the same.

I’m trying so hard to be brave,
But all my hopes and feelings were buried in his grave.
My happiness and all my love,
Is gone now with my dad above.

Written by
Vertie Adams
December 25, 2004





Details | I do not know? | |

I'll Always be Your Fool

I'll Always be Your Fool

I wish you were just an ex
Your wicked spell has me hexed,
Thinking I could get over you,
Damn I was such a fool

Ill never know how to get over you
I'm always going to be your fool..

I was all good until June,
Then my heart started craving food,
Just doesn't seem quite right,
Something isn't filling my appetite,

Ill never know how to get over you
I'm always going to be your fool..

Hit me like a brick,
My dad, the ultimate dick,
We haven't spoken in years,
You still brings me to tears,

Ill never know how to get over you
I'm always going to be your fool..

You should be here for this,
You cross my mind I get pissed,
Wish I could tuck these feelings,
Its all part of the healing,

Ill never know how to get over you
I'm always going to be your fool..

Whether its a wedding, 
New kid,
Something I've accomplished,
Or wish I did
I'd love to share it with you,
You'll never apologize,
So I'll just have to improvise
Don't think any amount of time will heal,
Gotta get a grip and learn to deal.




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And then

When the world I knew got torn into
Where do I turn but to you
 You was always there
Setting in your favorite chair

My rock my shoulder to lean on
But now I look and you are gone
Christmas is comming the happiest day of the year
How can it be without you here

Then i sleep for theres nothing more to do
And then thats when I dream of you
you tell me it will be okay your still here in your own way
So little girl don't worry today

I will never be the same as i was before
but i know now heaven has a open door
you will always be here for me
Even as your soul was set fee


Details | I do not know? | |

Daddy

DADDY,

As a little girl I would follow you around,
Trying to take bigger steps to keep up because you walked so fast.
No greater dad in my eyes could be found,
The memories of being daddy’s girl will always last.

I love you dad with all my heart,
You have taught me to be strong.
Even when things seemed to be falling apart,
You would tell me to bear with it, it wouldn’t last long.

You were always there for me,
No matter what I might need.
So much love in your eyes I could always see,
Even though the words were few and far between.

I use to get on you for talking so loud.
If I would only have known,
Instead I would have been telling you I was so proud.

If anyone had a care,
You were quick to help fulfill their need.
Loosing you daddy is so hard to bare,
But from all the work and worry you have finally been freed.

I don’t want to let you go,
You were my solid rock of stone.
Oh, how I will miss you so,
With you around dad, I never felt alone.

Daddy now you can finally rest,
And your precious memories will always be with me.
And I promise to always try my best,
To be as strong as you always had to be. 

Love Daddy’s Girl,
Kel


Details | Free verse | |

Who to Turn to?

"Who to turn to?"

Walking on a sidewalk
in downtown New Orleans.
Night is the worse time to be out.
A father coming from work,
a long day at the office, he just wants to be home.
In just a matter of minutes,
a life is taken during a drive-by.

A little boy, and his mother, wait at home.
Waiting for daddy to arrive,
so they can all have dinner.
An hour passes by.. two hours, then three.
Where is he? Did something happen?

As soon as she goes to call the police
a knock is pounding on the door.
"Hi, I'm Officer Williams. I'm afraid I have bad news."
She knew at that moment
that her life was over.
Her love, her best friend,
was gone.
Who will she turn to?
To talk to when she's got a problem,
to lean on when she needs a shoulder.
Who will she turn to?


Details | Rhyme | |

Family Conflict

Soft mallets play the xylophone
In comes the low note g on trombone
Two hard mallets add their sound
There's no dry bones around

Soon the sound of a low bassoon
Bongo drum adds its tune
Wind blowing the harsh melody around
Orchestra pitch now the sound

All this floating to the ground
Soon  the only thing to be heard
Loud bassoon making its words
Quiet, quite still; one lone note
Bass drum----boom


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She's a Runaway

While on patrol Down by the beach A shadow in the water Just out of my reach It's off a young girl About sixteen years old What would have troubled her For her life to fold We report it in And await the coroners van To unscramble this enigma As to why this all began Down at the morgue Through her belongings we look A bracelet we find And her diary book We check on the computer Under the missing persons file This girl so young Still a juvenile We sit and ponder At her watery stray This girl so young She's a runaway We head back to the patrol car For we have sad news to tell How do you tell her parents For inside me it dwells We knock on the door And her mother appears May we please come in As her smile disappears On the beach front tonight A young girl was found In the shallows by the pier I'm so very sorry, she drowned On the way back to the precinct I'm thinking of home Of my own young daughter Pray-fully, she'll never roam A week has passed Since they laid her to rest They said, look after your daughter I sure will mam, I'll do my best http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php


Details | Rhyme | |

They'd Break His Body, Break His Bones

He woke that day
He knelt there at that rock
His Father's wishes
He prayed for it to stop
With folded Hands
He looked up t'ward the sky
With heavy heart
He asked the Father why
Then came the hour
He felt so all alone
But in God's glory
They'd break His body, break His bones
And to the kingdom
He would meet His Father there
No greater love
No man could ever share


Details | Free verse | |

Labor Day

He never made retirement—
palmed sallow watch.

Years bled bloodless,
stooped obliquely
in steel mills.

Mother said
he was tired—
so tired
as he drank
last days in liquid slurs.

The mill closed
after his death—
now both rustle bones,
remember russet dreams
of molten metals
faint as old billboards
whispering what once was
but never was
in rust-washed wind. 


Details | Ballad | |

Every time it really hurts

Why doesn't he love me
Why can't he see
Every time it really hurts
I don't do anything to get it
But I still get hit
Every time it really hurts
If I don't put my toys away
Have to stand on a very hot tray
Every time it really hurts
Stop crying, act like a man
Or I'll get the back of a hand
Every time it really hurts
Didn't shut off the kitchen tap
Now here comes the leather strap
Every time it really hurts
Stayed up until I saw the moon
He's gone to go get the wooden spoon
Every time it really hurts
Hands, feet, butt, face are very sore
Can't take it anymore
Every time it really hurts
No more, that's it, I'm done
Have to go and get his gun.
It doesn't really hurt anymore.


Details | Lyric | |

I Remember the Rose

For most, a rose is romance.
A rose is the passion within -
The forgiving flower.
The tenderness that is, pure love.
But not to me.
A rose to me is sadness,
It’s essence and it’s scent,  
I recall a painful memory -
A lonely reminder of a woman,
I never got to meet.
It’s velvet beauty surrounded her,
So pale and still she lay
My grandma.
I recall my father’s face;
The first time I ever seen him cry.
On his knees by his mother -
At her coffin.
So when I smell a rose’s love,
In retrospect, I think I understand
The beauty and the essence it demands.
For it was the rose that I remember -
and I think about her quiet face,
My Nana, 
the gentle rose
The woman that brought my father
to his knees.


Details | Concrete | |

Stolen

In my mind I see
intertwined in rhapsody
              You & Me
what used to be
Through my eyes
All I see is a bitter reality
          Desire of my heart
          Stolen from me
My anxious soul has no rest
For my heart failed the one ture test.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Little Boy

Wolf! The little boy cried
No one listened and he died
How could we miss
Such a dark abyss?

Sharp teeth
Hidden behind the mask of a sheep
"Daddy why must you hurt me so?
How could they not know?"

Every night while we slept
That little boy wept
"Stop Daddy, why must you hurt me?
Why can't they see?"

He called Wolf, no one would look
Such horrors can only exist in a book
We were oh so wrong
And now he is gone


Details | Free verse | |

Oh, my little boy is dead

Oh, my little son is dead
They killed him in that war
That has nothing to give me

Oh, I love my boy
The only I gave him away
Like a bad father
I cannot believe I let him to go

He's there somewhere in cold
Without I give him a funeral love
Why I have to do that
To let him to go without me

My little son who dead
At that awful night
And alone and tells to the moon to call dad

Oh, God I rebound you
Of my boy's death

I have to run far away
To throw myself over his dirty body
Of my boy's death

Who killed him having no heart?
The only one I have
Where can I find one?
As my little, handsome king's boy

Oh, my little tiger where your body
Has been thrown away?

My son you heard me
Tell me where you are
Your dead body or alive
Help me to find him
Please God.


Details | Free verse | |

The night is cold and loud

The night is cold and loud
        and cannot see.
 
The children are up in bed tonight,
eyes on eyes, immobile
with the dark or tears flicker.
 
Her voice shrill between the twelve tolls.
 
Porcelain, alabaster and pure, dissipates
across the linoleum tiles
where it haunts beneath the fridge.
 
Her cheeks, a blossoming rose.
 
The children are up in bed tonight;
it is cold, too cold, with no body
and their faces hot.
 
Her wound hair, a taut gold,
he said would last eternal.
 
The kettle steady and piercing,
wailing and unremoved,
pours heat into the air.
 
He is calm between the seconds.
 
The children are up in bed tonight,
their noses ripe,
their wails are rich and broken.
 
His feet are dull upon the wood.
 
The porcelain is long in dust;
all sullen draped
like pupil-less and silent eyes.
 
The night is cold and loud
        and cannot see.


Details | ABC | |

WAITING

why did you have to leave
couldnt you stay a little longer
lonelyness in me is a lot more stronger
i know i will see you again 
untill then my heart will mend
so much i miss me and you
with memories that feel brandnew
so untill i meet you there
my heart pain it shall bare
please can you hear what im saying 
come back for me daddy
im still here waiting
8/2/36-1/11/11


Details | Free verse | |

Dad

I love you dad
I miss you dad
I'll always remember you dad
I will see you again, won't I dad?
I'm lost without you dad
I can't believe you're really gone dad
Where are you dad?

Dad?


Details | Elegy | |

Daddy

I look to heavens and cry out in pain
Why couldn't you give us another day
There was so much to say
There was so much to do
There were so many things i wanted to prove
I know you are there to look over me
As i try to be the best for you to see
I miss you I need you I love you X's 3
I remember when you use to bounce me on your knee
I remember your smile
I remember your laugh
I remember your smell right after a bath
I can still hear your heartbeat ring in my ears
For i had heard it so many times over the years
I think of you often and speak of you alot
To pass on to my kids the things you have taught
I know you are happy and i know your pain free
And i know your looking over your lil girl thats me........



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A Kiss- part 2 due to length

....In Jeremiah 29:11
The Lord declares
For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future
Upon these words I meditate in prayer
And With the Lord come to a place
Where thoughts and words are spoken through a slow pace
You see, Our will not his be done
He decides weather or not we get to see the next morning sun
For he knows what’s best
If we should go North South East or West
In a way though, I’m jealous of dad
You know just a tad.
Because I know he is in heaven now
He got to take his last bow
Although sadness fills our hearts
And its tearing so many of us apart
But now he is finally home
He gets to see all of our father sitting upon his throne
And he too again, gets to see his dad
He is glad
He is happy
No more Pain
He no longer has to deal with all the storms and rain
He is joyful and bliss
And I know that from heaven
He is blowing us all down a sweet and sincere kiss


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I wish that it was

Mommy and Daddy are at it again
Daddy's yelling at Mommy 
Calling her a slut then hitting her
I keep wishing and wishing 
For the loud noises to stop
I cry and I pray
Why do they fight
it's scary
I wish it would stop
I try to think of happy thoughts
I want to go to a place
With no yelling or fighting
I keep crying as if the world going to end
Mommy came to my room
Her cheek was red
Her hand had blood on it
Mommy started to cry while she hugged me
Mommy told me what Daddy did to her
Then Mommy told me she killed Daddy
The police came
They took Mommy away from me
I cried and yelled and screamed
Mommy smiled and said it's for the best
I just wish that it was


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Why Mother

Why did you do this to us
Why did you cheat on Father
What did the other family have that we don't 
Do they know you like we do
We love you 
You can still come back to us
We all will forgive you
Even Father would 
If he was alive
He killed himself because the loss of you
Was too unbearable
That's how much he loved you
He loved you more than us
Please Mother
Will you come back to us
Father commited suicide for crying out loud
We're all scared
We're all alone
We need someone
We need a mother
We need you
But
It's your fault he died
Don't you care at all
We're about to go to an orphanage
Our little family is going to split apart because of you
On second thought
You will never be forgiven
You never loved him
You never even cared about us did you
You know what
I hope you have a horrible life
I hope you feel guilt at what you did
We don't need you
Not anymore
Your not apart of my family
Not now
Not ever


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Don't Ever Sell Your Saddle

(continued)

It had been over ten years since Dad passed away—
Stood lookin’ at the stranger, didn’t know what to say.
Dad never told us much ‘bout his life out on the range,
But he did mention his best pard, a man called Bob Strange.

We thanked Bob and asked him to join our Christmas feast,
He said no need for thanks, that this was just the least
He could do to help out the boy of his ol’ pal
And that he had to get back to the North Corral.

I was awful glad to see my Dad’s saddle back,
When a few weeks later I came across ol’ Zack.
Out of the blue I asked if he heard of Bob Strange—
He nodded and said yes, then his smile began to change.
He wondered why I asked ‘bout someone I never met—
I told him ‘bout Dad’s saddle and he began to fret.
“Ya understand,” Zack said, “Bob’s been dead twenty year.”
That’s when I turned grim and my smile did disappear.

“But I just talked to him,” I said, “back on Christmas day!”
“You’re wrong,” Zack said, “but I ‘member what he used to say:
Don’t ever sell your saddle, don’t quit balin’ hay—
When ya give your word, keep it—it’s a real man’s way!” 


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Lessons time risk


Risk risk for anything. The other opinions act you on the earth yourself
To face the truth. I’ve learned to take time for myself and with a great deal and 
love. And I cause inspect like me. I think learn to laugh at yours triodes and never 
you’ll run out of things to laugh at loses one many laughs by not laughing at you 
a place won’t the sun you’re got to put plasters. 
 
   By: Zara Elizabeth lane  


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Faceless Visions

Stepping out of the darkness
From a somewhat forgotten place
Steps what looks like a man
With everything but a face 
He steps out of a doorway 
Of an old rickety shack 
In torn up bloodstained overalls 
And a cowboy hat
He came off the porch 
In full stride 
I heard him whisper something in tongues 
And spit smoke when he walk by
A breeze of unpleasantness 
Came soon there after 
Followed by a strong smell of sulfur  
And intense laughter 
Then as the figure 
Got further away 
I saw him stop and turn around
And murmur my name
In voice I hadn't heard 
In a very long time 
It triggered a memory from my childhood 
Buried deep with in my mind
A one that id forgotten
And didn't know i had
As it came to me whose it was
It made me sad
Tears came to my eyes
And started to fall 
But turned to smoke 
When I started to ball
Then the door of that rickety shack
Flung wide open 
And i could see a bright black glow
Of a fire that was heavily smoking
And 2 glowing chains  
At lighting speed 
Grazed my face 
As it flew by me
They went threw the figure
And snatched him back 
Back into the fire
Of that rickety shack

    I don't know if that was the end of 
that dream or not I'll find out tonight. 
And just since your probably wondering who 
or what that figure is or who I think it is 
from the voice I heard I truly believe it is
my father who committed suicide when I was 10


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Part II-THE GRAVE DIGGER WHO VISITED HEAVEN

Paul had a near-death experience,
one of the most incredible ones...
he visited Heaven: the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway,
he heard many familiar voices he had
known in the previous life...they happily
chanted glorifying God, who was seated 
on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints and Prophets whom he remembered
from his Bible readings. He tried to look at
God's face, but he was blinded by an intense light...
more brilliant than the sun itself, then Jesus
approached with his out-stretched arms.
Paul smiled and was elated to have found salvation,
but Jesus kindly said to him, " Paul, your time
hasn't come yet, return to Earth and tell them! "
And briefly pausing He continued, " When that time
comes, your honorable name will be written
in the Book of Life, and angels will carry your new body
on their swift wings and you will enter Paradise! "
Paul's face was expressive of disappointment 
and bitterness and weeping replied, " The people
of Earth deride a grave digger so groggy and grubby,
and they mock him with their delirious laughs;
I would rather be dead than return to them! "
 " Go and show them your mercy! " Jesus commanded him.
Paul had only minutes before he would be buried,
so he rushed back and surprisingly saw a large crowd
attending his service as Father Michael, the Chapel's priest,
performed the last rites by splashing Holy Water 
in and around the shadowy grave. They heard a knock 
coming from inside of the coffin...Paul's voice became louder,
" I am alive, not dead...let me out! " Everyone was horrified
and shocked, but Father Michael ordered the mortician to open
the casket and let Paul out. Jubilation filled the chilly air,
and streaks of light filtered through the murky clouds...their shouts
were heard as far as the outskirts of town: Paul was alive!" 
I sat with Paul the day after under the shade of a fragrant pine,
and he told me about his visit to Heaven with tremendous joy
and fervent faith. He admitted that he was wrong not to have
shown them his compassion and with the sincerest smile
he proclaimed, " My anger and grudge have vanished;
I have forgiven them...I am so glad to have returned! " 


Entered in the ramblig Poet's contest,
" In Search Of The Human Mind"
Assignment: A Near-Death Experience


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Blue Eyed Devil

What once was two created one He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" White to Black he never came back He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" One lost soul and Two Broken hearts He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" A Mother and Daughter, she's without a Father He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" Her mother tried but always cried He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" The Daughter was Strong, but it Always felt Wrong He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" Her eye's turned Green, so very Keen but She'll Always be his Blue Eyed Devil


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Part I-THE GRAVE DIGGER WHO VISITED HEAVEN

Everybody was horrified of Paul's scruffy looks
with dirt and mud smeared all over his wrinkled face,
and his long nose with dark spots on its tip;
and a grave digger matched that image,
but he was the nicest person on planet earth:
hard-working, estimable, amicable and honest.
After the day's work was done, Paul stared
at the empty lots and whispered to himself,
" Soon I'll be in one of them...I feel it coming! "
One unlucky afternoon he was standing
on the edge of a newly dug-up grave and accidently
slipped and fell into the twenty-feet excavation;
no screams for help were heard...he was dead!
That same afternoon, there was a burial
and as the corpse's coffin was lowered into the grave,
Father Michael spotted a body lying on the bottom of it,
and it resembled that of Paul....suddenly police 
were notified and minutes later a fire truck arrived
to the dreary scene. Then two young firefighters
lowered themselves into the pitch-dark grave by holding
onto sturdy ropes, and without much effort, 
they pulled his bruised and broken body:
he was pronounced dead at two-thirty.
Paul had a near-death experience, one of the most
incredible ones: he visited heaven, the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway, he heard many voices
of those he knew in the previous life...they chanted glorifying God,
who was seated on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints and the Prophets whom he remembered from his Bible readings.


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August Eighth

Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time 
Rasterize the faces 

So thumb through the annals 
Purged and so emerged fleshy etchings of this child
Breast wheels churn uncertainly 

Moistened embers dance to the deafening drum 
Tidal ducts offer piquant waters of the Pacific coffer 
I arrive on the sands 

Chapter Two 
Hole in the Wall 

Deserted in this mind 
Hover in and now behind 
Stare blank up through the ceiling stucco 

Gathering in the stench of ghastly breath of wine 
The New Year clothes itself topside 
Unfashionable walls crush youthful spirit I drink alone, until morning 

Demons of mine in lethargy 
Gnawed and sluggish slivers bond my illness
Horizons of hues of shapes the girl knowing 

Waking sweat cools slyly treats itself to my tongue 
Warmth of girl takes my breath save the end of I prepare 
God, are you there? 

Chapter Three
Erosion 

All in the deflection 
Though his reflection isn't mine 
Blood in kind of brotherly loving spiteful me 
We close our doors of aid restraining love I have

For angry boys reject the angry drudge 
Slave to a toilsome loving grudge 
It is raining erosion 

Blinding contortion 
Why in my hands I can't see you yet 
My rock there I can’t see her stand 

These matters wash away too comfortably 
I the destined rock 
To erode on as grain of sand 

Chapter Four 
Facing the Crow 

Give to the death 
Long confronting his road 
Gurge open those words she once clung on 

Hung from the rope he dove to the end 
I die decay per diem death 
Metaling her heart on his mindless last breath 

I survive only by his hand... 

T.R.Sevrens


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December Resembles Death

Breathlessly
Aimlessly
Startled in fact
Still frightened by the sudden impact
Recent studies have shown there was no way he could've survived
On that cold December day 
She watched her Daddy die


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Can't Let Go

You left us so quick,
With no time to say good-bye.
We didn’t even know you were sick,
It just feels like it must be one big lie.

So much I wanted to say,
All the things we had planned to do.
At night all I can do is ask God while I pray,
To not let it be true.

You was always tough as a nail,
Nothing could ever get you down.
You was never weak and frail, 
And very seldom would wear a frown.

From a little girl to a woman,
I have never stopped needing my dad.
So many times I could have ran,
But you told me to stand tall, even when things got bad.

Sometimes my heart feels like it is going to break,
I just want to scream and cry.
I keep wondering how much more this mind of mine can take,
Before this body of mine must lay down and die.

The tears don’t easily flow,
I keep thinking that everyone is wrong.
They just don’t understand and know,
That you will come back home before long. 

Dad, I need you so,
I just can’t let you go!


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Decapitated father

When I went in the attic of my house, I found a decapitated head.
It was a terrifying fright and it was terrible that this man was dead.
I found that man's head just one day after I bought my estate.
It was bad enough to murder but it was monstrous to decapitate.

When that poor man's son saw his father's head, it crushed his spirit.
I tried to comfort him with words but he was in too much pain to hear it.
The rest of that man's body hasn't been found.
His family is miserable because he's no longer around.

It broke my heart to see his family in such distress.
They're lost without him, their lives are a mess.
I'll never forget the looks on the faces of his wife and son.
When the murderer is found, I hope he gets the death penalty for what he has done.

(This is a fictional poem.)


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At The Very Least, The Snow Came Down

At the very least the snow came down
Two feet in front is all I could see
A blanket of white has covered the ground
As the trees stand layered in icicle dress
I started to roll a ball of snow
Quite big, I was impressed!
~
   The second ball left me feeling queasy
Lifting it onto the first
Then rolling the last, now that was easy
When I placed it on the second snow ball
And as I looked around
The snow continued to fall.
~
   The snowman looked a little silly
Yet still was like your dream
I made the eyes out of two lilies
The smile from ruby gems
A marshmallow made the pipe
With a Dogwood wood twig for a stem.
~
   It was so heartfelt that day it snowed
Yet fit your description of your dream
You and I under the whispering clouds that glowed
Building a snowman together by the stone
Rattling off with giggles
While singing home sweet home.
~
   Such beautiful love I felt, playing in the snow
The snow angel? Well that made me cry
As I knew it was time to go
I brought a dozen roses that day
Placed them in the arms of the snowman
Who is now, watching over your grave.
~
~
     By:Darren J McMurray
        March 3, 2009


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this baby

this baby that is born on christmas day
why is he here
why did he live
this baby was born to take our sins
yet we feast and party christmas
we don't bless this child 
we don't care that he is born
we don't care that he died on the cross
we don't understand what he was for
this baby born on christmas day


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One Final Show

Stage lights dim
The actor takes a bow
He acknowledges the audiance
But the show's over now

Thanks to the chuckles
And the hearty guffaws
Know one knew
He had a fatal flaw

As the patrons exit
He retreats to his room
Sits before his mirror
In his aloof tomb

One blue, one yellow, 
One pink, one white
He took them all even though 
He knew it wasn't right

Chased it with a sip
Of something strong
Whiskey or bourbon even though 
He knew it was wrong

The laughing spectators 
Did not know
They had just witnessed
His final show

A life given up
When given the chance to rise
Last breaths taken
As he dies


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DARKNESS

My
dad
passed 
away on
February
15, 2006.  
The funeral
was on February
21, 2006.  My brother
had to move out of the
house.  He lived with my
dad.  He had to be out of 
the house by June 10, 2006.
We went to see him and my
mom eight days later.  My brother
decided NOT to give me his new phone
number or address.  My mom is in the hospital
for the rest of her life.  She is unable to stand on
her two feet.  We visited her and she was somewhat
distant.  I left California so DISAPPOINTED and sad!
I'm grieving the loss of my dad.  I feel like my brother
DISOWNS me and doesn't care about my husband and
our three children.  My heart is broken and I feel like I'm in
a very DARK CORNER.


©  Kathy Mary Gillet
©  July 25, 2006  All Rights Reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

this is the last of it I promise. Thank you for reading

God can’t fix something if we don’t give it all to Him.  I won’t say that I understand 
your situation because each situation is different, but I do understand what it is to 
lose someone you love so dear so quickly and unexpectedly, in such a way that it 
rips your heart to pieces.  I have come to a place though, where I understand that 
God will put your heart back together.  Whatever your situation I pray that you 
know there is hope and you do have a future.   


Sorry this was so long.  Your feed back is greatly appreciated ...


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No Color or Relgion, Ever Stopped a Bullet from a Gun

I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
 
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
 
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
 
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
 
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
 
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
 
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
 
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
 
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
 
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun



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


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Dear Dad

Just to let you know when you died,
I fell to my knees and cried.
I cried so much it isn't funny
All my tears won't stop running
When I think of all the good times we had
It really does make me sad
When I look at you in your hospital bed
I always bent down and said
"Daddy I love you!"
You always told me you loved me too
When  look at you
It really does make me cry
I wish I didn't have to say good bye
Dad just to let you know when you died
I fell to my knees and cried


Details | I do not know? | |

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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inertia

There were so many things.
All off them unsaid.
The room between us,
bare unforgiving,
the silence unbearable,
his rhymic breathing
a broken clock,
counting down the waiting
deep into the emptiness
of my prayers raging
through choices not made.
Me sitting by his bed
until he was dead.
There were so many things,
that remained unsaid.


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eulogy to a friend

stop the bells 
silence the choir 
forget flying the flags at half-mast 
lay down the guns 
lest they prove 
to few to salute you 
as for the flowers 
there aren't enough hours 
that could buy enough of them for you 
i stand in your wake 
behind the parade 
that leaves us quiet today 
and wait for the sun 
to no longer belong 
i don't care for it now anyway


Details | Elegy | |

Goodbye Daddy

The hours spent waiting
are over, the hardest
part still yet to come.
Calls are made,
tears flow freely as they
come to take him away.
Your knees go weak,
you feel arms catch you
as you hear your baby sister's
voice saying the words
you can't bring yourself
to say:
Goodbye Daddy.


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Generations of Valor


          They stand together
          Soldiers young and old
          As we sit down beside them
          Their stories unfold

Tell me son
What happened to you
Please take your time
I wish to hear you through

    I was out on patrol
    Looking for improvised devices
    Their made of plastic now
    For modern sacrifices

    But this one was different
    It was set on remote
    Triggered at distance
    As the enemy gloat

    Catapulted, bleeding
    As i land on the sand
    My face lacerated
    As are my hands

    My left hand has gone
    As are my eyes
    My emotions are drained
    I can no longer cry

    I am flown home
    To Edwards Air Base
    Not the way i left
    A new tomorrow i face

My brave young son
I shall cry for you
Yes tomorrow is new
But we will see it through

    As he wipes his tears
    His son says to his father
    Tell me your story again
    So my thoughts again gather

Well it was so long ago
And although i am old
The horrors of wars
Should always be told

It was the 6th of June
1944
The day the war had turned
And what we fought for

I was one of thousands
As we hit the beaches
Under heavy fire
Bodies bleeding, bodies bleached

After being pinned down for hours
We finally made a breakthrough
Their lines broken
Our determination pursued

Our objective, Bayeux
To cut off the road to Caen
Re-assemble and group
As we mean to go on

We were on the outskirts
As a 109E attacked
My platoon was strafed
As its bullets impact

I was hit three times
In my legs and chest
Shipped back home
Asking why i was blessed

After the war
In the Army i stayed
As an injury councillor
For other wars have been played

          Father and son stood together
          Hugged for tomorrow
          Yes, there will be more wars
          And what they bring is sorrow




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


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I Did Not Cry

You said things were different now
That we need to be allies
But we have only grown apart
And it's your fault

Family is supposed to be forever
But what has happened is he died
And now you've changed
And it's not for the better

Who am I supposed to look up to
What am I supposed to do
How can I tell right from wrong
When everything around me is falling apart

It took me years to find my inner peace
And because of you
I want to do the bad thing again
You've changed and it's changed me

I can't keep living a lie
Putting on a smile for everyone
At night it takes all my strength
To block out the memory

11:34AM
Strangers running up the stairs, dressed like policemen
"He's in there!" you point to the bedroom eyes wild
.....what's going on?
"I think he's dead" hysterical

I did not cry
I spoke with the police, told them his name
Told them he had a headache the night before
But otherwise everything was fine

You were hysterical, but you were my mother
I needed you then as I need you now
Instead you cried on the couch and I took care
of what you simply could not

I did not cry
I had to be strong

They covered him with a blanket, he was lying on the floor
His blood was on the pillow
I reached under and stroked his hair, his forehead
I said goodbye. I choked back tears, his face was cold

We used to be so close
Why is it that now when we need each other most
All we can seem to do is butt heads
I love you, and I want to feel loved too

I don't have anyone but you
You're supposed to be there forever
But then again
So was he


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What Shall He Be Called, the Bastard Who Innocently Lies Wit



Not every woman’s dream 
 	of procreation 

can be fulfilled;

not every woman dreams
	of procreation, 

her body thrilled.

But loved and lovers’ inclinations – 
	recreation
not 	re-creation – 
cannot, will not be stilled.

until

one day

intervention
bypassed her – 

she –  unplanned –  filled
her womb with him – 

left herself swelled, ahh – 
	SWOLLEN
swooned with him
inside her womb within

where unnamed seed
became
a named existence: But what?
	CHARLES WALLACE
	for example
from L’Engle’s Wrinkle?
	DAVID for a King
or Copper field?
	JOHN for having been begotten
DON, but not forgotten?
	BILL, for Will that Shakespeare geek?
or anything from A      to        ZEKE?

AHHH, “But what’s in a name,”
said Juliet to her Romeo, 
as they wooed before they wed, 
then lived too fast, a mortal blow
by Fate, so Willy said.

But HE and SHE should have a say,
together name the child
meaningful – not wild –
a name for life
from birth through final day.

SHE lay alone by night
		and more alone by day
			since “Daddy” went away;
		she wouldn’t play
his childish show of might

as in: Stay?  I might!
Pregnant?
Good Night!

He left with stormy words
and even louder silence
whose echoes shake the very walls
within where 
whatever-his-name-will-be
is growing
no one knowing
what to call him yet.
No names are set.

Twelve weeks are gone
		somewhere
and Baby what’s-his-name
still asking (in his silent way)
“What’s my name, Mommy?
Don’t you have a clue?
  I need a name, my Mommy, dear.
It’s up to me and you 
since Daddy’s gone, I hear,”

	She  heard his voice 
through pumping 
of his little heart
with hers
offering his private choice
a conversation of love
two ways instead of three,
the father gone 
and he inside, said she.

The trochee beat, TRO chee, TRO chee
kept repeating
kept repeating
kept repeating
till the trochee names appeared
by all the saints with Michael in the lead,
her father smiling, his name upon her seed.

Today she lies contemplative
no heartbeat more than hers – inside – 
no breath than hers to breathe the same – 
not since the night the child died
before the coming of the morn – 
the dawn of day he should be born – 
and none on whom to cast the blame.

A quiet muse just pens the words
the rhythm of the tone that girds
the spirit of sweet Michael’s name.
In life or death he is the same:
before he lived, his life was done
though lives he still, her darling son,
for evermore in memory
in poetry eternally.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Ain't It Ashame?

You decided to drink and drive,
You're to blame,
Ain't it ashame?
A family is at a lost 
And to what cost? 
What now to do 
It's up to you.

I feel like I am at particial blame 
Ain't it ashame?
Now your in a jail cell
And it's impossible to get bail
Maybe you learned your lesson
And drinking isn't a messon

I don't want you to be in there
I can only imagine the scare.
Maybe you won't drink
And come home and pass-out at the sink.
We need a dad who cares
I guess were to blame 
Ain't it ashame?


Details | Lyric | |

The Day The Angels Came

I see her image sitting over there, all alone
Streaming tears running down her cheeks, on her face
Her soft little whimpering voice, a babies tone
I remember when she said c'mon daddy, let's have a race
It was her first time that she played, in the yard outside
I still recall her great big smile, on her tiny face
And the tears that ran down her cheek, when she cried
Because she tore her brand new dress, with the pink lace

She always was my little Angel, my only child
But I still cry when I remember, how mommy died giving birth
But those pains somehow went away, when my baby smiled
Oh how it was so cute that day, she caught a fish
It was only three inches long, but to her it was just something sticky
And how she loved taking flowers, to her Mommy's grave
She always made me smile and laugh, when she said daddy
Mommy's stone needs some paint, that it's old and gray

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky
And how the day was dark, when we buried her
Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face
In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

My heart did break that dreadful day, by a truck
As she ran out to get her ball, into the street
And when I picked her up she hugged my neck, where she was struck
I held her so tight to me, rapped in a sheet
She said daddy it'll be o.k., as I wiped blood from her feet
She said mommy says we'll be waiting, with God in heaven
I'll never forget how my heart was broke, there in the street
That day I lost my pride and joy, to some drunken men

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky
And how the day was dark, when we buried her
Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face
In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

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This Is a sad song, Not a true story


Details | I do not know? | |

heart demolition

i felt my life come tumbling down.
like a bride without a wedding gown.
just like the day you left me.
clowns come out to play.

i felt the walls of my mind drop down slowly.
features on my face turning to a frown.
just like the day,my son hurt himself.
clowns come out to play.

i felt the cement crumbling down.
my life turned upside down and around.
just like the day,rachel lost her innocence.
clowns come out to play.

i felt the mortar sprinkle down.
my emotions drop to the ground.
just like the day,penny went her way.
clowns come out to play.

i felt the foundations banging down.
my heart lay wounded on the ground.
just like the day, my father died.
clowns come out to play.

i felt the site rebuilt being settled down.
to create a building up again.
just like the day you all said you love me.
will clowns come out to play.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rwanda Wrongs

In 1957, there existed a plan
To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan
Power they had, too much for one side
The foundation for, future Genocide
 
1960, the monarchy was gone
Will both sides sing the same song
Sadly not as the persecutions start
Ripping this African country apart
 
1973, under a new regime
Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain
Progress and reconciliation proposed to be
For this country to unite, finally
 
1994, Habyarimana gunned down
His assassination, country drowns
This killing of him, the carnage starts
Population half, ripped apart
 
The killings horrific, no one spared
Machete slain, heads caved
Hacking, be-headings as families fall
As CNN tune in, the world appalled
 
The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes
Men, women and children you can't describe
Women raped, and the unborn slain
This horrific act of human pain
 
Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead
By another clan, they thought were friends
Indescribable to the world as our televisions show
The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow
 
Where does it all end, can we try the same songs
How many more of these Rwanda wrongs
It appears to be a human trait
To kill each other for the sake of it


Details | I do not know? | |

Confusion Death

I'll go about my day languidly. for is there really anything to live for?
  I'll go about my day, because I am forced to. Why me? Everyday is a mistake 
waiting to happen.  I hide from the day, because that is when he comes home.

I am worthless, not worth the money. If it were up to him, I'd be gone.
 I am hopeless, I am faithless,  oh why can't this all just go away.

He came home at 4, by then I'll already be hiding under my bed.
Footsteps approaching, I pass out from fear.
I wake up to screaming, only to find my mother on the floor, drowning in a pool of 
my father's long lost love.

Is it my turn, my turn to fly.  Will it be a bat, or a belt this time? Why live on in fear, 
let's just take it away. Life is so short, so why would I want to end it?
My answer is to escape the fear, to escape life, to escape the one man whom I've 
always had respect for, my father.

Father can't you see? You're hurting me, do you get your joy from my pain!?  With 
this, I say my goodbye to you.  My own life, taken down by the one person whom 
I've never trusted, myself.....


Details | Rhyme | |

A Roman's Road

Father was a Centurion, proud to be,
I would be just like him, wait and see.
Growing up, we lived near Galilee,
Tutors and servants all took care of me.

Now Tomas was a servant father had freed,
He stayed to teach me how to write and read.
Once he became so sick the doctors said,
He'll die very soon, keep him in bed.

Then father heard about some Nazarene,
Doing things that none had ever seen.
Father became convinced this man was real,
He went and asked if Tomas He would heal.

This Jesus said, 'Lead me to his bed',
But father said, 'Just say the word instead'. 
So Jesus said, 'He's healed, go your way',
And sure enough he was, that very day!

Soon, it was my honor to join the 'Legion',
Not long 'till I oversaw the whole region.
One day there arose a great commotion,
From people once filled with great devotion.

And I had seen too many mobs like this
They wanted someone's blood, not justice.
But He would not respond to questions asked,
Things got out of hand, so very fast.

We beat and cursed Him, ridiculed His Name,
We made Him stand before that crowd in shame.
Pilate said, "He's guiltless, take Him away."
But they would have no less than death this day.







Pilate washed his hands when he heard them cry,
"Barrabas set free;  Jesus, Crucify!"
He drug that cross and stumbled up the street,Until He fell and couldn't regain His feet.

The other two were tied with leather bands,
Him, we nailed down both feet and hands.
As one made fun, the other spoke tenderly,
'Lord, when You get Home, remember me'.

I was close and I could hear Him say:
'You'll be with me in Paradise today.'
Then, at the end, I heard Him pray:
'Father, my Spirit's Yours, while I'm away.'

Suddenly, the sky turned black as night,
Thunder boomed, and lightning struck with might!
Finally, their lust for death was fed.
One last stab, but He was already dead.

He'd hung up there in agony and shame.
'King of the Jews'  written above His Name.
But I knew then and I just had to say,
"That was God's own Son we killed today!"

How could I ask Him now to forgive?
After I drove the nails into Him.
I shoved the spear into His side,
I'm the one who made sure that He died.

Three days later I was at His tomb,
Aware within my heart of my own doom.
Through the night, guarding death's dark door,
Then I awoke to find it sealed no more.

The Jewish rulers paid a handsome price,
For us to spread about their viscious lies.
But I knew then, and I just had to say,
That was God's own Son, but He lives today!


Details | Ballad | |

The Little Wave

Once the North wind made love with the sea


and a tiny little wave soon came to be


Father Wind would guide him as he grew

His Mother was the sea he traveled through

and as they brought him closer to the shore

each day he would grow a little more

and safe within the arms of Mother Sea

He imagined just how big he'd grow to be

The handsome foam that formed upon his crest

was among his mothers gifts that he loved best

and the harder that his Father Wind would blow

the larger and the stronger he would grow

One day a fearsome sound came to his ear

an awful sound that filled his heart with fear

he feared something he couldn't understand

when he saw the other waves crash on the sand


He wept as he drew closer to the shore

for it seemed to him he soon would be no more

He cried and cried, "Alas! Oh woe is me."

with mortal fear of what was soon to be


When his Father and his Mother heard him cry

they told their weeping wave,, "You will not die."

"There is a gift you must deliver to the sand

then simply return to our love where you began


You'll sleep a while with Mother Sea, and then

Father Wind will guide you once again


Details | Elegy | |