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 .
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
(a place no one has ever been)
We live out in da country
Miles away from anyone else
Papa and six boys, well, we're young men now....just sayin
Momma died at childbirth when baby brother was born
Love it here, cept at night, sleepin through “the howlin”
Big old wood frame house, island by grassland; den da forest
We keep a farm of pigs, goats, even cows; what da heck for ?
Every night Papa slayed an animal; laid it at da edge of da woods
Never new why until he called us six boys together one creepy night:
“Boy’s, listen to me, listen good….your Papa’s dying,
It won’t be long
The last 20 years, your Momma and I set out here a sacrifice
I don’t know what in God’s name is out there
This thing ain't human
Notice how it’s quiet for a while so you can get to sleep
It’s feeding time
Damn right, it’s eating the sacrifice
Long as we put them dead animals out
When I’m gone, it’s up to you six
Be my Nightwatch, ya hear me boys !
You all are men now
I love each one of you very much”
Father finished da story, den...
Said no one ever been in dem neck of doze woods
He bought property twenty (20) some years ago;
Prior owner told him da whole story
In a way I look at dis big monster as our protector
I've heard screamin at night, den da 'howlin'
O man, den dis loud munchin, chompin, chewin masdacated cry
Den more 'howlin'
Call da police ya say? No way. We safe...
So long we feed him, or it
At night: WHOAAA am scared to death
Papa's been gone a few years now
It’s up to us six to offer up da sacrifice
We older now and don’t all nestle up in one bed
Howlins still be, but we sleep at night best we can
Hated killin doze animals, deys didn’t do nuttin wrong
Dares no other way; we twied once and almost got ourselves scavaged alive
Am not goin out dare, never, not to
A place where no one has ever been
Copyright © Thomas Carney | Year Posted 2014
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust?
As our courts remove God from this great nation.
We are left with a confused and lost generation!
As God is taken away from our public schools.
A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.”
The Bible is often mocked and discarded.
It was on it’s principles this country was started!
Just about anything of God seems to get scorned.
So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms.
As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out.
We tend to forget what HE is all about!
Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused.
No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused!
As people forget God and worship the fallen creature.
They look to themselves and “glorify” their features.
Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions.
And with this, come disease,
heartache and afflictions!
As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.”
It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking!
If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer!
He loves all of us! And he really does care!
Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in?
Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend?
He brings strength and nourishment to the soul!
It’s only in him that we can be made whole!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
has plagued my home.
I was treated
Like a toothless comb.
Brother has told me
I am not a man,
But I walked away
Before anything began.
He laughed and laughed
While I hung my head,
So I turned around
To fight him instead.
I took a shot
At his evil smile.
He moved. I missed
By near a mile.
As he threw me down
& stomped my face
Into the ground.
A funny feeling
Grew in my heart,
Like fungus in darkness.
I fell apart.
Has gone berserk.
This funny feeling
Forced a smirk.
I found joy
In hitting him back.
I began to laugh
With each attack.
Then I took him
By his throat,
Putting an end
To how he'd gloat.
I took his knife
& swung it near.
I made the blade
Was never so fun.
He shouldn't breathe.
He couldn't run.
My kind kin,
Freedom is near.
Only my sin
May murder your drear.
Copyright © Rob Washick | Year Posted 2014
A New Brother
I do not hate you! I do not know you to hate you.
I may hate that which you represent, which has brought us to this present
But the truth is: I do not know you.
In another world, another time, even in another life
…. and we be re-presented,
You could be my brother, my neighbour, even a stranger
….. now befriended.
Another time, another world.; Another reason another war,
You and me, side by side, fighting…the foe, …..killing.
Another brother, another friend; Another neighbour, another dead!
War is not my desire, my brother-in-arm
But to live, we may have to kill - not just harm.
…..It is just like eating!
War: The unsavoury beast … Victory: The savoury feast.
As you cannot have war without eating.
So you cannot have war without killing.
……It is just like eating!
Yes, War creates evil,
my brother ….
but is it not evil that first creates war?
Somewhere in the midst of an ugly war lies a precious peace.
It is worth the bother, dear brother.
What good is glory without the ‘hell’
Is war not the same as ‘glory’ …without the ‘L’?
Vita incerta, mors certissima! ….Damnatio ad bestias! (i)
Fight by my side for that which is just, and let the foe know
…there’s a ‘double-you’ in ‘we’.
Join with me, in this thing we call the ‘Unsavoury Beast’
Whether you’re neighbour, brother or friend, remember
….without a ‘u’, there’s less of ‘us’.
All we seek is that ‘precious peace’ …after the Savoury Feast.
Seculo seculorum …. semper (ii)
(The Fg 81.5.8)
(i) - latinLife is uncertain, death is a certainty ....(we are) thrown to the lions!
(ii) - latinForever and ever ....always.
Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2015
With Christ… You Can Overcome!
One of the things I don’t understand,
Is the wickedness throughout this land.
I’ve often thought and have pondered.
How can this evil continue much longer?
It’s amazing what man will do to each other.
How people treat their sisters and brothers!
The Bible says that the heart is
wicked above all things.
We can testify to the destruction
an evil heart brings!
In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion…
There is an answer! There is a solution!
We’ll find eternal hope and a peace within…
As we come to Christ
and confess our sin!
Why not allow Christ to make you complete?
Lay your every burden and worry at his feet!
He’ll restore your life and wipe away your tears.
His perfect love will cast out your fears!
He’ll restore to you, what the enemy has taken.
With him by your side… You’ll not be forsaken!
Your heart will be strengthened and renewed!
His words of life are like “heavenly food.”
By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome!
Christ has the victory! The battle’s been won!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
At the edge of my seat through a negate in deceit
Wasteful moments wandering in pierced quiet desperation
Without a shoulder to cry
To quiver amidst an evil empire seperated within
We are so much more then premortal slime
We all must face the dark side in life
To equate logic in place of fear
Through a baracade,
A premise extends forward
Amidst false presumption
Within a timeless cavity that will soon erupt
Through loose loop holes we get exposed
The hour of decision has now come upon us all
In vast domains there lies a prism glow
As in a slight variation in a dream
The opened door by which to explore
An episode exposed to the elements in demonstration
To awake the domain of its evident abstract portal
Gone are the days in logical frenzy & admonition
Welcome to the jungle were all going to die!
Such as a fish to fry
The lines have been drawn in the sand
It is my hope that someday all will understand ?
We will venture into the vast domain
In darkness their will be periods of sadness
Yet in light the full blaze of glory exposed to its elements
In laughter let there suffice from all fear
Yet I shed a single tear to numb it's inner pain
Give me a chance to explain:
With words there is not enough time to express the chasm
That gulf fix that derives meaning;
We wander as in some nomadic tribesmen
Off in the variation in a dream
Willing to forfeit from the masses & scream
The crazed lunatic looks back at his watch
As in a closed knit variation in a dream,
The societal rampage regarding abortion has really bothered the heart of God
We work the soil to till the land as if in some crazed vile evil dwelling
Exposed to its elements once more
Lest I simply implore the soaring eagle to far off places which together will store,
Justification for being lazy?
Portals will scream in divination loose strings falling into final tribulation !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
"HER CURRENT CALL"
out of the fire
her mother is gone
her brother is gone
her sister is gone
her sex is gone
she throws a tantrum
she loses her focus
and brother satisfies
her hunger for attention
as the tantrum recedes
adulthood gets further
and now we see why
she's in need of first aide
for her burns.
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © CHICANO EDDIE | Year Posted 2016