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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 | 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 | 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 take his place
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 | Elegy | |

Daddy

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

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

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

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

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


Details | 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 .


Details | Elegy | |

last dance

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


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Details | Free verse | |

Heaven kissed me

this night
i sit immersed 
in my thoughts

harrowed 
and alone

the moon rises
full-bellied
across the sky

the stars glisten
then tuck themselves in
darkened clouds

i recall
hands that tucked me in
beneath covers
that seemed to shield
my childhood fears

i was afraid of the dark
and death alike
but sought comfort
in your arms

no longer afraid
of dark or death
as i became to realize
both are real
and there is 
no escape

i feel the wind
brush against me
as the sky
lets out a tear
and it mingles
with my own
upon my cheek

i look towards the sky
see your hands
as they blow kisses
from heaven
towards me
and i find comfort
one more time


Details | Lyric | |

Forever Changed

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

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

yet I remember his sweater

 I dreamt of my Father whom passed 3 years ago, 
 as I awoke , he was standing with his beige silk business slacks on 
 In truth, it may have been not a dream but his ghost telling me something ..
 he was a fine looking man and this time with no illness, 
   ~ yet I remember his sweater ~
 over 15 years the last time I saw my Father , he called to tell me Grandma passed"
 His beautiful Mother, and he wanted me present at her Funeral processions.
 I was important to him and my Grandmother , as my children were too.
 His heart was broken as we all are not exempt from pain in our lives..
 So his presence was much different then the last visit alive.
  ~ yet I remember his sweater ~
 he was here to tell me something
 his face beautiful and luminance with a certain serenity
 he appeared just before I awoke in full form 
 The beige pants, nice shoes, Italian, a white shirt underneath that sweater 
 I remember the sweater being of a fine make, cashmere and purple..
 I never wanted my Fathers money when he passed , just a sweater , his scent 
 being refused to grieve with my siblings and blood , refused any little thing of his
   ~ yet I remember his sweater ~

I love you too Dad , Your youngest girl.



   

 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Letting go

As I lye awake and think of you
my heart always feels so blue.

I try my best to move on, but it's hard to do 
since you've been gone.

Thou my heart feels like it's bleeding, I can't 
stop how I'm feeling.

People say time will heal the pain but, at times
I feel I'm going insane.

I pray to god everyday, he makes my 
pain go away.

I will always love you with all my heart, and know 
that one day the healing will start.

But, until that day comes around I will never forget
when we laid you in the ground.

So, please God help me understand why daddy let go of my hand.


Details | Epic | |

Dry your tears

With a ragged bag and a sack, I am leaving you to chase a dream…
Dry your tears, my dear; no more wail. No more songs of grief,
No more tired bones and tired soul. Just dry your tears.
How mother died awhile ago and father stayed, and made us howl
Like ghastly wolf, a creature of the night. The food we scrounged on
The floor, when your tummy cried… my eyes cried.
But dry your tears little one… just dry your tears, 
I have words in a bag, a dream in a sack. I have stories and novels
Poems and tears. Remember the sweater I gave you, when even fury dogs
Would freeze? I lied when I said ‘I felt heat, I just ate or I just smiled – you missed it.’
Close your eyes, and do not stare at my back, not tattoos, just
Scars on my back, disfigurements I wear. 
But dry your tears little one… just dry your tears.
Hold on! Even when wolves are circling, knaves are preying 
And God is loping deaf. There are stars and there are blooms that
Even we shall see. Just dry your tears my little one… just dry your tears. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Remembering Dad

She had a glimps of a man who favored her dad,
longing to have him back it made her sad.
Reminicing about the things that they once did,
Memories flooding back that time had hid.
She recalls his cologne how it smelled of Old Spice,
or how they'd sit for hours giving out his advice.
he'd hitchike to work to put meat on our table,
Even on those days he just was'nt able.
He loved his family with every breath that he took,
with love in his heart and each stern look.
He loved his children no matter what they did wrong,
She has'nt seen his face, it had been so long.
He's kept every weed or flower she had ever picked him,
since he died her world grew so dark and dim.
The weed that she picked for him he had placed in his pocket,
like a buried treasure or a heartfelt locket.
He like to fix cars and hang at the bar,
away from his family he did not stray far.
He often liked to laugh at his own joke,
to protect his family he could easily prevoke.
He's embedded in her memory as the years pass by,
laying at rest with her mother is where his soul lies.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Somewhere over the rainbow

I had heard this song by an obscure artist, with a twist as it played verses 
of 'Somewhere over the rainbow, with 'What a wonderful' world entwined. 
It's simply melody strummed on a ukalele mesmerized me as I listened on the radio 
in the car.
I remember saying to my wife, "I want this at my funeral." I was morbidly honest 
that way.
Several years later, I was watching an episode of E.R. in which our favorite 
character, Dr. Green discovers he has brain cancer, and a short time to live. He's 
basically given the advice we all wish to avoid. "You don't have long, retire, enjoy 
the time you have left."
 Dr Green, plans a vacation with his daughter, who's relationship has been strained 
since his divorce. For the next three or four episodes Dr. Green and his daughter 
spend his last days surfing in Hawaii. Mending the relationship slowly, to a degree 
of understanding only a father and daughter could know. He's still Dad, and she's a 
teen working on letting go of her resentments.
In the last episode of the story, he's not doing well. He keeps passing out and his 
strength is waning. He knows it's only a matter of days, possibly hours; but doesn't 
share this with his daughter, the scenary is of a bungalo on the beach, white sands 
surround the openness of the primitive bungalo, palm trees speckle the beach, and 
in the distance lies the royal blue waters of the Pacific Ocean.
A day of surfing is suddenly changed as he suggests that his daughter go ahead of 
him, he'll stay back and watch until his strength returns. So he sits in a hammock, 
and watches out in the water as she strolls off to surf, Background music grows to 
this song I'd so loved, by and artist named Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo?ole and as the 
music is playing softly, the camera pans in on the face of Dr. Green for his death 
scene, and his last breath. The camera pulls back, from the back of his head, above 
the bungalo, above the beach as if we are Dr Green's soul departing this earth.
Yes, I cried like a little school girl as realized that my favorite character had just 
been erased from our show, with no chance to come back for a Cameo... What!? of 
course that's why I cried! OKAY! it was a tear jerker! and the saddest part, was the 
relationship with his daughter was still in repair . Moral of the story i guess-- You 
never know when its your time, so don't hold on to petty resentments, and love 
every minute of life.  

I later learned, Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo?ole; had also died






Details | Rhyme | |

To My Daddy-Rest In Peace

It doesn't seem
quite like you're 
gone,
this has to be a dream,
knowing each other
had just
begun,
the future were 
yet to be seen.
I'd hoped with all my
heart and soul,
but it seems that no matter
what,
to know you better were 
my only goal,
but now the future has 
come to a 
stop.
I'll never forget the thing's
i learnt,
by walking by your side,
and i know that when i speak you'll
hear,
so i know that i don't need to say
goodbye.
Not yet, not ready for
you to leave,
so i'll talk to you in my head,
and i'll see you in my 
dreams.
And when the time does
come,
to let go of the past,
i'll say goodbye,
with tears in my eyes,
but you'll know that
our friendship will last.
And just like you said,
in a poem i read,
a poem you wrote for me,
father and daughter,
reunited at last,
and then for eternity.
R.IP (12/07/1967~07/02/2014)
 I LOVE YOU DADDY!


Details | Free verse | |

Dearest Child

Save a rose for your mother, dearest child
of mine; save one for me when I too die.
Know not a day can possibly go by
Without a thought of her: sweet and unbridled.
She’s forever free now, dearest child
of mine; you will be free when I too die.

Think on our love, ‘tis thine, from she and I,
Who bore your life for you, our dearest child.
You are the hope of your parents’ short lives;
You no longer need us, so: achieve, achieve!
Stand for yourself, live with your own two feet,
Explore, travel, learn, be someone who thrives,
Find the joy of life, it'll always be there, so: believe, believe!


Details | Free verse | |

A Father In Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

My Father's Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

left alone

           
         
         Now I am left alone with tears ~

         with all shared may sadness cease
         the darkness of loss as fears increase
         your heart wants to hold on for hope
        

          losing the one expected never ready 
           going through acceptance you think
          until time stands still and life does cease 
       
           Now I am left alone with tears ~
            
          every thought now to late to speak
            all you thought you knew you didn't
          when death comes swift no real preparation

         How long will this hurt one can only wonder 
          The tears fall hard , the tears fall alone    
           saying goodbye forever your gone .
               
           
          

          


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Why Daddy Misbehaved

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

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

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



Details | Blank verse | |

Mirror

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

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

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

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

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

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

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

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

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Rhyme | |

My Dad

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


Details | Verse | |

The Family

The couple had a little girl 
and she was two years old
a pretty little thing she was 
although just getting bold

she loved her parents very much 
and let them know each day
she sometimes got in trouble when 
she tried new games to play

The threesome went out frequently 
to check out happy places
she could not help but notice 
a whole world of different faces

the child saw everything as new 
and saw it with great pleasure
her parents let her know a lot 
that she was their great treasure

All who saw them in their walks 
knew they were very happy
her folks would talk about her acts
even though some were sappy

The family took a camping trip
to live as days of yore
Her father thought he knew the best
to eat from country floor

while she slept soundly through the night
her Mom and Dad had died
the mushrooms dad had picked for lunch
were poisonous when fried

When she woke up she wondered why
her mom and dad were still
she yelled and cried till she was hoarse
but could not warm the chill

Her parents played a lot of games
this one she did not know
her mom and dad would not wake up
she had nowhere to go

She cried herself to sleep that night
tired out from all her tears
she felt her hunger growing now
first time in her two years

She did not wander far away
her thirst had made her weak
she did not like ths game at all
some comfort she did seek

They found them there after some days
they did not need to check
the little girl had died as well
her arms round daddys neck

Andrew B. Totten



Details | Free verse | |

Howl at the Moon

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

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

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

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

 


Details | Ballad | |

In the Faraway

After that day
I hear about you
exclusively
in breaking dreams

they are like breaking news
for people
meant to be heard
only by me.
In Breaking Dreams
I hear you're living
in a stone tower
by the sea,

Alone, with nothing
lonely without us
yet in your world
lost and serene.

Cold in some cases
sad in others
the dreams support me
or get me drained.

In Breaking Dreams
you're reaching for me
After that day
you died on me.




A "romantic' (I think) poem by pyrgia
for Giorgio Veneto's contest "In the Faraway"


Details | ABC | |

Girl Rising

A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul

With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want

Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother

Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all

They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash 
And dust that filled the air

Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor

Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.

She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister

She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world

She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in

As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing 
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags 

She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless

As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear

She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
          Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength 
    Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest 
Till this dander evil king is no more

She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain 


Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13


Details | Quatrain | |

Isle of roses

Once before, I had walked down a red carpeted isle
to glimpse your solemn face, a memory forever mine.
Why fate had to be so vile,
I still can’t comprehend, and yet here I stand before your shrine.

I had thought of the future, of what lay ahead,
and it stung. I would tread an isle again,
without you. My supposed joyful day would be my dread.
My white gown would bear sorrow’s stain.

Still, I could envision it: beside a rocky shore,
in the rain, ravished by the wind, beneath a veil of thunder…
Would you have thought it foolish lore?
This fantasy and chase after nature’s wonder?

NO! You would also have seen it, wouldn’t you?
The ocean rising violently like a stampede of wild mustangs,
the wind racing for its destination: adventures new,
the heaven’s shower baring its fangs?

Or would you have had me trod in a valley
under crystalline dusk and precipices,
appearing unbroken, all smiles and glee,
along the isle of roses?


Details | Rhyme | |

All White

She's dressed in all white
And for once something feels right

She dreamt of this day
He entire life

The day she would
Become someone's wife

Yet one thing
Is missing from her perfect day

The one thing that proves
It's not perfect in anyway

She doesn't care
If she looks beautiful to anyone

She only wants to ask a 
Certain someone

As she holds a fire helmet
In her hands

She knows no one around
Her understands

She looks down at the the
Helmet and asks what
She wants to know

Daddy does my 
Beauty show?

She waits for an 
Answer but doesn't hear a word

She wonders if
Her daddy heard

She knows this is one
Place her and her daddy are not
Far apart

So she looks deep
Within her heart

She looks and looks
And finally finds the right
Place

Where her and her
Daddy stand face to face

She then asked the question
Daddy does my beauty show?

Sweetheart, do you really
Not know?

Your beauty shows
Every single day

This is something I 
Shouldn't have to say

Your beautiful
Inside and out

So there is nothing
to worry about

If you are scared
To do this without 
Me

I want you to
Know you don't 
Have to be

I'm here in you
Heart

So nothing can tear
Us apart

You are and always
Will be my little
Girl

You will always
Be my world

It doesn't matter
If I'm no where to be
Found

Just know
I'm always around

So on this day
If you are scared
That you are dressed in all white

It's ok 
Daddy's here to
Make things right

I will be beside you
every step of the way

And don't worry
It's here that I 
will stay


Details | Free verse | |

Ingredients for Memories

items in my container of memories playbill for "Les Miserables" that Dad enjoyed reminder of ignoble government Jean ValJean’s quest for justice fugitive from the merciless Javert outdated cell phone that’s priceless forever I’ll carry it; this cannot be lost inbox carries my father’s last message to me “Happy New Year, Baby,” were his words just 30 minutes before his fatal stroke publication of Dad’s obituary green light for thieves to trash his house tearfully driving 250 miles, hoping to erase their indignity televisions, heirlooms and appliances stolen but Dad’s desk held items of greater value many awards for the Senior Olympics five-mile race pencil my CPA father chewed and broke dreaded bifocals that caused Dad consternation the only items thieves left behind were those that brought Dad closer to me
*Written October 1, 2014


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


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

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

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

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

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

 

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Nearly Fathers Day

Fathers day stuff everywhere, makes me think of you,
The only man i ever known, who's words were purely true,
You are my one true hero, my king, my everything,
and when i close my eyes, you're here, and i can hear you sing.

I know that you are safe now, way up in the sky,
and though i cannot see you, i know you're with me when i cry,
and when it all just gets to much, when i want to shout,
i remember what you told me, and then i write it out.

I hope that you will know, that i only write for you,
i promised i would never stop, until my world is through,
so i will dedicate, every single thing i write,
i will write it in your name, in dedication to your life.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Escape

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


Details | Haiku | |

Eleven

     



       
Eleven 

Sad heart breaks in two.
A walk with pain, sorrow, death,
unbearable pain.
Daddy snatched away from her.
Scared, defenceless, eleven.


Details | Free verse | |

At the Pawnshop

I walk in, It almost feels cold
Letting go to all the unknown
That ring you got me a promise we didn’t keep
 a frame of  a picture of us
You didn’t stay out long enough for me to need
The key to the house
That we couldn’t afford to love
And here are my mom tears that I couldn’t afford to give up 
Then last are the broken promise that were made to keep
I lost a friend, a dad, a house, and maybe me
But you can have it all whatever you need
I’m looking for something that was taken from us
Please pawnshop I’m begging it’s a must
He is ours for us to keep…tell God he belongs to me
He’s too young to be up there
Please …just tell me if you find him anywhere 


In dedication of ended relationship, a father who is always in jail, a family home we lost and lastly my 17-year cousin who was take from us to soon
Rip Bebo


Details | Rhyme | |

Sweet Demise

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Sociopathic Father

Pain was something that a man loved to inflict.
He had four daughters and he was very strict.
He demanded control of his wife and daughters.
He had two Son-In-Laws who he slaughtered.
He murdered his first Son-In-Law for the life insurance money.
And he got twice as much cash because it was Double Indemnity.
When he blew off his hand for the insurance money, they wouldn't pay him anything.
So when he decided to decapitate himself, it was all for nothing.
He was eventually brought to justice for the evil that he inflicted.
But he wound up not going to prison even though he was convicted.
He staged his death to look like murder but he actually committed suicide.
He was a very dangerous and evil man, that's something that can't be denied.
The things he did were too horrible to contemplate.
He left this world at the age of 54 in March of 1978.

(This is a true story)


Details | Rhyme | |

I Can't Stop The Bleeding

My daughter is dying and as I'm praying, I'm pleading.
She has been stabbed and I can't stop the bleeding.
An ambulance is on its way but it may not arrive in time.
My daughter wouldn't put out so her boyfriend committed this crime.
If you're wondering how many other people he'll stab, the answer is none.
I'm so enraged that I blew his sorry head off with my sawed off shotgun.
My daughter just died and tears are rolling down my face.
She died for being a respectable girl and it's a disgrace.

(This is a fictional poem)


Details | Haiku | |

Nayla's Pain

sun shines bleak, cold winds whip
death's sting floods her tender eyes
daddy is laid to rest


Details | ABC | |

BETIYAN

BABA KI BITIYA PAPA KI RAJDULARI…….
EK NANHI KALI EK PHULON KI KYARI……..
EK NANHI PARI SI WO EK CHOTI SI GUDIYA……..
KBHI SABKA KHILONA KBHI LADLI BAN JAYE……..
KBHI SURAJ SI KIRAN SI WO ROSHAN KR JAYE………
CHANDA SI SHEETAL HAR RISTA NIBHAYE……….
 PATJHAR KE PATTON SI DUKHON ME JHAD JAYE…….
 KBHI BARISH K BUNDON SI WO MAMTA BARSAYE………
EK PATHAR KI MURAT ME WO DEVI BAN JAYE……..
KBHI PATHAR DIL DUNIYA ME DAR DAR THOKRE KHAYE……….
JAB AURAT BANE MAA TO KOI BETI NA CHAHE……..
EK AURAT HI KALANK BTA USE GARBH ME USE MITAYE……
BETI BETE SE KAM NHI HAR KADAM SE KADAM MILAYE…….
FIR KYUN RISTON KI BHEED ME PICHE CHUT JAYE……….
EK JANNI EK JANAM DATA H WO…….
KBHI VIDHVANSHAK EK VIDHATA H WO………
KBHI LAXMI KBHI SARASWATI 
WAQT PDE TO DURGA BAN JAYE…..

………………………….SAVE GIRL CHILD …………………………..


Details | Free verse | |

RED WINE KING

                                         Cordelia is dead
                                     King,this blood is hers
                                   like red wine soothes your
                                          deadly nerves
                                     dad. love is unspoken
                                          the wise king
                                    the wandering madness
                                      in storm, trees crash
                                         hailstorm blasts
                                            your crown
                                          Curse the wind
                                          Curse the wind
                                              mad king
                                    who loves you the best?
                           the fool? the clown? the filial death?
                                 do you want so say anything
                                     Cordelia, in your favor?
                                       I curse you Cordelia
                                        I curse you winds 
                                       I curse you Goneril
                                        I curse you Regan
                                         I curse the world
                                        "Nothing, my Lord"




East Jesus - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Roy Jerden
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Composed on 4th December,2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Blur

You left a hole in my heart that nobody can fix
I always listen to your favorite songs and look back at old pics
You let me be myself by giving me freedom and space
You never yelled at me when you were mad, but I could see it in your face
You were a pretty quiet guy and enjoyed your time alone
You loved fishing, bike riding, and listening to the music on your phone
You protected the family by making us feel secure
Whenever I was sick you always knew the proper cure
You weren’t big on doctors or getting help from others
You didn’t tell anyone you were sick, not even your mother
You didn’t want people to think you weren’t tough
You always told Brad and I not to sweat the small stuff
Although you didn’t show it often, I knew you were so proud of me
I loved showing off my grades to you, you never cared when I got a B
You wanted me to be happy with whatever I chose to do
You never forced me to be a doctor, it is what I choose to pursue
We had a special relationship unique to you and I
I will never forget kissing you that final goodbye
You laid there in peace, with an open mouth and closed eyes
No longer breathing, you had finally died
I sat there in shock, not knowing what to do
I cant believe this was my dad, why did it have to be you?
I felt so many emotions that my body felt numb
I hope this is something I will one day overcome 
My heart is in such pain and I am constantly sad
I can’t believe this happened to my smart, healthy dad
This traumatizing experience will never escape my mind
I watched how your health gradually declined
When you were put on the ventilator, I knew it was bad news
It was so scary and painful to see what you were going through
I hated that you couldn’t talk and that you were heavily sedated
I was praying to heaven that you would finally be extubated
I jumped for joy when mom called to say the tubes were removed
Little did I know that you would never improve 
So much has changed since all of this occurred
When I look back on this experience, it is all a blur


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

He should've hired a professional

(This is a true story)

His daughter died because he was a cheapskate.
He was tight with his money and she met a horrible fate.
He had a lamp that needed to be rewired.
He did it himself instead of getting a professional that he should've hired.

His daughter was electrocuted when she turned the lamp on.
If he had hired a professional, she wouldn't be gone.
I feel so sorry for that man because he blew it.
If you need something rewired, please get a professional to do it.