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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Old House

Seven generations walked through your door,
Which stood so strong and always welcomed in.
You said goodbye when boys headed to war,
Two soldiers lost to battles they can’t win.

Your kitchen always busy as a bee,
With canning, baking apple crumble cake.
Stone hearth, a place for warmth and drink some tea,
The table decked with riches to partake.

The living room a place to sit and chat,
With pictures hanging for one hundred years.
A chair still there where ancestors once sat,
This room for laughter and at times for tears.

Your nursery where many babies grew,
With bassinet where ev’ry child did lie.
The paint would change at times from pink to blue,
A place where time would always quickly fly.

The floors within have felt each child’s first walk,
Their worn out wood drowned many times with stain.
You watched the aging people gently rock,
You’ve heard and felt the tapping of a cane.

I stand and listen in your sacred halls
And feel that you’re a part of everyone.
Each breath we took embedded in your walls,
Of fathers, mothers, daughters and of sons.

Old house of stone your warmth embraces me,
Your children now all scattered far and wide.
You still stand proud for all the world to see,
The thoughts of you, sweet memories inside.

The house my children grew up in.

Iambic Pentameter  
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.02.2014
Giorgio’s Contest: Iambic Verse III
2nd


Details | Sonnet | |

Yesterday's Joys

The Old Refrain

Where have they gone, the simple days of old?
Though filled with toil, their melody was sweet—
A blending of the common joys that hold
That special place in memory's retreat:
Warm home fires burning, families gathered close,
The day chores done, the evening shared with zest,
That tranquil peace that hovered to disclose
Life's humble ways and means were surely best.

But now the complex song of modern man
So filled with discord drowning out the good
Of basic joys inherent in life's plan,
Makes happiness a gift misunderstood.

And why must progress hush the old refrain
To play this frantic tune we so disdain?

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~4th Place~
Contest: Pick a Title: Yesterday’s Joys
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst


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 | Concrete | |

The Place that Shaped Me

  I left my
  heart   in 
 a magical 
  place. A
  place that
  holds years
 of wonder and
 awe. A place that
 knows me  better
 than any  other place
  I’ve been.  This place
  has changed me and 
     molded me into the
       person I am now.
     The forests, trees, creeks,
    and open skies instilled in 
  me a  love for God’s  works. 
The harshness of the winters has 
taught me to be patient and to endure.     My  small
town is where I  learned the  small-town work  ethic;
you don’t get what you don’t earn  and earning what 
you want takes  a little bit of  sweat  and  tears. Here
I  learned  that  you  don’t  have  to  be  blood  to  be 
family.  Brothers  and  sisters  are  made  throughout
years of school together. We relied on  each other to
be happy. This place will forever  hold my heart and
soul. I  am a small  town  girl  through  and  through. 
It’s who I will always be. Forever. Thanks IDAHO
for  shaping  me  into  something  more  than  I  was.


Details | Rhyme | |

White ghosts in Granny's kitchen

it started for me and my grandma always 
on those rare  but special Saturdays
the grandmother and granddaughter festival of preparations 
for Sunday's after-church celebrations

the backing of the best  cinnamon-sugar -cake
grandma's and my quality time to bake
we talked and shared our secrets of life
I was even allowed to use her sharpest bread knife

just the two of us throwing remaining pounce  
creating our beautiful and beloved  floury gowns
laughing loud with tears all over our white faces 
and countless most heartfelt warm embraces

cleaning the antique black and green kitchen was another highlight
as well as the two missing slices for our well-deserved sneaky bite
grandma's great excuse: the cake broke into two 
our secret two-disappearing-slices-of-cake coup 

all those emptied flour sacks we could never hide
were  transformed into something itchy, white and wide
I wore them always with the hugest possible smile
despite and thanks to the formless but exclusive floury white-ghosts style

©Ellie Daphne

PS. She did not give me 'just' h e r recipe for this great cake but also her recipe for 
my life..................


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Down The Road

    


              Just down the road there is a golden field of hay
              where there once stood a home where my sister
              and I did play. The moss covered trees and yellow
              daffodils bloomed, and the smell of Mother's
              clothes drying as the hot, summer sun fumed.
              

              The air was filled with the June bug's song and
              the tractor tilling along the farm. 
              My sister's hair was honey blond and how she 
              laughed when I would tag along . Eyes of blue as
              the sky above but just being her sister, brought
              to my heart so much love.

               
              Day would pass and night appeared, and the moon
              brought fireflies to enchant the way to the raspberry
              patch where we believed fairies did stay. It's time to
              come in Pa would say, oh just let us have one more
              minute, Pa and we'll be on our way.

             
              Time has passed and childhood is gone but for me
              Just down the road, these memories will forever
              live on.
                                                                       
                                         Sharon Gulley


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Treasure Chest

I have a wooden cedar box
Filled with precious things
Most of no value to you
But joy to me it brings

A copper penny, 1961
The year I was given life
A withered old white rose
From the day I became a wife

Two certified legal documents
That tell me that I am free
A US birth certificate
And a final divorce decree

Golden locks, adorned with ribbon
Clipped from the head of my son
A bag filled with tiny teeth
Exchanged for a dollar one by one

A report card, five A’s  and one B
My sons first year at school
A tattered silken blanket
Still covered with infant drool

A book of poems that I had written
While I was a rebellious teen
Fifty plus love letters
From then, now and in-between

Old yellowed photographs
Of family long since gone
A dozen crayon pictures
That both my kids have drawn

Hospital anklets, pink and blue
That both my children wore
A stupid keep out sign
That I used to hang on my door

Each item within this box
Is a memory that I hold dear
I keep them for a distant time
When my memory won’t be so clear

So if you wish to see inside
To you I have one request
Do not call it just a box
‘Cause to me it’s a “TREASURE CHEST”
 


Details | Verse | |

Dad

Dad

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad”
As you lay there on your bed?
Are words enough to express myself
Or the thoughts within my head?

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad?”
Though I’m sure you really know
Despite my actions, words and deeds
Which sometimes made you wonder so

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad?”
As I look you in the eye
A smile spreads ‘cross your tortured face
It’s enough to make me cry

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad”
From my anguished, anxious soul?
Though next to yours, the pain’s so small
And your strength should be my goal

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad”
After all these years?
If you could you’d say it’s not
Just to assuage my fears

Is it too late to say “I love you, Dad”
As I stand here next to you, so..
So much time has passed us by
Now I just want you to know.


Details | Free verse | |

Flowers die,Pictures fade

I wrote this in memory of my uncle.


Flowers die and pictures fade,attempting
to erase every memory ever made.

Letters are lost while the clouds roll in,
letting the rain pour and the sadness begin.

Feelings are lost and people pass on,showing
us we're the one's who have to be strong.

GOD gives us strength to keep our head held high,
not letting the wonders of the world pass by.

Love everyday and you will see,miracles
happen when you believe.

Nothing can stop you from living your life,
even when the pain cuts like a knife.

Some family we've lost and some still remain,
leaving only love and happiness to be gained.

Some memories fade while the best never die,
leaving you with feelings of wanting to laugh and cry.

People make the biggest impact without even trying,
then everything changes when they are dying.

Ton's of faces get lost in the crowd,
to your surprise certain one's stand out.

GOD gives you love and never leaves you alone,
providing a loving family along with a good home.

Life will bear obstacles and put you to the test,
but you have to be strong and always try your best.

Never back down from any hardship thrown your way,
it will make you stronger until your last day.

Say what you feel in your heart and never back down, even
when your taking your last breath take one last look around.

Angels are singing a song only you can hear,
complete the last part with an open heart,
and absolutely no fear.



                                         Flowers will die and pictures will fade,
                                   but your memory is one that will always stay.


                                       In Loving Memory of my Uncle
                                             You will be missed dearly.

                                                   MAY 28th 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Granddads Book

In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.

There is nothing wrong with my mind,
Sometimes my memory is quite refined.
I think it's filled over many a year,
With so much junk, nothing seems clear.

So, I made up my mind to write it all down,
To recall it all caused me to frown
It started like I was in the dark,
A memory flared, I was in the park.

That day in the park was just the lever,
I found my mind was as good as ever.
Tho' times and places got out of line,
I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever!

I'm nearly at the end of my story,
A journey I'm glad that I took.
For my grandsons to read in years to come,
I'll call it Granddads Book.

© Dave Timperley 2012.


Details | Free verse | |

Separation

I stare through the rear window as 
the car begins to move away  
With tears running the gamut of my 
Face my body trembling and wet with 
Sweat 
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail 
It is then that the memory of her tear
Filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
In a moment of sadness
Is imprinted on me 
And I became a broken child
On a journey to a world that seemed
To be without conscience
For no longer could I be her 
Protector and me the center of her 
Attention 
As the weeks turn to years the years 
To decades
A bitter emptiness haunts me
For when I search my memory  
Nowhere do I find ever saying  
The goodbye word 
To my little sister 
And I cry 



Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

Wisps

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

Straying Juvenile

My younger sibling, I brought you painfully up,  you brought me "pain"  fully
I myself struggled through  constant hard times, your constant struggling with yourself, hard timed me
I cleared a pathway through life for you, you clearly thought the pathways were lined with gold 
Today I had to repair,  Mums front door, the door you caused to be kicked down yesterday
I love you and will defend you, even when you are wrong, which as you know, you never are
You lost your parents some way back and now it seems you somehow lost your way




I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid

You cannot mess with men like this, they follow no set rules
Wealth becomes a god to them, they do not suffer fools

I pulled you from a hole today, I pulled you from a hole
The talk was death to stinking thieves, I saved your very soul

You lost your mum and dad so young, is that why you rebel but life is not a one way street, I lost them both as well

You brought me lots of grief tonight, you brought me lots of grief
I brought you up as many things but one was not a thief

I handed back, the things you took, I gave them all right back
The men who stood at mums front door had shot guns in a sack

The offer that they offered me,  was one,  to not refuse
Return the goods the "bastard took"  or read it in the news

If mum and dad were still alive, for this you would pay dear
If mum and dad were still alive, do I make myself clear

I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid




Details | I do not know? | |

THE POND

During our time spent in old Blue
There was a pond up the road
That we liked to go to
Didn’t matter if it was hot or froze
When we were bored
Off to the pond we’d go
There were many good times there
So many recollections to share
There were way to many days
Where on the bank we would stay
Fishing pole in one hand
And if we were lucky
In the other hand, a soda can
Sit on the bank and fish all day
Just to pass the time away
One day we had quite a scare
As I felt a tug on my line
I pulled as hard as I dared
And you would never guess
What went flying through the air?
It was large and round
And gave us all a fright
We thought it a monster 
Upon first sight
It landed behind us
At the edge of the woods
Creeping close to take a look
As only kids would
Much to our surprise
And much to our dismay
I had done went and caught
A huge snapping turtle that day!
Another memory that I recall
Was when the pond was frozen
We’d have us a ball
On the ice all day we’d skate
That little pond
Seemed as big as a lake
Skating on ice
Until our calves would hurt
And getting up off our butts
Became way too much work
Round and round the pond we’d go
We loved the cold and the snow
The fun we had back then 
I’ll remember time and again
For when a little pond I find
A little memory stirs inside
Of days of freedom and lots of fun
Beside the pond, sitting in the sun


Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


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 | 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 
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

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

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

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

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


Details | Ode | |

Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
  
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                              
                                 They play the game.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

If This Hat Could Talk

If this hat could talk, it would tell you many things
Emotions from the heart, and the beginnings of many dreams. 
This hat would reveal about the long drives taken along the open road
Where the summers stayed hot and the winters were cold.
Where love was in bloom and marriage could not come any faster
When a moment stood still, waiting to hear for an answer.
A time for listening to laughter, with children, family and friends
About loss and heartache, when a loved ones life ends.
Oh the stories this hat could tell with recollections to disclose
Like secrets that have been hidden, never to be told.
This hat is special, one of a kind, so you see
Dear to my heart with a lifetime of memories.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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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My Memorial Day Family Salute

My mother’s brother lies in a grave in Normandy 
If he had lived I would have known him as Uncle Stanley 
I recall his oval framed picture hanging on Grandma’s wall
Uncle Stanley so youthfully dressed in army attire proud and tall
Stanley’s eyes seem the same as my Uncle Jimmy’s to me
I always imagined Stanley’s voice whenever Uncle Jimmy was with me you see
Most all the men of my mother’s family
Served in their country’s greatest hour of need proudly
My Uncle Jack became a prisoner of war while fighting in Europe
All through my life only once did I ever hear him tell the others of it
Uncle Leonard flew across the English Channel in a flying fortress
I remember him crying when he told my father about this
Uncle J.T. was wounded somewhere in the country of France
I recall him using a cane and joking about never being able to dance
Uncle Ted entered the Great War two years late
He worked in supply – far from the front lines of deadly hate
Uncle Lloyd who is the only brother left alive to this day
Will serve his country yet again on this Memorial Day
As always he will proudly adorn his Marine dress blue on Monday
To lead the city’s festive military parade
I will hoist my country’s flag in my front yard
Sing our National Anthem loudly and hard
I have been so blessed by my mother’s brothers who did so give sacrifice
That I this day am afforded such a rich and wonderful life


Details | Epitaph | |

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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Grandma

There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.

I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.

Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.

A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse


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BABY

written 28th oct 2012

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

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

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


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WHO AM I

Once a sharp memory
Suddenly becomes empty
Flip through photo albums and open my mind
For those moments, I thought would bind

As I rub my eyes, I rub the time that pass
Staring long, picture’s story hard to amass
Memory is lost and wandered far away
Would you care to sit beside and remind me of the day?

I am very different now
Strangers all over again, only smile I could allow
Am I safer in truth or in lies that hide my being?
Perhaps in your asking, I would be wondering

I can feel the fading away of my ability
Trying to hold on to every piece of mobility
A vanishing world where shapes and shadows hide
Unimaginable, disoriented, and passive views of slide

I may look aimless, as I open my eyes
Forgive my teary eyes, just a fix to rely
In still remembering you for a moment
Do not be weary of my asking, I am more than a friend



12 August 2013


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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


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My Sister

My sister wrote a poem for me
Of christmass's gone and past
The time that was so special
We thought would last and last
The time is always changing
And we all know this is true
And things are not the same for us
So what are we to do?
We take the precious moments
That we shared some years ago
And know we will always have them
And never let them go
For no one can take the memories
That we hold oh so dear
As long as we could remember
And so how much we care


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T H E S E C R E T

Though I did not want anyone to know

Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow

Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show


Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense

Eager to do things I become sometimes dense

Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice

Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise

Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart

The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part


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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.








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Reminiscence

Prologue:
For whoever think story telling is that easy,
Would properly from this hilarious incident,
scene or whatever you might call it, would know is not.

                             *****************

Just some couple of months ago, I was invited
by a friend who knows me too well, back then in 
school as a funny guy and story teller and so he taught this
night, that his grand pa (who is a famous story teller 
of his village) had fall sick, I would be in a better position
to cover up for his father's so called responsibility
to his people. "For he (my friend's father, Williams) is a good story teller.
But what about me who has never faced 
the ample crowd with my 'cripple' tale unless sharing it with friends?" I mumbled.

In the middle of this enigma, my friend, John called me to the hot seat
to tell my tale to the unbearable crowd of adolescence. 

"God why am I here this day... But it shouldn't have been this day" I retorted.
The barbarian noise from the seats infront of me showed that truly I was 
in the middle of something and not lost...

"Uncle tell us a story!... Brother tell us a story!" the crowd shouted.

This day, I needed a free moment but they couldn't let me be.
"Once upon a time" they heard me said and they all resited.
" I am sorry, I am sorry let me restart it all over again".

Now in old man's voice, I told my tale before them:

"Once upon a time,
In our mothers' womb, when she
Ate, we ate. Goodnight!"

They all cannot but burst to laughter while I stood and walked to the room with my 
shame.
                                   
                                *****************

Anything after good night means nothing more till the next day.
Maybe I escaped the night by dissatisfying the emotions of those children,
in that scene, what about my friend? 
"Have I not brought shame to John's family? Did I do the 
right thing that full moon night?". My heart beats!

                               *****************

Epilogue:
Not even do the audience remember or care to ask me: (In kid's voice)
"What if my mother do not eat while in my pregnancy, what will happen to her?" or 
probably care to tell me: (Back to old man's voice) "What lesson they have derived from 
the tale before their departure... Oh! No sorry, my bashful departure from their sight." 

Note: The tale: "Once upon....Goodnight!" is a Haiku form of poetry.  
 














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Physically and Mentally Abuse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Whistle

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

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

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

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

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

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


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I am Made of This

 I am from those moments
George Ella Lyon

I am Made of This

I am from the isolation of pioneer spirits-
an ancient beekeeper- a vintage lacemaker

I am from a land of dancing brolgas -
and Rainbow Serpents

I am from agapanthus and flyblown windows-
I am from sunlight bathing shadows
the fluid drain of time- crisp July mornings

I am from the veins in leaves - 
butterfly wings

I am from the sudden clutch-
of sad departings

I am from threadbare curtains-
the crystal charity of others

I am from pure grief-
all this
and the breath of stolen  dreams

 Suzanne Delaney
written  5/10/2009

Read Notes about this poem above


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Good Bones

Winding around the curve of the road
the brilliant blue of the morning sky had faded
and seemed it had been left out too long in the sun......
Something,...... some new kind of threshold, waited in the November chill
We didn't know yet, just what it was, but the memory 
would be imprisoned by our young, and eager eyes
for decades, to come

We had arrived........
with an alive sense of enthusiasm and a vivid anticipation

We left our children in the car, for a few minutes
until we saw the perfect yard.....that seemed to go for miles
the hills surrounded.....and a battered, eye-sore house, somehow had found us

I remember the house half timbered
with white paint peeling on the southern side
We had been expecting nothing much,
nothing more than a weekend's new adventure
not realizing we were entering the future
while the grey haired woman, who met us there, 
produced a key, and unlocked  the door.
 
We looked out behind us, 
where our children were already running up and down the grassy slope
"Twin Pine Real Estate" ,  scrolled across the door of the woman's car parked next to ours

If hesitation and....common-sense had overruled
The story would end here...


I do recall.....we said it all......
"Ramshackle dump" ! ? "Good bone structure"
"Good inspiration"  "They'll think we're crazy"
"With sweat and guts......."IF ....AND....or  BUT!"
"Elbow grease"........"Dedication"     "Celebrations"

We fell head over heels........we'll... beg, borrow, steal!

We hollered out to call the children
and then brought them in.   They shared the wish, 
to own a place to call our own, a home, some land, a mountain view
our grand ideas of property....of priority, of possibility, of probability, ..of family.....
Everyone would work, everyone would reap,  
A house we loved.........a dream to keep
and years have come, and years have gone......
         .........in the place that we still call home


_____________________________________________
9/16/14  A Special Memory Contest: sponsored by Regina Riddle


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Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


Details | Imagism | |

The Red Symphony

A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.

They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief 
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf 
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.

From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: 
Carnati - sausages  kept in special aromatic smoke 
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears 
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; 
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, 
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
                                                                              
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled 
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled 
 And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.

This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
 
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it  the pickles cucumbers jar.)


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Collage of Warm Illusions


A squinting friend peers through a lens Along the aisle, a tri-pod bends around bouquets, and snaps a file of wedding guests An older brother, winks a smile, for in his eyes a warm embrace. He plays a trace of Bach, on his guitar Her younger brother sings along, and thinks of spars, high jinks, and pranks, her laughing face that sparked their childhood bond Her father ponders her first bike mosquito bites, her freckles and a scabby knee A fortress, high, among the trees where a princess climbed, to castles, fair where songbirds watched from cradled nests, above her braided hair He'd turn the world from end to end to spin her back to then again, .....but that was then.... ...and this is now...he must release her hand... And through my tears, a child I bore adores her knight, with eyes... in sight He waits for her. She lights a smile...... in satin slippers up the aisle He lifts a veil and they are more than what they were before ~ ~
____________________________________________________ Inspired by Craig's Contest:" A Collage Held Dear" 10/2/13


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To Hug Granddad Again

To crouch beside him in the rows,
Counting seeds beneath rainbows.
Three in each hole, I’d count with glows.
He let me help; his garden grows. 

To sell the pears he grew and picked.
Red wagon wheels click-click, clacked, clicked.	
One penny each, the price was strict.
The neighbor kids their fingers licked.

To shave his beard while on the couch,
To hear his words; those never grouch,
And tales of ghosts for whom he’d vouch.
Yes, all of this without one ouch.

To sit beside him while he sleeps
In quiet stillness without child peeps,
Until, alas, his scare would creep.
Awake he snored; was not asleep.

Or hear the tales of where he’d been
His work on waters with boatmen,
Three busy tugboats from docks to glen.
Granddad, my hero, way back when.

To hear his laughter once again,
Reliving days that were back then.
Alas, his death brought my chagrin.
I live to hug him once again.

Copyright January 14, 2013
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

(Forever Families, God taught the way
Grow pure love of Christ everyday.
That’s what the L.D.S. people say.
I live my life to hug granddad someday.)


Details | Tanka | |

Sansai

hidden in the woods
the last of winter melting
where fiddleheads grow -
it will be lonelier here
harvesting these without Dad




March 22, 2014


Details | I do not know? | |

It's amazing what therapy brings up

The mind is an amazing key
With the right guidance words will trigger memories
From anger and rage to double personalities
Emotions will rise like the oceans tides  

Your muscles will twitch with every cellular connection
Hurt, denial abandonment too
Like a looking glass into the past everything is a reflection of you
And not everything you see will be rosy and clean

Tears and overwhelming fears our bodies remember the slightest infraction
Our habits and beliefs play a major role too
Pain and suffering are a big part of what makes us do the things that we do
Without remorse or a second thought we push things to the back of our minds

But all through our lives we can feel something is just not right
We search for those answers like a child playing hide and seek
Sometimes we will get hints and images to help us remember and think
We’ll catch a glimpse from another life as it rises to the top

Like the coming attractions of new movies your mind plays them through the night 
You’ll see your kids, wife and family but as soon as you zoom in to see you
Everything fades to white and suddenly your heart starts beating faster
All the rage and anger start rising up again

Each memory triggers another memory it’s a never ending process 
And it’s not an easy path however when you consider the alternative
And you look at the life you have so far lead it is kind of like neo in the Matrix
Once you take that pill there is no going back. 

You realize the program you’ve been following has been sabotaging you since birth
It’s a negative dysfunction that only supports your inevitable destruction
Debilitating thoughts that are is still playing from long, long ago
These idea’s became part of your core belief and it’s time to let them go!!..

Abusing yourself no longer serves you its time to learn how to heal
Gently open up your heart and allow people to help you feel
As I read my own words I envision a group of healers circling me with compassion
Each one in the there own way helping me to release these toxic fears

I’ve been poisoned by my own family from generation to generation
And I fought for years to stay positive but their abusive habits still affected me deeply
through their yelling, screaming and verbal attacks that numbed me in my years
I am uncertain what saved me but it could’ve been that angel I’d seen holding me dear


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Collage of juncture

a once vibrant, now discolored rose, a memory of past that faded too fast now teeters atop an old photo my fingers stumble past it knowing if touched its petals would crumble it's a perpetual reminder of how fragile life really is the wedding photo, young lovers exchange promises of heart till death do them part beneath the folds of broken dreams through my eyes it seems they belong protected and framed within glass yet i wonder are they ashamed as they join together in the beyond my childhood through the ages a race of past, pages of life fading to death amidst my walls this collage of juncture can puncture my own heart as i remember each memory of time passing
11/02/2013


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The man who cherished me

I wish I didn't stop to think,
about the man who cherished me.

My childhood so fun and fair,
I remember your cologne drifting in the air.

The days we went to the Space museums,
showing me pictures of your trips to new Zealand.

The greatness achieved when in the service,
giving lives a better purpose.

Just thinking of your voice is hard enough,
I wish that I could be more tough.

It hurts to think that now your gone,
Grandpa I just can't be strong.

That day in the rest home I hit my peak,
the fear so bad I couldn't speak.

I had to leave because I just cried,
and cried, and lost my chance to say goodbye.


I wish I could have let it out,
and now I have to live without.

I know your looking down and see,
this pathetic thing I've grown to be.

I just want to be like you,
but I could never amount to you.

Please help me through this pain I'm in,
and help me to feel alive again.

I miss you so much I just want to scream,
I hope you visit me in my dreams.

I love you Grandpa with all I have left,
there is not much there but shame and stress.

I want to honor you and become better,
find my peace, if I can ever.

I hope on day again I will see,
the man who truly cherished me.

I love you so much Grandpa and I am so so sorry.


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Honey's Light, Gold and Mahogany - Home

Dad looking at that weatherboard house, Old Tooters home,
A thrifty man.. us to him did his brother send,
Saying that the place could do with a mend;
The roof had red patches of pitted rust, the cost agreed, an aluminium spray, as if were new!
A bulge I saw like a big brown bag, ‘those eaves with bees were occupied’ my Dad said,
A bee man was arranged for tomorrow morn.
Off we set early that day to arrive at 8, for to watch the bees and the man perform,
He wore dungarees and a netted hat, and held a pot of smoke as well as that.
He pointed its puffs, ‘the bees were calm’, that’s what Dad said,
The man then moved this Italian swarm, they were productive he said; moreover than the norm,
Before he went saying no to pay, as these bees alone did make his day.
He pointed to the now vacant hive, saying there would 'bee' honey, most pure inside.
He told us cut it clean in two, the lightest colour  would be the new.'.
He then drove off us to leave, me, my Dad and Tooter made three.

We cut it through as we'd been told, there was honey like sunlight, then a ring of gold, the core was darker of long months ago, from each we ate squeezing the comb, it fairly gushed upon the tongue.
The first seemed sweetest, the lightest one, the gold was more subtle onto the palate,
The darker ring also was sweet yet with a herb like twist; it did us treat.
Old Tooter said there was a reason.
For ‘twas gathered in the springs plant life season.
We ate a lot till we felt queasy,
Then Dad said work would make our stomachs more easy.
We set to work upon the tin, scrubbing back rust, and knocking roof nails in;
Then dad spun the flywheel on our new Briggs & Stratton machine, 
Two hours later the roof was all silvered out, Old Tooter exclaimed it was better no doubt.
What Dad had promised was accomplished to the better; the old guy even wrote us his thanks in a letter,
‘Twas 40 years ago that day; on that I ponder as I write away..
Thinking on life, on seasons.. on reasons; just where is 'home?' where does it lie?
Under an immediate or distant sky?
Is it a street, a house, City, or shack?
Is it where you are safe from harm?
I'd say yes, with close good family, like that day on Tooters farm:
I look out a window its now dark night,
Tomorrow brings yet; the soft dawn light.
As I think, I recall a yeasty savoury smell,
Mom’s currant scones fresh baked from the oven; and risen well.
For me all these things are together tied
With what is home real deep inside!
And I know I'll never be parted, from that memory's treasure,
Where love was poured in generous measure..
So if I need to know of if, what, when and where?
I'll take a walk back up memory's stair...
Back to that day of sweetness fresh from the comb,
To say loud and clear; (honey I'm home).

©Joe Maverick 12-01-2014


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Vesper

Her eyes, though once bright, are cloudy,
Shrunken and fragile the form
That long was brimful of vigor
And a will to outlast life's storms.
She stares past a blank horizon
Through a door that I do not know;
The colors she sees are mem'ries,
Scents and sounds of the long ago.

A kaleidoscope of faces
Turns merry-go-round in her mind;
While trees out her window whisper
Soft lullabies long left behind.
The sound of my cheery greeting 
Draws her back to this metal room,
Away from a creaking rocker
And her mama's sweet, gentle croon.

If is not my name she whispers
As I bend down to kiss her cheek,
But a name more dear than ever
Mine was is the name that she speaks.
"Papa," the feeble voice quavers.
I'm no more a part of her world;
The grandma that soothed my sorrows
Is once again Papa's wee girl.


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Southern Summers

A two-story house stands silent,
no longer prideful of its bay window,
running water in the kitchen,
and a shower in the basement,
or of having erased memories
of shotgun houses with no heat
and back-yard water pumps.

Its blank windows stare 
onto fields where cotton once grew 
tall and green; where stinging dirt clods 
flew from our brother's straight arm, 
whose aim my sister and I could never match.

Its closed face once laughed
at red noses, dust-crusted necks, muscles 
tightening under skin worn waxed-paper thin 
by twelve-hour days under burning skies
and the bitter taste of ashes 
blown in by a greedy little weevil.

Our minds hung heavy 
with hard-packed dirt and skimpy crops
as our hoes wielded strength and hope, 
our toil fueled by dreams 
of emerald fields and rain-kissed rows,

our memories ripe with younger days
when we swam in creeks, bucketed 
minnows, and climbed trees 
in search of possum grapes.



Details | I do not know? | |

First Words

*It was only a couple of years,
*That I was there with you,
*Holding your love in my arms,
*And drying your eyes of the tears.

*But the memories I have of that time,
*Are how your first words made this new father cry,
*And how watching you take,
*Your very first step,
*Not when i'm dead will I even forget.

*And that night as we lay just to rest,
*I couldn't believe what you just did next,
*As you lay silently gazing deep into my eyes,
*DAD DAD DAD DAD,
*Was your most brilliant surprise.

*Now as soon as you knew,
*This new thing you could do,
*You said it over and over,
*Like the endless waves of the tide.

*But to fall,
*You would fall asleep,
*Fighting off your heavy eyes,
*While never knowing how you left me,
*So amazed by your surprise.

*But those days they’re long and gone,
*And how quickly it comes,
*The old school yard,
*And how getting a hug,
*Has become bloody hard.

*But everyone once will regret,
*Something they have done,
*Like protecting a life,
*But and or leaving one.

*But not when i'm dead will I ever forget,
*Watching my girl,
*Take her very first step,
*Nor the words that she said,
*One night as we lay just to rest,
*DAD DAD DAD DAD,
*And you said it over and over again.

*You’re my little girl no matter the age,
*You’re my little girl and that'll not change,
*I'm your Father and Friend- Protector and Guide,
*I will teach you the vision I've seen through these eyes,
*And how easy mistakes and regrets are to find.

*You’re my little girl and please don’t forget.
*DAD DAD DAD DAD!!,
*Were the very first words,
*That you ever said..


Details | Acrostic | |

TALE

T he story of two brothers who fought for their country,

A ll wars did they fight with valour to victory,

L ife did give them honour and ranks,

E nd of the day life gave them only sorrows and regrets.

A~D


Details | I do not know? | |

My Life Story - Part 1 - The Early Years

Well I was born a bouncin' baby boy,

On June 23rd in Danville Illinois. ( Ill-i-noy - the s is silent)

 

My mom will never forget that special date,

Back in the year of '68.

 

Another birth in September of '70,

Ending in heart-wrenching tragedy.

 

My sister would've been my friend and pal,

But she didn't make it through the birth canal.

 

I would've been her big brother just two years older,

Mom was heart broken - didn't get to hold her.

 

Trying to write this is making me cry,

I can't stop thinking "Why God? Why?

 

Why did you take this bundle of love?

Did you need another angel above?

 

Well something good happened in August '72,

My mom married the only dad I ever knew.

 

I may not be of his own flesh and blood,

But he still called me "Son" and "Bud".

 

My dad adopted me and gave me the family name.

He treated us all one and the same.

 
- Love you mom ! -

- In loving memory of my sister (08/25/1970) also

- In loving memory of my dad (07/08/1947 - 01/16/2005)

I started this poem with the intentions of making it part of a

My Life Story collection of poetry. I'm not sure if I will continue

on with this intention or not. Should I decide to continue on with

My Life Story, the next stage will be concerning my childhood - and

the problems I went through as a young child.


Details | Free verse | |

A Collage Of Tears

~

I threw it in the garbage not long ago
It had not changed in many years
A collection of dreams and thoughts
Displayed on a board in calm tranquility
Not really a reflection of my troubled life
I had decorated it with butterflies and flowers
With happy pictures of those I loved
Their smiles did not bring me happiness
But a reminder of what is engraved in stone
Of what I have lost in this journey
A collage once held dear to my heart
Poetry, art, family, adventure, quotes, ideas
All beautifully assembled in groups
It included inspiring clippings and pictures
Things I wanted to accomplish in life
Nothing had changed in years and years
I often said to myself, I really should work on it
I never did and each time I walked by
It only shattered my very soul
One day I torn apart each lost memory and idea


________________________
September 28, 2013


Free Verse


For the contest, A Collage Held Dear, Craig Cornish 






Details | Rhyme | |

Too much times past

Inspiration is just so hard to come by
But I though i 'd found something
That would last
But I guess to much
Times past 
and I never really
Knew my dad
But t ain't something 
Cry over
Cause in just a few years 
............. ( it 'll all be over )
I'm tired of your  lies
I guess to best we severed all ties
But this ain't bout you 
It's bout me 
Even though you
Ruined everything
The damages are to big to repair
So I guess its better to 
Act like you don't care
But 2 can play those games 
It's not like I ever needed you here 


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ETERNAL GRATITUDE

ETERNAL GRATITUDE

(Dedicated to the memory of my parents*)



My beloved parents,

Humbly,
Before the altar of your memory I kneel
Wishing this little “poem” of mine to offer
A down payment of my eternal gratitude
For bringing me to life

Undeniably difficult it is for me
All you have done for me to name
So, only to a few of your actions I will refer
Forgive me for having only that to say

Worth mentioning, you would agree, 
Are the things both of you have shown: 
Your heroism, your suffering, your selfless sacrifice
For up to bring the family and to keep all of us alive    

The nights, I remember vividly, you passed 
Standing at my side, trying to help me as you could
When the threshold of death I approached 
Thrice, ready for the dark oblivion to fly 

Also the days when both of you valliantly
Struggled a slice of bread to find,
To feed all the six of us
To help us to survive

Your health, your youth, your leisure
Both of you, did, for us surrender
Leaving thus this ephemeral world
Just in your early forties

Your anguish only to imagine I can 
How alone we would survive
For all the six of us children were
From three and up fifteen 

Your souls now aware are 
That orphans are by GOD adopted
Each having nothing more to fear
For are by HIM PROTECTED

In peace let your souls rest
Close to our divine FATHER
For your children, children have
And they, in their turn, have children!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
   09 February 2013


* I come from a very poor family of eight. Two died when infant, the other six have survived and live in four different continents: Europe, Asia, America, Oceania, having children and grandchildren. Thus my mother’s Wish to have many children so they spread out and “Occupy” the whole world, has been  materialized in the most part! Thank GOD for granting my mother her Wish! Myself have lived, studied and taught in Canada for eighteen years. Members of my family live there and they have children and grandchildren.   


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Slamming The Door On My Hand

Our family loved Bingo…
Dad drove us to the door.
Not thinking about what I was doing,
Lost in my own thoughts, as a young adult.
My thoughts started brewing.

I really don’t’ want to be here to play Bingo…
It’s no fun when you can’t win.
Stepping out of the car on a whim.
I’m lost in my thoughts when does this all begin.
Everyone gets out of the car to go.

We start in the direction of the door…
I’m the last one to get out of the backseat of the car.
Not noticing my hand and how it is clutching to grip the inside to hold on.
Before I realize it the door slams shut,
Right on my knuckles, then with a loud shout.

Dad realizes what took place before we go in for Bingo…
He checks out my fingers, one by one.
Feeling comforted by Dad’s soft spoken words,
The pain goes numb on my fingers.
Oh, how the feeling of my fingers tingle.

After all is said and done…
We walk in to play some Bingo.
When we’re young, we don’t realize how blessed we really are,
And what our bodies can take in our mishaps or what we can endure.
Even when, Slamming The Door On My Hand, with a car door.

May 2, 2014


Details | Quintain (English) | |

YEARNING FOR HOME

My heart yearns; I'm missing home ~ missing home... A warm loving womb for my heart and soul; For better future life, I left and roam. Gem mosaic roles ladder a top goal; Like one live music band we rock and roll; Laughter and tears shed shadows every dome Changes marked between years, I miss to match... My heart yearns; I'm missing home~ missing home... Dreams upholded round high from pearl deep catch Each fiber of my heart 'til death attach. (c) Olive Eloisa 2:51pm: June 30,2014 Quintain (English) rhyme scheme: ababb (which I chose.. :O?) Quintain (Sicilian) rhyme scheme: ababa Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta Contest Name Hard Choices 6th place, to God be the greatest glory.. :)


Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

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


Details | I do not know? | |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Within That Special Moment

I love to peruse family vacation photos, 
while enjoying a very distinctive cookie
and a tasty cup of, 
french vanilla latte.

Sometimes, you just have to
return to that vacation 
and enjoy the trip, all over again.

Great memories savored,
along with, something sweet;
oh, how it takes the edge off,
of a hard week.

Within that special memory moment; 
the soul begins to sing.


Details | Free verse | |

Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


Details | Free verse | |

How Will I

__A Holy Matrimony__

How will I say goodbye 
To this body,
This body that always
Feels my needs.
How will I detach myself
From this beauty,
This beauty that always
Put me in mind.
How will I pay this kindred,
This kindred that is always
By my side.
How will I tell the news
To this beauty,
This beauty that, 
'I am in love with her.'

How will I explain
Myself to mother
To mother that
I have found for her
A woman.
How will this new beauty
Not affect my relationship,
My cordial relationship with 
My mother.

Sure mother will receive 
This new beauty.
And if she does,
How won’t she,
This new beauty
Take my mum
From me.
Won’t there be grudge
Between me and my damsel.

Am I jealous or what?

I can't bid both goodbye.
My mum can say 'safe journey' to me
As I can say 'thank you' to her.
My fiancee will not want to hurt me
My mom won’t want to hurt my home
She will love my mom
For her benign character and love.
Together our families
(Mine and hers)
Will be united
As one big nation.
 






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Serenade to Growing Up in the Fifties

When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
We loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
A hobo who had jumped the train, hungry to the core.
Hobos somehow had a way of letting other hobos know
Who, in towns along the way, would feed a starving Joe.
Mom surely was the subject of a lot of telegraphs,
Time after time, they found a way up our cottage path.
My aunt and cousin, Pam, would sometimes visit us,
And though the tracks might be blocked, Aunt Becky was nonplussed;
We’d hear her cheerful hello holler as she climbed between the cars,
We’d pray they’d have safe crossing, watching from our yard.
Aunt Becky was a lot of fun wherever she might be;
More than once she laughed so hard she couldn’t wait to pee.
At her house, we’d taffy pull or pour sweet boiled candy;
She didn’t need a marble slab, her windowsills worked dandy.
And cousin Pam was just as funny as any funny goes,
She drank purple Kool Aid and brought it out her nose.
Sometimes, the trains would bring the circus into town,
They’d stop across the street and we would watch the clowns;
It was our own, private show, a zoo animal parade,
A lot of fun for little kids who could not afford to pay.
Our pet chameleon we named Hinkie--we’d make him change his color,
And ice cream for the  four of us was way less than a dollar.
One time I jumped my baby bed to the chest of drawers,
It happened in my bedroom…all alone, I just got bored.
The Gospel of John was there, red, with a paper back;
Tore it into pieces, my little nose I packed.
It was in there good and solid, couldn’t get it loose;
I caused a big commotion, such a troublesome papoose.
Daddy sent my older sis to friendly confectionery,
The neighborhood store of stores--they liked us little fairies--
She was all excited, told about our bad nose problem;
They were in the business of helping people solve them.
“Tell your daddy, blow in her mouth, it’s easier than tweezers.”
And that is just what Daddy did to this naughty little sneezer.
The red book cover all flew out; they thought it was my brains;
I never took the Gospel in quite that way again.
There are tons of other tales I don’t have time to tell you,
Like how to get your freckles off by washing in the dew,
Of catching fireflies after dark and playing kick the can,
And having someone time us just to see how fast we ran.
We picked the bag-worms off the shrubs, our Daddy paid a dime
For ev’ry quart we brought to him; this system worked just fine.
He got rid of pesky pests and pay day made us run
Barefoot to the groc’ry store to buy up some sweet fun.
This tale sounds all perfection and that’s how we’ll let it go,
No need to bring in sadness and tell about our woes.
I think we kids were lucky, growing up back in the fifties . . .
It was a different world back then, this world is not so nifty.

July 11. 2014


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Forever

"FOREVER" was inspired by the pain and heartache people go through.

Dedicated to those who have grief in their life over a loved one, whether they are alive, deceased, sick or in pain.... They will be FOREVER with you in your heart....

Every time I see your face
I wanna feel your warm embrace.
I wanna hold you in my arms,
I'm gonna keep you in my heart... Forever.
Forever... you'll always be there.
I'll hold you close i'll hold you dear,
No matter where you are I know that you will always be here...
By my side, Forever....
By my side, No questions of why... Cuz you ALWAYS care.
Every time I see your face
I wanna feel your warm embrace.
I wanna hold you in my arms,
I'm gonna keep you in my heart.
You'll always be there by my side,
No Questions of why,
Cuz you always care... for me...
Forever...


Details | Bio | |

THE LADY IS EIGHTY

Eighty years ago this day
A lovely cry announced your birth
No girl before, and not one since
Could ever outshine your worth
 
On that great day so long ago
I wonder was the sun shining bright?
I may never discover that answer
But their couldn't have been a sweeter light
 
Your sweetness shown now for eighty years
Felt most intimately by your family
Words are completely inadequate
To describe what you mean to me
 
How can I explain these amazing feelings
That come from deep within my heart
From my first memories of childhood
To this very poem I sat down to start
 
And every day that has come between
Not just for me, but all our family
Your abiding bright love has never dimmed
You shine now, and to eternity
 
Eighty light years have been worn so well
Your incredible life has been a psalm
We all rise and call you blessed
Happy Birthday Mom!

Feb. 2014

Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Contest Name: Poem for Mommy


Details | Light Poetry | |

Reflections Of You

When walking a path that you wish to take
A memory of love that never was a mistake
Holding hands with the most of caring person
Gave a virtue of different emotions and lesson
Now you share and grow to care for another
And you have created a family with no other
It shows through generations that you have virtue 
Of whom you shared your love and faith in is true
The image of both of you comes to make a new
A new creation of a reflection of you


Details | Senryu | |

The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.


Details | Lyric | |

Apology Song

I just didn’t think, 
Did not allow my thoughts to sink,
In my troubled head,
It seems I was misled,
By a part of me, I yearned to find,
A part of me, I left behind,

Minutes past 11 and seconds to midnight,
As I wandered in the dark, something wasn’t quite right,
I didn’t stop to sit and think these things through,
I didn’t stop to think how it may affect you.
As I analyse from every angle and every part,
I want you to know, just followed my heart.

I just didn’t know, 
Did not know where I was to go,
In my troubled head, 
That little voice I dread,
Told me to go on and not even turn back,
My wisdom buried and everything turned black.

After one train and hours sitting in the cold,
I finally realize I was feeling quite bold,
I knew those next bus rides would create some fear,
But I kept telling myself that I mustn’t shed a tear, while I’m here.
I had to find her before she took her own life,
But she only wanted mine, as I saw her hold that knife.

I just didn’t say, 
Didn’t say if I was okay,
In your troubled head,
You may have thought me dead,
But that voice murmured,
And told me to come back, I replied with one word,
I did come back, and I kept my word,
I kept my promise and I know that she heard.

I just didn’t think,
Did not allow my thoughts to sink,
In my troubled head, 
It seems I was misled,
By a part of me, I couldn’t see,
A part of me, I found in friends and family.

I did run away, and I know I did wrong,
I did run away, and I know I did wrong,
I did run away, and I know I did wrong.

The reasons why, in my apology song,
Listen to this rhyme, my apology song,
This rhyme’s for you, my apology song.


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The land of my birth

I left you long ago for a place unknown
Every time I remember how it used to be
My heart is always flooded with memories

It was not always about the running water, electricity or the good roads
It was simply about the rich abiding love that people shared with others
If I did not show up at church, somebody stopped by to check that I was okay
If they did not turn up at a place, it was my duty to be certain that everything was alright

Neighbors were family friends not just people you waved to
Deeds were done not for a fee but out of love and that was the way we rolled
I became a mother for the first time in a strange land, I could not be more lonely
Husband had to go to school, I had no one to turn to

I called my Mama, thousands of miles in Africa, I wept and wept
All she could say was, "baby you can do it"  you go on and be blessed
It was tough, it was hard but I made it
If I did not know God in a personal way, I might have lost it

I miss you Oh land of my birth every now and then
The laughter, the pure joy, the unfailing love I shared with others
The help of others that was always at hand
Everyone looking for what they could give not what they could get 

Though you have your share of woes but you are still the land of my birth
Though you are still developing as a nation, you have qualities that can not be compared
I have found a home in this place, it is no longer strange
I have been blessed with a family and friends that do care


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Where I'm From

I am from bobby pins and countless bottles of Aqua Net hairspray.
From yellow blankets and pink satin, Russian Pointe shoes. 

I am from the yellow house with the brick red roof on the corner of the street.
I am from the sprawling orange tree and its sweet smelling blossoms and the mile-high Oleander bushes housing hundreds of pesky orange caterpillars. 

I am from annual Thanksgiving reunions and southern belles. From Gaetano LaMarca and Prince Pasta. 
I am from “When I was your age…” and the Thanksgiving talent shows that Aunt Laura always seemed to coax me into participating in. 

I am from “Tomorrow is another day” and “5…6…7…8!”
I am from the body and blood of Christ and the musty incense of Easter vigil mass. 

I am from sticky and sweet monkey bread and unbearable, soggy, and glutinous southern casseroles. 
I am from the WOP’s of New England and the Jet Ski that sent my grandmother tumbling into the ocean and the origin of Prince Pasta Wednesdays. 

I am from towers of elaborate handcrafted Clarice Cliff china and the antique armoires that hold a million memories of the past and a million more to come. 


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REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

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


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sweet potato pie and pumpkin pie

sweet potato pie and pumpkin pie
no whipped cream....just familial purity
the sun crisp on the skin despite the similarly crisp chill
innocence endless like wind chimes with perfect pitch
everybody influential is alive, healthy, and well
no tombstone or 'wish you were here' teardrops
no football games in man caves for that session is closed
no petty arguments or questions of rank and attention
just sweet potato pie and pumpkin pie
some whipped cream....familial purity still intact....i miss that....


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GRANDPA A TOY

GRANDPA A TOY!
   -Dharga Nagar Safa

Pulling,pushing,

Pretending sleep,

Pinning,punching,

Still,in sleep,

Pulling,pushing,

Grandpa in sleep,

Pinning,punching-

Grandpa a toy!






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track 18

thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream,  caught up mentally 
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
 hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve


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Photographs in a Box

Black and white
photographs
kept in a
box:
Memories
of yesteryear
that tell a
story
of lives lived
of friendships formed
of love found.
A family's
history
in shades of
black and white
preserved
in a box
for the next
generation.

8/7/13
For Rick Parise's Trickle Down Free Verse Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//


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My Gift

How can I live my life this way?
When did things change, it was so different yesterday
Where are my family and friends who were here everyday
I remember my home with lots of things going on
Now their not here everything is all gone
But just when I think there is nothing for me
I remember God gave me a gift of memory
It's so nice to remember the things that I had
And when I think about it it's really not that bad
And when I keep myself busy there's no time to be sad
So I thank you Lord for my gift of memory
And always always being there for me


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Gone Are The Youthful Days

Gone Are The Youthful Days

Gone are the youthful days of being a cat about town
beautiful young wife and family settled this man down
Yes,  memories of wild times , hell raising most nights
the many new loves, sweet makeup loving after fights

Gone are the glory days of wild songs and Rock n' Roll
living too hard, too fast was great fun that took a toll
Chasing the pretty gals and not knowing we had been caught
they set such pretty traps, "we won them" or so we thought

Gone are the many sweet things we foolhardy took for granted
we fought life, the dangerous world , with feet unsoundly planted
Each victory was a celebration of dodging shameful defeat
so many of us would rather fight, gamble and love, than eat

Now that the future has turned such to memories of the past
we must face the cold brutal truth, it all went too damn fast

  06-29-2014


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Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers


Details | I do not know? | |

Lens of Time

" A picture captures a thousand words."
Looking through photographic memories of a time I don't recall. Wonder if these people and places even changed at all. History in polaroids develope before my eyes. Ancestors and places that seem so far away come rushing towards the present. I look at my photographs and wonder who will be holding them a hundred years from now, wondering of the stories that  these pictures hold. Cherished are those days that the lens has captured. So magical the present that made these photo's be will soon be passed down and be part of our legacy. Looking through the lens of time we see where we started and where we will be.


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FamilyTies

A lot of times,
We take our brothers and sisters forgranted,
In our precious lives,
When really they will be always,
The only one's we can turn too,
When the times get tough,
Whether it be a bad relationship,
Death in the family,
They will always be there,
And never turn there backs on you,
For they understand what you're going through,
So, try your best,
To understand your family,
And never turn your back on them,
When they need you,
Cause when yopu  can't depend on anyone else,
Who else but family will be there,
To comfort you and hold you,
All the times that you need them,
And stand right by your side,
From grade school to marriage,
Through any divorces till death,
Your sibblings are always there,
To support you along the way.


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Angel Eyes Are True

Angel Eyes Are True

A cross this world life loves and beams,
N obody sleeps and never ever dreams.
G one are years that were so very bad, 
E ach day spent missing my loving Dad!
L ingering memories sail my hopeful ship,
E veryday brings such a very joyous trip. 
Y our love is sweetly sent each happy day,
E ternal love binds our hearts every way! 
S ent back were promises in my dreams,
A wealth of love in such gentle streams.
R emembering Dad's solemnly sworn vow, 
E very word rings so important even now!
T he vow was to always safely guide me,
R eturning fruit from Heaven's finest tree.
U nder family's loving and hopeful view, 
E yes watching me very wise and true!

07-11-2014

Dedicated to my dad......


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My Mothers Doll

Weeping on the window sill.
A long pass love to give.
A doll that with stand time.
Like wear and tear on its strings inside.
The sand that flows in an hour glass.
Is a way to find a love that pass.
My mother holds it once again.
A cool person who love to give.
She gives it to my brothers daughter.
With it sitting on a spindle it can spin.
To thread it back into its former self.
It begins a new love with in.


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I Miss You

I miss the way you pull me close and tell me it's all right
I miss the way you stroke my hair and tell me not to cry
As the years go by the memory of you starts to fade
As if I'm stepping into the shade
The look of your face I start to forget
And I try not to fret
I know your not here today
But my world is turning gray
You are in my heart though
As I am beginning to grow
You are in a better place now
And for that I take a bow


In memory of Charles Moser


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Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again

Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again

"Saw them logs boys, saw them logs
 heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls
Winter is going to be so very cold,
 so get it done before we all grow old."

Boys, don't gripe, somebody got to do it
 so hurry up and get right on to it
Winter is coming on and lickety-split
 we need that firewoood before it hits

Early morning hours before going to school
 sawing damn firewood, sure wasn't cool
Getting tired and sweaty wasn't any fun
 stacking newly cut firewood by the ton!

A boy of fourteen truly does not care
 to pull a damn crosscut saw anywhere
If his washing dishes wasn't bad enough
 now this job, it was sho' nuff tough

Working two hours before school was bad
 four more after school made one really mad
Curse this damn wood and this damn life
 hickory ain't butter, this saw aint a knife!

Someday, I'll get a real fine job then
 get myself rich like so many other men
Fancy myself with riches and a beautiful wife
 curse this damn wood and this damn life

"Saw them logs boys, saw them logs
 heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls
Winter is going to be so very cold,
 so get it done before we all grow old."

Stop yelling, we sawing to beat the band
 want any better, get another slaving hand
We cut and stack this crap all the time
 pay is lousy, not even one thin dime

Big bro' pulling on the saw's other end
 laughing at me , with that damn silly grin
"Little bro', stop bitching you're wasting spit
 nothing to change so lets get on with it."

Another one, urging me to be a working fool
 when grown man I'll be nobody's damn tool
Gonna get me that money and a life of ease
 lay about, do just as I damn well please!

"Saw them logs boys, saw them logs
 heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls
Winter is going to be so very cold,
 so get it done before we all grow old."

Early morning hours before going to school
 sawing damn firewood, sure wasn't cool
Getting tired and sweaty wasn't any fun
 stacking newly cut firewood by the ton!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-09-2014

note: Special thanks to my friend Sara Kendrick for this concept
 and inspiration. Inspired by her new contest theme.... 
Written about my young life and some of its hardships.
Usually writing a sonnet comes so easily to me but when starting 
this write this blew right on out of me. Definitely not
 a sonnet as was her contest requirement , so its not an entry in 
that competition.


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Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


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The Dance

Humming that tune
    My memory glides
          The magic,... the moment
               He dances...I ride

A toddling child
    I'm taking delight
        While holding his hands
            And hanging on tight

I'm standing on Daddy's
    Soft leather brown shoes
        My happiness giggles
            While gently we move

The tenderness brings
    That moment sublime
         My memory still sings
             The rhythm keeps time

His favorite song blue
    I'll treasure that day
         Enchantment we knew...
             While the radio played





...................


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All About Nine

After my youngest brother, we were family of nine,
my mama and daddy, five boys and two girls.
I thought I would have those loving folks forever
until they started leaving.  Now only Sis and I
survive with all the memories of that strong family.
I have children and grandchildren whom I deeply love.
but they don't share the memories of long ago.
I'd like to be transported back to that family
for just 9 days perhaps, to relive fond memories.


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Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

Grace holds the fire of past bliss
spiritual love so dearly do I miss
Family greatly missed now passed on
Fire of Love once burned so strong

Still smoldering in my yearning heart
embers burning still from the start
Bright orange the early mourning flame
gusts of blazing heat anything but tame

A wind blasts deep into my heart's glow
blue flames burst forth, grow n' grow 
The roar of fire leaps out of bound
into sweet memories laying all around

Visitors walk in from bright crackling fires
touching my heart, love it so inspires
Dad holds me again ever so firm and tight 
Grandpa sings to my soul sweetly all night

Embers are now crackling in a mighty roar
Happiness spreads into soul's open door
Baby brother stands to hold my hand
Shouts love, love you, again and again

My mind knows they all are passed on
yet here they are so lovingly shown
All from a burning ember deep in my soul
Mighty flames burn our love into a whole 

08-19-2014

Note: "mourning" flame , is not a typo.

Gail Angel Doyle 
Contest Name,  Where Frozen Embers Still Burn


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Cherish Moments While You Can

A happy girl, a silly boy
Having fun and full of joy
Smile at you as they play
Melting your heart as they say
I love you so soft and sweet
Sweeping you right off your feet
With their youthful innocence
And its starting to make sense
They will not stay young for long
The years will make them big and strong
So hold them tight and try to cherish
Each moment before they perish
Into memories and past
Treasure each one, make it last


Details | I do not know? | |

Mom's Cobbler Pies

Mom slaved over cobbler pies for a dinner-time surprise! Applauded, she sighs...


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Cure


Funny, every thing seems so distance.
When I walked toward the entrance.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mind going dizzy.
I feel so slow and so busy.
Talking makes it better so I did that all day.
Cooking the same way.
I felt so strained fully of different ideas, I think it's okay.
My body is not working it does not want to obey.
Shaking all over my body seems stressed.
I believe it needs to be addressed.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mouth seems dry.
I feel like I could cry.
The feeling of loneliness is making me ache.
Cooking again, so, it will be a cake.
I have been away so many years.
Doing things that I wanted, but it comes to this I have so much tears.
The fond memories of laughter.
Comes long ago, past tense, after.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
A walk that quickly disappeared.
A dream that suddenly just appeared.
I long last saw the light.
It just was burning with such delight.
A awakening that was lost years ago.
It really was a reminder so.
I raised my arms with gladness.
With beautiful sadness.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
The door opens with loud noise I hear.
The smell of coffee and laughter in my ear.
Walking through the door a passage way of time.
A free feeling that never felt so sublime.
Love and fear all at once just sunders me to smile.
The time I spent with my family felt that I could stay a while.
The feeling of love and hope is so pure.
This time with family is I think the cure.


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Treasure

Dad and I dug
for treasure
in the backyard.
My eyes lit up at
the can opener,
it glimmered silver in the earth-
except for the rusty parts.

He made another hole
by the white tree
and I polished off
the rock, that was
so smooth-
except where it was rough.

In the rubble at the bottom,
I found a penny caked in dirt,
so old,
it must have been worth
a fortune.


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A Day Reserved Thereof Their Remembrances 2K13

People, here as we tend to glance about,
we find ourselves gathered this Summer's day.
For there isn't a speckle of genuine doubt
that blue sorrow still lingers here today.
Yes, therein the hearts of many does it so,
tho' yet it's onwards which we shall all go,
go within memory's realm to reflect
and seize a memory or two from the
volts to recall good men in such respect;
forgetting not Jonas nor Anthony.
Today, let's remember them a tad more
when good-times re-play in vivid color.
Individuals will recall and share
as others recollect therein silence.
For all whom so choose to display such care
via their attendance do so of love, hence,
such hearts do search, such memory's do jog.
Let us advance our walks therefrom woe's fog!
A day reserved thereof their remembrances
where Kindred and Friends show such reverences.




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Babies and Kids Struggles

Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong.
We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song.
When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye.
We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles.
Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size.
It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles.
The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry.
The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered.
They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone.
We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad.
That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad.
The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once.
Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary.
To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle.
They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow.
To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow.
There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts.
They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles.
When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears.
That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears.
Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things.
It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles.
Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are.
Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle. 


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Whispers In My Mind

Whispers In My Mind

The spirits of my ancestors cry out to me tonight
Wanting to help me through this darksome plight
Whispering wisdom from beyond
Telling me to ever strongly hold on
Filling my mind with memories dim
Promising to reveal from within
The one who tortures my very soul
And with a quick word my peace stole
Listen to us they whisper urgently
To the past keep looking diligently
Never give up what your heart sees as right
Keep moving forward to win this hard fight
Listen sweet child to your ancestors pleas
Only then can you finally and forever break free
From the chains that bind and hold you down still
From the crushing pain that seeks to devour your will
Listen to me a voice rings out clear
I have always helped to wipe your tears
Never have I left thought it seemed that way
Remember now the name from that day
But before my mind can grasp the news
My ancestors are quieted just like my muse.
(10.16.14)


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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


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Here In This Home

The house sits still and silent tonight
all that is visible is the down stairs 
that's dim with an amber, glowing light
and the fruit bowl filled with golden pears.

Quietly I sit in the driveway and view
a home with so much love and dreams
like a blooming rose bud that's brand new
so much potential on the new day's schemes.

A warm and safe feeling overwhelms my heart
so many memories have been made in this home
If made to pick one, I wouldn't know where to start
my mind would just through the years roam. 

I feel it's extended arms at the end of the day
offering safety and warmth welcoming me in
another long day's work with such little pay
here in this home, love, life and family begin.


Details | Ballad | |

Rosethorn

Just Beyond
Boles of Cotton-Fields
Rosethorn ... Where A Few Folks
Stick Together - For Good, For Real

Rosethorn:  Famous For Its First Family's
Annual Ball & Bar-B-Que Grills ...
But Where Most, Barely Make A Living
... Paying Over-Dues and Bills

Rosethorn ... Over The Viaduct-Tracks
As Trains' Warning-Whistles Shrill
& Distant Echoes of The Drummers of
Rosethorn High School Marching Drills

And Hear The Poignant, Clear Call
of Owls & Crickets & Whipporwills
Just Outside of Rosethorn's Many
Worn-Down, Yet Open Window-Sills ...

O' Throw A Kiss On The Wind
Wherever You Find - You Are ...
and I Will Catch It Quickly ...
Beneath The Biggest & Brightest Star

Rosethorn ... Where Your Hidden Waterfall
& Memories - Froth & Spill
Where There's Hunting Frozen-Footprints
Thru The Woods In Winter's Chill

Rosethorn ... Your Abandoned Drive-Inn Screen
Cast Fallen Shadows On Movie-Reels
- Is Now A Vacant & De-Valued Lot ...
Where Teens Had Parked For Thrills

Rosethorn ... Just Below Those Sloping
Far-Away, Hometown Hills
Just Past The Steel Yard's Welding
and Sawdust Lumbermill ...

Amid Rosethorn's Namesake Flowers
And Transported Blue Jonquils
and Ropes ... That Hanged A Man ...
That They Said Raped Women & Serial-Killed

Rosethorn ... Where The News Station
Is The Local Cafe & Bar
and Overated, Glowing Personals
and Reviews In Its 'Telegraph-Star'

Rosethorn ... Once Rised On Blossom-Way
A Place Where Dreams Could Rebuild
But Now, Its Just A Stem-Cell-Site
The Young - Cool Their Jets ... Until ...

Rosethorn ... Is The Last Resort
But First Route To Remember How It Feels
To Travel Thru A Space In Time ...
As A Prickly-Pose, Stands Still ...

O' Look Up To The Night Sky
Wherever You Find - You Are
and I Will Be Watching & Wishing
On That Same Big & Bright Star ...

As You Keep Rosethorn In Your Heart's Horizon
... and Rear-View Mirror of Your Car ...
and Dried Between The Pages of Your Mind
... Wherever You Find - You Are ...

                   Quilled & Copyrighted ©:  5/6/2014
                           by:  MoonBee  Canady


Details | Quatrain | |

Thanksgiving Guests

Gathered ‘round the Thanksgiving table, Are the folks who are dearest to me. I know, as they talk to each other, They aren’t seeing the faces I see. Grandpa and Grandma, and uncles and aunts And a few even closer than those, Are indelibly written on a memory page, In a book that I can’t bear to close. I lovingly gaze at these dear ones, Toward faces that aren’t really there. With thanks to our generous Maker, That another has filled up each chair. I cover my sadness with gladness, Amused at their jokes and their quips. Trying not to let on that my thoughts are far gone, To the pictures fond memory flips.. Just the last year, he was with us. The one who’s the most on my mind. I vainly search those at the table. That missing, beloved face to find. My daughters and precious grandchildren, Bow their heads for my Thanksgiving prayer. Praising the Lord for those present, Remembering the ones who aren’t here. This day, too, will soon be a memory, I shall add to my burgeoning book, And when this day is done and I am alone, I’ll turn each page for a comforting look.
By: Joyce 10/24/2000


Details | Rhyme | |

Pondering Life On A Cool Morn

Pondering Life On A Cool Morn 

Sitting here all thoughtful and so quite alone
shadow on the floor, cat is outside on the roam
House is so very quiet, empty and a bit cold
this brief spell was my entire life so long ago

Yet now just a silent temporarily lonely state
because my darling wife leaves early as of late
Our son to babysitter has so early just flown
too soon, too soon , a man then he'll be grown!

I sit in silence pondering such thoughts this morn
how tragic had our beloved son not ever been born
As the cool breeze eases into this large room
memories come calling with a splash and loud boom!

Immediately my heart stirs to take glowing flights
as those coins now give such brilliant new sights
The glow of love and a life now so very at peace
such treasures fill my heart and many joys unleash!

Robert J. Lindley, Feb 18, 2012

Found this write on a paper folded into a coat pocket 
in clothes we are donating to charity. I had simply forgot writing it!
My coat goes but my write stays and into my journal it will 
now be recorded.


Details | Free verse | |

Reflecting on My Pooch

I remember when you came to me,
a slinky sleek bundle of fur and muscle,
dashing, daring, purring, and pouncing,
testing the limits and the patience of all,
playing in the morning, playing at night,
sliding on the carpet,
never sleeping, never stopping,
energy incarnate.

You burned so brightly in my life,
lighting our world with toys and tests,
talking and jumping,
clawing and pouncing,
nurturing your elder,  nurturing me,
comforting and consoling,
kissing away tears and trials,
loving always,
soothing and slinky.

You grew and grew,
first up, then out, so round,
so happy, 
laser pointers -- who cares,
contentment in a jolly round ball,
with your big belly inviting the pet,
the rub, the snuggle, the cuddle,
my pillow, my gentle living big and warm,
pillow.

Toy mice as babies, carried through the house,
surprises in my shoe,  was that a joke,
laughing at me or laughing with me,
slipping on your gifts,
midnight tripping on the dark floor lump,
not malicious, laughing with me I decide,
with delightful sparkle eyes,
surprising grace,
embracing life. 

Years pass and you burn less brightly,
sixteen candles and nine lives gutter,
the weight falls away, the attention span,
bones and skin, but always love,
always pur, happy to be,
my friend, my buddy,
my cat named dog.
Your flame fades,
and I miss you already, Pooch.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Wonderful Nana

A gentle whisper
Throughout our hearts,
A memory never lost
A loving woman dear to our hearts.

Her smile would wipe away
The coldest of fears,
Her gentle love would wipe away 
The endless tears.

Even though she has gone away
Her love and memory is always 
Here To Stay!!

We love you Nana with everything 
that we are and we know that you 
are now walking in Glory with God,
and all of our lost loved ones. 
Godspeed Nana


Details | Free verse | |

Unforgotten -2-

I've captured you from death's snare,
While others were unaware
No more worrying,
You are unforgotten

You are alive
Others deny it and leave the truth behind
Well, I most certainly know...
I will not end up in ruin

Instead, I'll remain loyal to you
because you are an unforgotten memory that changed my cruel ways
Straightening up my choices,
leading me to an easing and most pleasing place

Well...I certainly know, without a doubt, you are unforgotten
in my memory and best of all...in God's loving heart
You are forgiven in your trespassing mind that stumbles in repetitive sin 
 
You are an unforgotten cure to my throbbing pain
You're making me obsessive to you...sincerely insane

Though you're quite the catch 
in my sealed-up memory
You will remain
in a foolish mind 
fiddling around in flattering aspiration

You are unforgotten
In my flattered memory,
You are unforgotten 

You are a cure to my whole entire life,
unforgotten drug of mine	


Details | Free verse | |

METRONOME

It ticks , ticks , ticks like a clock
          I am nine and I know
it demands something 
          but what ? am I suppose to rush to do ?
It sits on the piano
     and demands my attention
but my attention has long since gone elsewhere
          at three I would have listened
          my fingers would have danced to its beat
but I'm now nine and the time
         that has demanded my attention
has been filled with distance , distrust
     abuse , and the insistence of law
do this , don't do that , don't talk
     don't run , just walk
absolutely absolutely DON'T TALK
          at three I heard the music
                    at nine music no longer exists
in my life , only for those who could hear it 
in my life the tick tick tick
     means far more than rhythm
it means if I don't get this something 
done RIGHT NOW I can expect something
                   very unpleasant 
Here that tick means time 
          and what must "get" accomplished
no rhythm and it's glorious dance 
          a poetry of tones
          a dance of resonance 
like the clear ripples in a pond
and one note , one stone  , can move
          everything in it's path
But life here is one solid stone wall
          unmovable , cold , stone
nothing I know at this age 
          can transform stone
          into a resonating energy
that can complete the cosmos I live in
          So , yes I had one recital 
and rejected the metronomes influence
          timing may be everything
But I am human
          and I must account for it
                at my own speed

Nov 2014 C Michael Miller
Poetry of Providence


Details | Rhyme | |

You can't have my son

From a boy of seven 
As i grew through the years
In the back of my mind
That constant fear
 
Memories of my brother
Been knocked down
Brought nightmares and horrors
In memory drown
 
Adult life reached
Kids born and growing
But when that Wednesday came
Past memory showing
 
The call that i dreaded
Had come that day
Your son's been knocked down
On his bike, as he played
 
In my office at work
I fell to my knees
Thinking back to those angels
Release him please
 
Hospital i reach
Tears in my eyes
Now I'm the father
History cries
 
Cubical entered
And the sight i see
Is my son Liam
Crying for me
 
I got knocked off my bike
I have a hole in my leg
 
As i thought of the angels
Who heard what i said
Crying like my father
At his sons hospital bed
 
 
" Dedicated to the angels who released my son that Wednesday "


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


Details | Free verse | |

Comfort of nostalgia

The rising, into its holder
All eyes a gaze 
Completed, so Dazzling and oh the owe 
The Christmas tree towers above the rest of the room 
Bringing color to the space it looms 
As you look through your decorations you are reminded
Of Christmas’s in the past 
Oh how the years have wheeled on so fast 
Each ornament has meaning 
Each decoration that was given to you by your Mother
Or passed down from hers   
Their memory held in your hand
As though it was planned 
The scent of pine fragrance lingering in the air 
As you and your loved ones create cheer 
Old holiday music that never gets old 
Its then you’re brought back to your days of innocents 
Those childhood days 
The sheer excitement of preparing for the big day 
You and your siblings wild with anticipation
 Freedom from school and gifts and food 
All in the comforts of nostalgia
All in the memory of 
A mood    


Details | Free verse | |

Listen

Please stop the work, you must prepare,
take time to say "I CARE".
Good words cost nothing,
Grow along with me the best is yet to come.
Happiness is not having what you want,
but what you have.
To friends apart: sweet echo's start when a memory 
plays a tune on the heart.
Love and friendship are the greatest things in life,
Cherish yesterdays dreams of tomorrow and live for today.
Scatter with one hand,
gather with two.
Some have wit and wordley wealth,
but give me the precious gift of love.
When friends meet hearts warm.
Love and friendships bridge all space,
and make the world a better place.
A moment in space and time,
makes a memory of spirit and mind.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Sorrow's Song

My Sorrow is too great
You were sick for so long
Why'd you make me wait
To sing my sorrow's song

When they said you wouldn't heal
My heart broke in two
Nothing could explain the way I feel
I am much worse than blue

I will miss you dearly
As I go from day to day
I hold you in my heart most sincerely
For your memory will never fade away


Author's note: This was written Dec. 29, 1993 in loving memory 
of Opal Wyatt my grandmother. I was 15 years old when it was written. 
She died of cancer of the spinal cord.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Computer's Wish

Oh how I wish they would be patient with me,
I need to be upgraded can’t they see.

Maybe a new motherboard and processor is what I need,
since everyone is interested in core clock speed.

Possibly a high definition video card would do,
with 3D quality to improve the view.

What about that 24-bit Dolby digital sound card,
clear enough to hear out in the yard.

Can’t forget to add a new memory stick,
at least 512 megabytes is what I would pick.

It must have a Double Data Rate,
and a Dual In-Line Memory Module to be great.

We might end up needing more hard drive space,
so put in a 120 Gig drive in the old ones place. 

With all these changes you’re about to make,
there is one precaution you should take.

Staying away from the static could be a perk,
if in the end you want me to work.

Then when I am up and ready to go,
there is one thing you should know.

Avoid opening e-mail messages from an unknown source,
installing a good virus program would help of course.

The only problem is that he never has any money you see,
so I simply wish he would take care of me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Katrina, The Memory Of Yesterday

Katrina is the memory of yesterday
Once a reality, now a dream of today.
Her destruction of disaster she sent about
Leaving the gulf of catastrophies with-out.
Properties damaged and most lifes are gone
Survivors are making it, as help continues to grow strong.

Although, their lifes have been shattered apart
As they try to pull together their damaged hearts.
For katrina has destroyed their memories of yesterday
Leaving them with a reality dream of today.
Katrina is a memory, a reality dream
A destruction catastrophy, a disaster theme.

A dream foretold of a disaster made known
For katrina is the memory that lives on.
Who knows tomorrow what their lifes will be
Filled with heartakes from this catastrophy.
Once a reality, now a dream of yesterday
Katrina is the memory of today.


Details | Free verse | |

man with a memory

sitting beside her,
he senses a void he knows he'll never fill,
a memory that was lost,
long ago when her life began,
a man with a memory,
one he can't quite see,
one he barely remembers,
but hold so dear,
what could this memory be?
this secret he hides inside, 
how can she just sit there,
empty and forgetting even more,
loosing all the memories,
longing for one last word,
one trace of this memory,
but this man with a memory,
keeps his memory inside,
letting this child beside him,
fade into the worlds eyes,