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Turn the Pages Gramma

She used to wake me up in the middle of the night
"come out here and talk to me" ... I'd sigh and say "alright"
I'd sit beside her, on the couch, my legs tucked under me
she'd light her cigarette and then she'd start in with a story.

She'd tell me of her childhood, all the stories of her past
I'd listen, so enraptured, she tried to make them last
sometimes just an hour, sometimes till the sun came up
but I never tired of listening, I could never get enough.

Turn the pages Gramma, in your book of hopes and dreams
Take me with you Gramma, on your trip of memories
Turn the pages Gramma, I feel so close to you now
Turn the pages Gramma, take me back with you somehow.

Then came the day my sister called, said Gramma passed away
I held the phone up to my ear I didn't know what to say
I didn't want to believe her, I didn't want it to be true
I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't say I love you.

But for a chance to say those things, Gramma came to me that night
One last time she woke me up, hair black and gown so white
She stood there in my doorway and waved a last goodbye
Though I knew she was alright I couldn't help but cry

I knew I would always love her and I'd miss having her around
and I knew I'd miss her stories, I wish I'd have written them down
No more will I hear her laughter, no more will I see her tears
I'm glad she gave me my own stories to pass down through the years.


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Snow Angels

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

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

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

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


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Grandfather

My Grandfather High-backed chair facing the corner, Window over books so cherished Loved. Like the greatest of scholars, but still humble He was a trove of stories Air of silence on a place once full Of stories from a time past, A time of honor and courage and duty Of country and spirit; fighting an enemy Made from indescribable evil. Tales of valor, sand, and bullets Lions and machine guns, young men in battle Fighting for their lives. Knowing the enemy was like a jackal Cruel and twisted, an army of evil He witnessed it all First hand, in the heat of the day And cold of night. Tales passed on, spoken In a way that conveyed such knowledge That one was to sit in amazement, and hear it Firsthand from the chair facing the corner. Like a throne of deep thought. The day he left this world, I wept. Seeing him not but a day before, It was harder than I could have imagined. The pain is real, but so were the memories And so the legacy of the veteran lives on. The chair sat vacant, but I felt him there. The books on the shelf, the other treasures Left behind held him here on earth While the memories anchored him in our hearts. The man in the chair shall never be forgotten And the stories shall pass far into the generations.


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My First Grief

In my cradle,
My tiny body was cradled
In my mothers arms.
My gem among gems,
I remember when I cried
You comforted me with 
your soothing words.
Your re-assuring hands
Secured me till Death's 
Cold hands snatched you 
From me,a sucker I was
That needed you most.
Adieu! Sweet mum till 
We cross paths again!







Written by:
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu


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Pepe

  Reminisce of Southern streets honey suckle vines,  Magnolia air 

     strolling my Pepe down old streets , flowers wild growing everywhere ~

    

     What was in that carriage as I walked proudly down a sidewalk ?

     My poodle Pepe,  a blue bonnet tied,  Pepe sat up faithfully,  bonnet on his head .

     spectators driving by with smiles , the girl with a baby poodle was the talk ~



     On a old plantation porch calling Pepe  ?  Pepe come home ? I patiently await .

     Where was my furry lamb with silk black curls ? My puppy needed his walk . 

     Told by my parents after several cries many weeks straight ~



             ~  For they knew of my Poodles Fate ~



     "Come inside , Pepe will come back ."  He would not come home , Winter cold.

      Parents hearing tireless cries , the truth was reveled , In a shed Pepe died.

      My Mother told me what no Parent wants to share with a child of five years old ~

     

     My Poodle had been in a shed with my brother and Dad , curiosity he always had.

     A ladder had fallen on him , taking him away . Calling for Pepe the same day ...

     We buried my Pepe , wrapped in blanket with his bonnet, in the back yard.



   ~ A cross made of branches , brick inscribed " here lies Pepe " bouquet by side. ~

       I can not explain this love that left my heart broken , tireless nights I cried.

     

        




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Quiet

I wish they taught more about
Heartbreak in English class;
That I would see your face
In stormclouds, when
Bronze from the sunset scribbles
Our names in the sky.
It is happening every day.

I am no prize
In my Rossington-Collins band teeshirt
And deliberately torn jeans,
Sitting on the end of the street-
The place where horizon brush strokes
Abruptly end.



"Quiet"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


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Stephanie

I remember you fading in a playground frenzy,
Like the love and hate
Scribbled in the washroom stalls.
You wore a purple velvet hat
In September's warm glow,
And the same jacket as me;
Black with coloured flowers,
A zipper that always seemed to stick.

Young eyes squinting in the orange light of the sun;
You became one with the fresh air
While we only breathed it. 
Your smile was wise and knowing.
You began to dance with one foot in heaven.

I remember a train of us running,
Our wild laughter the whistle.
I reached for your doll-like hand,
But this world had tired you too much to keep up.

Your mother's door remained boarded up
The day you were gone.
In my innocence I could not fathom
The empty running shoes in the hall,
The scent of the crayons 
Once warmed by your hands.

But the longer I've roamed this place of uncertainty,
The better the pieces fit.
You may have been the catalyst 
For my fear of death,
But you may too be 
A disarming sting
In my empathetic heart.


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Orphan Child

He’s living in a game
Of heart’s hide-and-seek
No he got no shelters
And yes he is very weak.

He’s living in a world
Where laughter is a fantasy
Where tears can never be hidden
Oh loneliness he felt.

Oh mother, oh father!
His heart is in need
Oh mother, oh father!
Why did you leave?

He was never in a sight
Of any mankind eyes
The ones who’s in rich
Never knew he exists.

He’d been seeking for his heart
For a love that he missed
He’d been searching for his soul
For a life he had wished

People cast their eyes on him in disgust
Oh friendship he’d got none
Their laughter shakes upon him
While his tears starts to fall.

He wanted to be where his parents are.
He wanted to know what life means
Happiness, his friend, would never come
Oh his patient disappears.

The day had sadly ended
Another day will start
But when his life had ended
Will another one start?

Oh poor little orphan
You’re the darkness in the light
Never had you got in sight
Of any mankind eyes.


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Bloodless On Mother's Day

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




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


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My Great-Grandmother, Great Mother

My great-grandmother is sitting
outside in the winter sun,
with a double-felted deel, 
snow white hair, 
and a hat,
just taking it in.

I play at her feet, and I
make a racket, 
running fast about,
I raise dust in front of Great Mother,
whom even the birds ignore.

The quiet fire in her gentle soul
was once very fierce they say
but all I see when I look at her, 
is the calm warmth in her eyes,
while I play at her feet
with the clouds, rocks
the desert spirits, and the sky.

She moves with effort, no complaints,
she takes upon all the worldly cares
feeds, clothes, and shelters me, 
fetching and tending,
to food, water, and fire--

Ah, fire, they say, she broke hearts
of men who rode over mountains
who crossed icy rivers; 
and they say, she knew,
Knew, and her hair grew more gray,
when five of her seven children--
the exact moments they each died.

As I play with the clouds,
the rocks, the desert spirits, and the sky,
I know my Great Mother--
she lives in them all now,
somehow in that cold winter sun, she's still
sitting there with a double-felted deel, and a hat.
As I play at her feet, running fast about
sometimes I glimpse her snow white hair, and,
she takes upon herself 
all of my worldly cares.


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grammar school theatrics

speak up my dear
the class can't hear you 
when you mumble
e-n-u-n-c-i-a-t-e
stand up straight
pull that hair back 
from your face
no wonder no one wants 
to play with you
at recess all you ever do
is sit outside the classroom door
nose in a book
"look, look! it's bug-eyes"
she hears somebody say
"she's such a booger-nosed,
knobby-kneed, goober-dweeb"
she waits . . .
until their voices fade
to wipe her tears 
away


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Bittersweet

So on this day 6 years ago a child was born,
my precious daughter, who deep inside still mourns.

Although she is young she will always be sad,
knowing the one that is not home is her dad.

There's said to always be a special connection between daughter and father,
but this has been taken away by a mother and when it comes to our marriage, won't even bother.

Will she feel blame in the years to come?
That her mother and fathers marriage has come undone.

I can only hope that she dose not harbor anger at her parents,
mom and dad apart adds to the torment.

For my part I never wanted it to be this way for her,
I'm nothing more that a memory to mother and daughter.

So on this day I remember seeing my child's first breath of air,
now all I can see is a girl that mom and dad must share.

On this day life is bittersweet, cause I am no longer part of home,
another day of celebration with me left all alone.


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An Elegy for Safety: For the Victims of Virginia Tech

I remember the wooden floors of Catholic school;
And the grin reflected in glossy planks; 
And how I learned of God, love, peace, white, pure,
But never knew anything else,
A warm embrace of family in the house of God,
His warmth raining on me in the Spring of my youth.
And the friends I had, who were wet with me,
And in the name of childhood 
We danced and sang.

But it was a child who shot down
His school, covering steel bullets in blood;
More powerfully covering childhood in the truth:
There is no safe place.

The planks hold doubter’s eyes, now,
The reality that death is for all of us,
That each person holds the end 
Of strangers’ worlds in his hands.

If I could take the Hokies,
And all the murdered youth of this greatest nation, 
And heal them, I would.  
But I did not invent the safe feeling
Only remaining…hopefully somewhere.


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Little Boy

Oh please little boy, please don't cry
Mommy went away
Daddy's here to stay
Please little boy, I love you so
Mommy's coming back
She didn't go!
Oh please little boy don't go away
Mommy will cry
While we go play
Please little boy won't you stay?
Gone forever
Still this day


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Ricky

His name is Ricky
He's gone for good
He was so beautiful
No one understood!
She went to work
And when she came back
He was laying there lifeless
He had suffered a smack
She cried and cried
Her little Ricky was gone
She could not help him
The damage was done!


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Seeds that don't Grow

a dory caught off guard in the billow of a wild frontier,
 the south paw always an adverse of nature, 
tranquil can be the fire, 
but the the sparrow will mature, 
a dormant trammel becomes earsplitting when broken, 
now freedom promised as a perpetual token,
 in the splendor of the petal the truth does not appear,
 cripple the word and clarity becomes obscure,
 deception weaved from inner fear, 
not even gone and the cinerarium is in the picture,
 oh! look at the view,  raw are their souls preaching such an unholy scripture


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The simple pleasures

If Rocky (aka a black lab )were your teacher, you would learn stuff like this :

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout.... run right back 
and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.   
RIP Rocky


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Bully

Another school 
Another year
Another chance
To face one's fear
Another day
Another sorrow
Another lesson
That must follow
One more minute
Until the hour
In which the bully
Will make you cower
One more second
In this life
Is all it takes 
To grab a knife

Now if only
You could turn back time
Make life into a movie
And hit rewind
If you could do this
And only then
Could you hit play
And start again
But this isn't a movie
This is real
And so my blade
You begin to feel
Slowly
And steadily
Sinking in
And now your blood
Runs out of your skin


(Inspired by the movie: Bowling for Columbine)


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Taken

The light turns yellow and the mother hauls on the brakes,
the truck behind her tried but it was already too late
the little girl is knocked unconscious the ambulance soon arrives
the mother has minor bruises but the child is listed in critical
and the bedside vigil begins

Alejandra, my baby, please get better for I need you with me
her angels are hovering over waiting on the word that is yet to be
tears seep through the mother's eyes whispering
Alejandra, darling, how could this be
one moment we're together and now I pray I'll have another chance
to say how much I love you

Twenty-four hours went by when Alejandra passed in the night
she looked just like an angle so sweet in the light
How will I ever live with this pain inside of me?
When all I want to do is go and be with my baby

Alejandra, my gift was taken all too soon
and now my baby's in Heaven so brief and all too soon


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She's Gone

I'm shedding tears just thinking
Of all the beers she is drinking
There goes one, two, three, now four
She stumbles to the car and opens the door 
Im screaming as I watch her go
I hate it when she drinks but I'd never let it show
That night I went to bed not thinking
I'd be waking up to hear she's dead.