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STILL WINTER

Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around. 
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…     
~BY: PD~

Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey 

There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~

(for Catie's: Re-write contest..) 


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Tissue Box

like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come here
dozens came with casseroles
a few with flowers, wads of tissues
tender words of helpless mutterings
many acts of generous offerings

don't get me wrong, I watched the suffering
expressed in words or acts of kindness
I watched it all, and felt the love
did not dismiss the warm compassion
returned it all, with pure compliance
a thankful heart, a swollen throat

I hugged these strangers at the door
to comfort them, who shed their tears
upon my shoulder, offered them
a place to share their sympathies
a place to spend their mercy, pure

                but, this was my child who suffered loss
                impossible........I can't express it

protected from the very start, by
loving hands, her dad's and mine, 
we watched her grow, and let her go
she grew from the vine ....into a rose
but life composed a tragedy with goals
beyond our reach...beyond our wildest dreams
and left her with a loss beyond control

like visitors from outer space we watch
as others come, and others go
they blow into their tissue wads
and empty the boxes one by one
and cry with us,  and then they all go home

do we cry........?  Oh no, not yet...
instead we smile a grateful smile
and thank them kindly for the while
and for the ways they share their love
but we can't cry into our own clenched wad
of tissue from the tissue box
she needs us to be strong, somehow
and so that is the way it is, we vow...to hold back all the tears for now


                for, this was my child who suffered loss
                impossible........I can't express it
      __________________________________________





4/12/13


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Fifty-Three Shades Of Grey

in the uncoloured tint of another everyday amongst the spit polished waxed apples tightly packed in burlap bags they walked like minded in their own burly wrap oblivious to the irony to their similarity of the markets round red fruit unaware of the tragedy the horror of events yet to come it will rain metal shrapnel as human minds grasp with the purpose of their existence as in their ignorance they understand their worth as human bombs with a belief the heavens will open the gates with a fanfare and a promised blessing for their divine act of unquestioned belief the clay shaped bricks the black iron metal stairs the drum sound of engines then the lull not after but before before the pulse of the storm the rain of death yet this moment captured this photograph with man and child in hand smells sweet you wonder bemused why? the world travels aimlessly singularly no one nothing in the universe suggests exposes even a hint even a glimpse not a clue that would lead reveal an answer. life in its contradiction like the proverbial apple offers both the miracle the curse.
09/23/2014


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GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands
Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew. 

Hello grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.

Hello Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support
It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods.

Hello grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see grandma
Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die
Bye, grandpa
Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her

By; PD


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She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


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A Lesson on Love to my Future Daugter

It will hurt like a tattoo guns sting
as the ink infiltrates your skin.
Your first love will be like a tattoo on your heart,
buried deep,
always remembering the blessings and pain he gave you.

Be with a person who fills you with fluttering hummingbirds
even after the first and second and tenth kiss
who drinks the nectar of your demons and sucks them lifeless.

There will be men who you think will carry you forever
but after so long of holding
your feet above the water
they will throw you down. 
They will not reach out a hand to pick you back up.
They will turn cheek,
kissless and forgotton.
You will stand with dirt palms
and fall back into his inferno.

There will be loves like this,
who convince you to prick yourself with safety pins,
the ones who carry guns on their backs
but never shoot to protect,
only to hurt.
The ones who drink all the water,
leave you parched in the desert of his mistakes
telling you that they are your own.
The ones who shoot arrows in your lungs
and you lye bleeding 
believing that the color of your blood is true love for him.
The hour hand will spin around the clock
too many times before you leave him.
It will hurt. 
You thought it was true,
but after the death of it
you will realize you deserve someone so much sweeter
than a bitter apple. 

Love the one who doesn’t cheat you blind,
but instead comes to you with truths in his wretched palms
and waits for you to
forgive,
but never gives up and never stops wishing that the past could rewind
that he could change the things wrong that he did to you.

Love the one who feeds your heart warm apple pie,
who cries in front of your children,
who drives them to school and hugs them when they get home.
Be with someone who doesn’t ask for you to change
but instead loves your mistakes
cradles them within his fabric lungs
breathes them in with a grin.

Love is an interesting thing.
You will be thrown out of a moving car to the side of the road.
Some will come running back to you.
Don’t jump back in the front seat,
just run
and run 
and run 
and run
until you find someone who buckles the seat belt for you.
Drives five under the speed limit,
takes things slowly and waits for you to be ready to accelerate.

Daughter,
I am here for you.
Remember me, the one who loved you first,
the one who will never stop loving you.
Come to me after he breaks up with you.
You can cry on my shoulder,
and ill wipe your tears with my sleeve.

Daughter,
Find a love who loves you the way 
that your father and I love you,
the way that your grandmother loves you.
Find a love who already considers you family.
Who meets you
and looks into your ocean eyes
and drowns peacefully into your heart.


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Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


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For Momma

  From a babe to a man, I needed your hand. Now I understand, it was part of God's 
ultimate plan. I was to be raised by another woman.  Don't get me wrong, Grandmomma was something! She gave me all the love a child could need. She was always there for me. Truly a blessing! No Mother, you don't owe me a thing. Not even an explanation. I can't sing, so I wrote this dedication, tTo show my appreciation.

 Momma, Momma you're still #1. No matter the distance; rRegardless of what you've done. As God is my witness, I'm still your son.

Yes I hold resentments, and that is hard to ignore. My hurt I can't hide. When 
you kicked me out. And out of your three children, why was I the one you let go? 
From afar you watched me grow. Did you worry about my well being? On the surface, looks can be deceiving. No, I was not well. I was actually a child living in hell. Easy for you to say "It's over, it's the past". I was forced to grow up too fast!

Momma, Momma you're still #1. No matter the distance. Regardless of what you've done. As God is my witness. I'm still your son.

I remember spending the night with you and that was such a treat, just to escape the hurt from being beat. Looking back it was a real tragedy. I felt you didn't love me. You were my Mother but you gave me up so easily. Grandmomma became my only family. The only person I could rely on. But now she's gone. Even now as a grown man, I feel so alone. If I could sing, this would be my song--

Momma, Momma you're my queen. For you I would do anything. I just want you to be proud of me. Whatever I've done, please accept my apology. I'm not perfect, never claimed to be. 

But I am strong. Especially dealing with this pain for so long. I just hope we can finally be a family when I come home.

Dedicated to my Momma "Phyllis Ann Lopez"


Note: Thank you Poetry Soup for allowing me to share another piece of my life.   From both 
pieces "For Grandmomma" to this piece "For Momma" you can picture my relationships with 
both women. My mother was far from perfect...But no one is perfect and I love her all the 
same!  Jimmy


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Writing The Perfect Poem

Why do we do what we do?
Writing words day after day
Unsure if anyone will read them
If they will get the message we tried to say
A million words with many meanings
Thrown together in our language
How will we know the right ones?
They ones which say what we want to say
Just one word, one syllable, one letter
Out of the place where it should be
The meaning could be lost
We struggle through endless hours
Wondering and writing
Cutting and pasting words and lines
Then in a miraculous moment
It happens
The words are right
The syllables are right
Each and every letter is right
After all the pain and stress
Our child is born
We post in on-line
Publish it in a book
We send our child out into the world
And no one reads it


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Mother Bear

*Inspired by the art of Susan Seddon Boules*

Mother Bear, Mother Bear, a child is I.
Save me from the sky, night chills my bones.
In your arms, not alone, my spirit shines,
Your power defines who I may become.
The sum of your actions mold me Mother.
In the fear no other can protect me.
There is no blind when we see who we are.
You are never too far to teach me good.
As I should, I hold on to your words and you.
Mother Bear, Mother Bear a new heart beat.
Warm me in your heat of everlasting,
A light we are casting that will shine on.

I love you Mother Bear, and know you will always be there.



For Contest: Free Verse art inspired by susan seddon boules
Date; 10-20-2014


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A Lamenting Mother:

 War has stolen my children,
War snatched my sweetest things, god’s given;
War robbed my children from being ‘hidden’
War demolished my tiniest hope,
War has made me a body without soul.
I’ve seen bullets killing my children,
I’ve heard babies cry,
It maims my soul the way babies die;
I have nowhere to fly.
War didn’t spare a single child,
Bombs fell on smiling babies,
Weapons snatched our babies from cradle,
Ignominious war sent them to grave.
I’ve seen atrocious appearance of war,
To raise my voice I dare,
I am solo face on crowd
You can’t kill us blasting bombs loud,
I will finally hold revenge’s sword,
I want to listen my baby’s shout.
Where are my bubbly chirpy children?
When shall this war end?
When will the toys get back their owner?
When shall they again play with dolls?
War has taken over one million children,
War has made moms bed-ridden,
War has turned off the way of life,
War owed everything to malice.
Why did war kill Zelena’s new born?
Why did it take away 5 yrs old Adnaan?
Regina’s little head struck by splinter
My heart is dead like cold winter.
I play with soft toys of my children,
I weep over their lost childhood
I kiss their tiny fur shoes,
I wash their colorful clothes 
To lessen my woes!!
I shake Sana’s round rattle,
I count days of battle
My lips get chapped,
My tears get dried,
But I never stop waiting,
For my little children to return,
War can’t rob our children,
It just robs the future citizens!! 



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Indifferent

My pen, once again, drawn to the paper
In words, I find little relief, allowing no reprieve for myself
What shall be yielded?
Everything, yet nothing
You; me
Everyone, yet nobody
All being exists only in my words to me

I watch as the ink dissipates from my pen 
I reach for a second pen certain peace will rise from the blank paper 
Like a Phoenix from a great flame
Exhausting it is

What might my agenda be, you ask
It is peace I seek alone 
I find myself in unknown territory
As a glimpse of truth passes me, although it be slight 

Once again, here I sit 
My only friend? Words.
I search for peace
Yet, I find nothing but self loathing
Searching for everything; finding nothing 
Finding myself, while losing myself

The end is familiar 
No honesty
No happiness 
Barren of peace 
Merely indifferent


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Pink Pink Pink


Pink- Pink- Pink- Every peak has its own attractions, Like the mountains, The mounts of a woman, Have always remained, Her pride possessions. 01 It has the charms, More intoxicating than wine, As it reveals the beauty, Of a woman's alluring binds. 02 These mounts gives, The wings of imagination and colors, In the mind of an artist, And they arise the passion, In lovers mind.03 Their rise and fall, Has shaken great empires, Under their cool and peaceful shade, The dreams of a child form shapes. 04 Its serenity has given birth, To most pious and holy figures on Earth, And their warmth have shaped the dreams, Of many powerful kingdoms on Earth.05 They feed life giving milk, To every new born light, Every time they laugh and cry, These lofty mounts, Help in forming shapes, When the child begins its story. 06 But these pride possessions, Of a woman, These lofty inspirations, Of Poets, Writers and Artists, These magical charms Which often become more attractive, Than the face of a woman, Are facing, A wide spread pollution,* Which is the unwanted gift of Modern living and They are also the gifts, Of worst living habits, Adopted by thousands, and millions of woman, As they fall prey, Before the charms, And shows of modern generation. 07 Many such wonderful women, Who are in the grip of this pollution,* Have brought this curse on them, Mostly because, Of their own follies and errors. 08 Many such suffering women, Can really get rid of, From the curse of this pollution,* If only they can show, The courage to adopt, The natural way, Of living and breathing, Possible under the boon like shade, Of real Yoga. 09 The reasons, Of the distortions,* Of their pink pink ribbons, Are mainly the results, Of their own creations, And these results, Are not something, For which, One should blame, The destiny or God every time. 10 Some of the serious reasons are, Not caring rightly, For one’s own pride possessions, And the lack of, Physical manipulations. Not keeping, A cool and calm mind, And eating, From morning till night, All the junk foods and wine. 11 And working, Beyond all time limits, While stressing, your peaceful mind. 12 Running and more running To catch others, So that you may not leg behind. 13 And madly crying, For more and more wealth, Even if you have sufficient, For your life time. 14 Are the reasons, Which invite the pollution,* To sow its rotten seeds, To spoil, The enchanting valley, Which exists, Amid the mounts of, Pink pink flowers. 15 The pollution,* Can still be derived out, With the little practice of Yoga, But it remains untouched, And unsung about, By most of the modern women. 16 These otherwise elegant women, Regularly face the problems, Of distress, Lack of peace, And sound sleep. Which ultimately take away, Their happiness, And coolness of mind, Resulting in strengthening more, The un sprouted seeds of pollution.* 17 Still it is not too late, If they can only change, Their life styles, Their eating and drinking habits, And adopt from today, The way of natural living, By adopting, The boon like Yoga. 18 As the practice of Yoga, Not only add years to your life, But life to your years, as well. 19 Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Nov. 2012 *Pollution- The other name of Cancer. Those who want to share their views on My above Poem may write to me on my yahoo mail id: kapoor_skk@yahoo.com I would welcome your brief comments and if possible I will reply you. Thanking you in anticipation. Ravindra K Kapoor Inspired by Poet Destroyer I am dedicating this Poem to all those women of the world, who are facing any such problem of Pollution* And to those also who are not facing it, so that their life my feel the joy of living under the blessings of Yoga. Ravindra
TO OVERCOME OR TO TAKE PRECAUTION ON THIS PROBLEM UP TO SOME EXTENT- ONE CAN START WITH ANY ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR ALL FIVE OF THE SIMPLE YOGA EXERCISES I HAVE GIVEN IN MY ‘YOGA IN POEM’ SERIES 1 TO 5 ON POETRY SOUP IT- SELF. YOUR COMMENTS WOULD BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=490745 IMPORTANT NOTE: The best effects of Yoga can only be obtained if it includes the main exercises of essential ‘PRANAYAMA’ otherwise it wouldn’t yield the desired results and PRANYAM should be learn properly first. Ravindra K Kapoor


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I Love You Dad

One of my earliest remembrances in this place; life
Was when I was about three or four years of age
The fear overcoming my heart thinking if ever
I were to be seperated from or lose, my father ?
Within my minds eye I see a small child in spirit
Walking hand and hand with their own beautiful 
Father amid heaven turning back to smile; John
There he goes, my dad and myself left sorting.... 
About this flesh; bittersweet, tides through time 
Which touch every life yet in faith I know that all 
Shall one day be well; as I wave and into the light
Their beauty's go rejoicing a soul; wiping love's tear.






...."John Harrison Sadberry ˜ March 26th, 1939 ˜ Beauty ˜ To, 
December 19th, 2012, &, 'Forevermore ˜ I Love You Dad!'".... *


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A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


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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


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My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


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Once Upon A Time

This is a poem about the future I'd love to have with the boy of my dreams.
None of this has actually happened yet (besides us falling in love with eachother) but it's how I would like it to happen.

Once upon a time, I became the luckiest girl in the world. I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes, and he actually loved me back. He was like my prince, he treated me like his princess and would do anything for me. Today, we're united as King and Queen. It's been years, but walking down the aisle I'm still staring at the cutest, most perfect guy I've ever seen. When our lips finally meet after parting to say "I do", it tastes like Heaven.

Once upon a time, I married a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. And today, I saw those perfect blue eyes light up when he first held our little girl in his arms. She's got her Daddy's blue eyes and just a little bit of her Momma's brown hair. She's going to be spoiled and loved more than possible. She'll know we support her no matter what, and she can tell us everything. It will be perfect.

Once upon a time, one set of blue eyes became two, and we were made into a family. Now, that second pair of blue eyes is walking out the door to college, with a suitcase in one hand and a boy's hand in the other. He better love her and treat her just as well as her Daddy does.

Once upon a time, I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. His hair has dulled and grayed but his eyes are the same, and they've seen a lifetime's worth of happiness and love. My baby had babies with the boy she walked out the door with, and I can tell she loves them as much as we loved her. Now it's her time to live.


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Bringing Life To All

Thunder and lightning ruled the black night
As the frightened young mother struggled 
Beads of sweat ran down her pretty face
The old midwife calmly sponged off sweat
She hummed a lullaby to soothe her pain
Praying that the husband would be back soon
Five miles to travel in treacherous weather 
Seeking the one doctor for hundreds of miles
Twelve hours of labor now seemed like days. 

Fell trees and shaved off roof tops, toppled by whipping winds 
Rising rivers were swollen, and flooded make shift roads
Endless rain poured like there would be no end
Meanwhile her unborn child lay bridged as it battled for release
Suddenly the door burst open and the doctor rushed in
His clothes sticking to his skin; there was no time to change 
With his palm he felt her forehead asking pertinent questions
He and the old midwife tried manually to turn the exhausted child
At each attempt, mother’s painful cry was heard in the distance
She gave one guttural scream and usherd her baby into the world
The child, born limp, barely breathing as the mid wife took her away

He starred into her eyes, and knew that she was beyond his help
He brought the new born to lie in her mother’s warm arms
The silence was noticeable; the raging storm had passed
The sound of light rain, now a comfort, gently tapped upon tin roof
In a soft, weak voice she called her husband and managed a smile
Then she blessed her child with words from a mother’s heart
“May you be a light, swift as lightning when days grow dark.”
“May you have wisdom and foresight beyond your days” 
“May your heart nurture and remain open to love”
“Like rain, may you bring life to all “
“Born this stormy night, your name will be “Rain”.

~*~
By    : Audrey Carey
Note: Imagination at work:) Written for Constance's "Rain, The Story" Contest.
My imagination took me to some little village in Africa.  This scene is played out in 
many villages where health care is non-existent.  However, there's always, thanks 
to God, a wise, caring "midwife" to help mothers during delivery.
Everyday, countless miracles are performed by God through "midwives"!


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Jekyll's Hide



Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.
Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.

Rampant growth tumbles the solitary soul
like an agate in the tumbled path of tide.
Pounding, pushing deep inside so much
so much we can’t abide.

An aggregate are we
of sun and sand and ocean
like diamonds can we shine
or burn like bits of coal.

Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.

Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.
The choice is always there
thrusting, rutting, wrong
to consume all…

Shall we listen to this call?
Or let the frailer fountains flow
the fragile blossoms bloom? 


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Friends Of A Summer Night

Buried deep between the cracks,
a photograph from yesterday,
I hold it now, within my hand,
as if between the hills and hollows
a childhood bond that we once borrowed
can take me back to days of old 

Who am I when I see your face?
One glance and I am me again
A side of me I might forget
comes flooding back like summer rain
refreshing dusty old refrains
that come with smiles, and not of sorrow
I'll hold within today, ... tomorrow..

Who am I when I look close?
The child in me is born again
A "me" I thought I'd tucked away
Until I cast my eyes and see
Two chums  two friends, who used to be

In your face, a trace of me
is still alive, a younger me who worshiped you
who looked into the summer night
and made a wish, while you did too,
and promised stars with all our might,
that we would never drift apart

But life moves on, and so did we,
beyond the wish we made long nights
when we held our hands, and felt a bond
as young friends do,...perhaps beyond
We sat upon the old porch floor
In the chill of summer nights
and drew upon the heat that leaked
beneath the threshold of the door

Our eyes would struggle through the dark
to skies so sodden with the stars
Our childhood friendship is a bond
that returns to me in darker times
it whittles away the cruelest tears
and through the years, you come to me
and by the hand you still take me
back to the land of "used to be"
     


_____________________
POET. UNDERTAKER 
Contest Name: Appreciate platonic relationships 


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Looking into the Mirror

"Looking Into the Mirror"
Sudden realizations iced up his core 
To form the frozen image of a man 
He who stared in reflected embarrassment
While sobering silence takes over the room
As this was not the person he was to become
But for childish dreams that stuck with him
Fantastic machinations that warped a man's mind
So he'd remain a child who never grew up
And had to face his parents on occasions 
The adult to them is just on the exterior
Because he made a living selling his voice
Though in using it to say I'm sorry
His parents would have to wait 
Just like the forever he has waited 
To hear them say we love you for what you are
A child never grows too old 
For their parents open arms


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The Kiss

Creases woven in fabric like May petals
Sunk into heavy mud.
As a child, I’ve always been afraid
Of standing near a cliffs edge.
Wrapped in arms, folded; placed neatly.
Matches in a match box.
Igniting a flame, when pursed lips
Smooth the center of my cheek.
Desperately seeking colors
Falling through the holes of my fingers.
As a child I imagined a kiss being
Sedimentary.
But this- The Kiss -
Blankets me in igneous.
Like falling into lava deems delicate.
Forever graven on my palms
As I melt softly
Into the weak pulsations of your throat
Spiraling down beyond the cliffs teeth
Biting as I curl my toes into soft sand
Like warm rice pudding on my tongue.
Radiating glory through my veins,
Injected with love from a painful needle
Because as a child I was taught
The best of things
Hurt the most.

(Based off of the painting The Kiss by Gustav Klimt)


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Peas In A Pod

They are two peas in a pod....this pair having fun I can't help but smile, as I sit on the steps by the old front porch, watching them romp on the cool green grass, in the warm winter sun This sunny little boy, with the gold in his hair And his funny best friend, wagging a tail here and there Their spirits are one, it is hard to divide them, And their souls seem half child, half canine, combining... Running the length of the yard as they play, Jumping the jumps as if one and the same Dancing the dance as they wear out their game.... Shaking my head, I must ponder the bond It's no wonder instead ...., as they're both gifts from God Squeals of child laughter, as loud as he can A wag of a tail, like a circular fan... If the child could wag and his dog could holler They would gladly trade places, I'll bet you a dollar Two of a kind, with spirits to spare That can cause one to laugh or pull out your hair ! From my perch by the porch, I'm watching them play Love is so simple, at the end of the day Filled by these moments, these small gifts from God Love is so simple, as two peas in a pod Here is a sample, just watch it unwind... Just as God made them...they are two of a kind........
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All The Toys Are Broken

Teddy bears on the bed, 
a little red fire engine on the floor.
Even though the batteries are missing,
a childs heart should see the lights flashing 
and hear the sirens roar.

The hand made rocket ships never take off to Mars.
The model airplanes that hang from the ceiling
never have a background full of stars.

The imagination should have been filled with dreams 
and allowed to run wild.
Some things never happen 
when the heart is stolen from a child.

A childs heart must not be allowed 
to grow all on its own.
The evils left behind will show their faces, 
even when the child has grown.

The heart of a child should be smothered with hugs,
and many loving words spoken.
If a child's heart never comes to life,
the toys will always seem broken.


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Tethered To My Happy

My inner child
That silly self
My mischievous one
The one, who tethers me to my happy

I languish in his joyfulness
He sprinkles stardust in my eyes
I laugh with his exuberance
He says what he thinks
His is the voice of my honesty
Sure, sometimes he gets me in trouble 
Occasionally, bursting a bubble
Yet with him, my world is double

He knows how to have fun
I'm getting older but together we run
He sees no limits 
So neither do I
He's the reason, I want to try
His imagination, helps me fly

So, I thank my inner child
My portal to happy, my source of wild
He is the very essence of me
The truer part, who sets me free
He does not think, he let's me be

So if you see, a glimmer in my eye
It's most likely, my little guy
He'd love to meet your inner child 
The one who's happy, a little wild
Together they have games to play
Don't keep him or her
Locked away


This poem was inspired by a comment I left for Michael Clarke.
Check out his work he is a talented poet.




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A message To You

A message to you my child. I am writing this message to you - my child. To tell you how much I love you. Listen carefully and listen well, because one day, I won't be here anymore. Live your life and live it right. Do always what is good. Help others along the way. Teach your children good things. Remember that, they learn what they see. Talk to me now if you need advice. If you wait too long - It might be too late. I might not be here anymore. I am not perfact and never claimed to be, but I have lived in this world more then you. Remember I love you and always will. I know about life more then you. If I give you advice it's for your own good. You will find out later - that what I told you was true. Dear child this is my message to you...
03/02/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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Childhood trifles

those days the sun flew like corn flour 
freshly ground at the millrace 
even in winter it was yellow  
when I pressed it down with my thumb 
like an unfastened button on my chest 

I hardly cut my way with a stick 
through the tall weed field 
until my knee high socks 
were filled with thistle tassels 
jumping over the fence like a thief 
into our apple orchard
so no one knew where I was 

when the Big Dipper rose over the barn 
I slipped on the manger’s opening
inside freshly cut grass 
stealing my grandma’s small chair for milking  
singing for the young foal with caramel skin 

those days all hearts were red and warm 
in the shape of a gingerbread heart 
each star was a story 
whispered by fairies in the daffodils’ glade


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The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow




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He is sleeping

Frightened and tired
his eyes stare into the distance
as he once again faces reality
in the ghastly fate that dealt its lot.
Beads of sweat fall down like stars;
like the storm pounding outside his window.
This is the dawn he rises to every morning.

I take hold of his frail hand beckoning tenderness
as one would a knife to the chest.
Yet his weak smile defies the eminent death  
threatening to consume him.
He turns his gaze upon my eyes…
It won’t be long now…

The shadows lurk in his mind, 
but he glimpses a tear slipping from my cheeks
and says, “No regrets. No hate. No fear.
It’s time to wake up, slumbering one. 
The day is here.”

I manage a sorrowful smile 
and reply, “Your heart has already won,
my brave one.” As he lies back once more,
the soft beeps counting down his final few breaths slow.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” he dreamily asks.
Leaning closer, I inquire, “Who?”
“The angels are singing.” he sighs.

As the green line finally stretches to a flat horizon,
I whisper brokenly to the rain, “Shhhh.”…

“ He is sleeping.”

*(A tribute to children that have lost the fight against cancer.)


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The White Pumpkin

The White Pumpkin

A farmer tends his field
Vines grow and wrap around each other
Giant white flowers bloom in the heat of summer
Butterflies and bees dance from flower to flower
Spreading the pollen from male to female
Inseminating to create the next generation
Weeks later the children arrive
They laugh and giggle as they run among the orange pumpkins
Each one takes their favorite home for carving or pie
One pumpkin is born small, oddly shaped with a white skin
It sits alone by the wooden fence as the rest are taken
The day before Halloween one child comes for a visit
Out of the dozens of pumpkins still waiting the child chose the small white one
His parents point out all the beauty around him
The child doesn’t change his mind or his heart
He spoke of the one he wanted
“This one is like me,” he said as he lifted it into his wheelchair
That was all that had to be said
The white pumpkin was loved by a little boy 
A little boy who knew what it was like to be different
He knew what it was like to be loved
And now, so did that small, oddly shaped pumpkin with a white skin


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Portmanteaus Scroup

Greu has turned the color of my plarn
So I’ll just knit a legock for my child.
While getting up I trip upon my hornicorn
It makes me ridast through my small famoom.
My son comes in and loosh at my folly,
He’s sure his mom has gone a bit crazoo.
Then glares at me delivering his snark,
By asking which of us is the matune.

Greu, plarn and snark from list

My words:
Scroup: scrambled-soup
Legock:  legging-sock
Ridast:   ride-fast
Famoom:  family-room
Loosh:  looked-shocked
Crazoo:  crazy- cuckoo
Matune:  mature-one

Other:  Hornicorn:  horse-unicorn

Brenda Meier-Hans
27.08.2014
HM


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No Flowers

There are no flowers there...
just flies, and dust and sun
Where a child wanders
over dirt under calloused feet
under a blazing sun
on a barren land

there are no flowers
there are no trees

where hunger is the only companion
where a pool of dirty water is a lonely playground
where life drains out and sickness plays the only game

where no birds sing...
where the only sound are tears of the innocent

where a child alone, lays down
where there are no flowers
only thorns
for his grave






Submitted for "A Piece of Bread, Please" contest sponsorerd by Sami Al-khalili


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Covered loveless

 Shhhhhh.. 


take a minute
to listen..

it's faint 
sorta like 

a whisper

can you hear it?

there's a child 
crying
in the distance

just out of reach
a futile existence

without the assistance
of its mother

covered 
loveless..

born to perform 
in the chior 
of quiet angels

humming hope
choked

by fairytales...

i wish I could read her
a story
calmly comb her hair back
gently lift her chin

i would tell her
that worth doesn't come
in a bottle 
that monsters get scared too
and mommy was just

born broken

 

but

 

 

 

 

 


I can't seem to find that child anymore


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Dragon Holiday

            Dragon Holiday
      (Be careful what you eat)

Dad and I went hunting on giant’s mountain
They sleep for hours at a time so we climb kinda sneaky
Crawl real slow over their big arms and limbs
And noses that snore louder than the wind
Our hunger grew as we entered dragon valley
We had our sights set on a baby one
They are easy to catch and put in a bundle bag
We charm them with a cookie and a smile
I had dragon burgers on my mind
They say the tail is tender and delicious 
We love it with cranberries on the table with side dishes
A young blue dragon galloped up to us and spoke
He said his name was Teddy
I said, my name is Dave.  This is my dad
And what a coincidence!  I have a bear at home called Teddy
Would you like to join us for Thanksgiving Dinner?
Another coincidence popped up
They too have a holiday the same as us
And call it, The Celebration of Breathing Fire
His mom and dad said yes to dinner
But we couldn't put him in a bundle bag
As dragons don’t like to suffocate
We were so happy to find our talking friend called Teddy
That we could no longer think of serving him as food
Next to the turkey or even as a side dish
Because he was so polite and oh so civil
We simply had him as our guest for dinner
The moral to my story is
Eat your dinner but don’t eat your friends
The end

Created on 10/18/14 for- Fable to the Rescue – Poetry Contest


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Who Though

Who would have thought the girl with the bright smile and joy enflamed in her eyes 
Sits' in the corner crying herself to sleep every night 
Who would have thought the boy walking the halls always giving a hand 
Wishs' that when he sleeps the gentle light may seep him off his feet 
Would would have thought the girl that ended her own life 
Was raped, beaten and bullied at both home and school 
Who would have thought our childrens children 
Have sought to use weapons and let eragancy become them making them a fool 
Who would have thought that no matter how we try for peace 
We show our children war is the answer
Who would have thought that our guidence
Has be clouded and no longer is pure 
Who would have thought teenage life is harder 
When your getting bullied or picked on in school 
Who would have thought that a person couldn't walk out of their house 
With out fear of being raped, shot, or stabed and death is finally at your door 
Who would have thought in life know a day's 
Death is more near to our lives then ever before 
    Who Would Have Thought


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Invisible

The screams so loud
That within their distance
People stand and cry
But the tears and screams
Invisible

The impact of the punch
A crater on a child's life
People shake their heads
But the punch and judgement
Invisible

Invisible screams
Invisible fears
Invisible lives
Torn apart in invisible times

Invisible child 
Not knowing where to turn
To escape what so many choose not to see

Invisible child
Sleeping in invisible arms
Where invisible child is desperate to sleep tonight

Only when they put a tiny body into a sack
The tape rings the place where at
All that was invisible before
Suddenly becomes a cause

Invisible the bruises that grew with the tears 
The fractured bones 
That lay alone
Invisibly

Invisible
The childhood crushed
Invisible
All the hatred that bleeds
Invisible
Those lost forever in the scream

Invisible
All those who beg to forget
For all that others could not see
To become invisible


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A lost child

As a child wandering aimlessly through the streets of life Looking for guidance and advice Wishing for love and understanding. Searching to find answers to the unanswered questions. With no one to turn to and no one to trust A child sits and cries lonely and unsure of life. Looks to the sky on a darkened night Using the stars as a map this time Is there anyone out there who cares what happens? When will someone hear the cries of pain and confusion? With little hope and no faith A child was saved by god’s grace. Showing himself through the hurt and doubt He reached his hand out He carried the child while showing love. He opened up his heart and his soul Holding a trembling hand of child’s shaking faith God said, “Do not be scared of the unknown” Walk with me and you will never be alone. I will protect you from Lucifer’s games And will give you the strength and courage it takes To face the demons you are running from on the streets Sinners are among you in this life But you have the grace of God tonight.


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One Soul

Eyes met
Souls a spark of recognition 
Children, with the love of a million years 
How could it be 

Since the moment his eyes touched her skin 
she looked like an angel of light 
A beacon to all that was right

From the second her eyes touched his 
he was like a warmth in the night
comforting yet dangerous 

Eyes met, they knew each other 
Skin brushed, their love erupted 
Betrayed by age and distance 
Thoughtless resistance

To tell the truth I knew 
that they were each others souls 
But is it too late to make them whole?


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Lost Child

The child was lost
Through no fault of mine
I wanted to have it
But it wasn't the right time
I hid my emotions
I didn't want to mourn
But I couldn't help it
It didn't want to be born
I didn't tell a single person
Until a long time after
Then someone close to me
Went and told the father
I'd had a miscarriage
And he didn't even care
If the child had been born
He wouldn't have been there
After he'd been told
And he talked to me
I cried for days on end
But my tears no one had seen
I shut myself away
And hid inside my room
I lay cuddling a teddy
I held it against my womb
But years have passed
I think I'm over it now
I know it never developed
But I still miss it somehow


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Birth of Rebellion

He was young, small, perhaps malnourished
Looking out from deep set eyes, rimmed with neglect
I could see, he wanted ...
To know why?
To know what? ... I did not know.

I sensed he was trying to form the words
And the questions in his mind
The words did not form on his unwashed face
He just stared.

I wanted to say: I understood
That I remembered, what it was like to be small
Surrounded by huge ‘Grown-ups
Pushed by bullies stronger than me, 
always in groups of three and whispered at 
by clean starched girls with bright blue eyes 
Laughed at or even worse, pitied.

Years later, I saw him again
Now he was taller and tougher looking
His jeans and jacket still reeked of poverty
His eyes deeper set yet, acne skin 
and oily pits around his nose.

He didn’t have that same searching stance
Now I could see he no longer cared
Now he was ready to fight
His fingers yellowed by cigarette smoke
His fingernails filled with dirt and grease
As was the collar of his shirt.

Shoelaces broken and then re-tied 
with a knot covering the shoes tongue
His own tongue tucked behind thin lips 
and decaying teeth.

Many years have since passed 
as I happened to see his reflection 
In the passing of a store front glass
Except, now I see, 
He was and has always been, me.


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Thanks for noticing book woman

This child is so evidently alone
Drenched with loneliness and overflowing of hurt
His mother’s not there and his father doesn’t care 
This child needs aid!!
Staring into his eyes I see excess desolation and absent affection 
Something is missing. Something isn’t there.
His demeanor so pleasing to the eye
But I see. I see that optimism has abandoned this child.
If he where mine I would walk with him, tell him a joke, or make him smile.
Please! Someone rescue him. 
I know tears of solitude massage his face when he attempt to rest
I know behind that smile hope is lost
I know he curses God for living in that orphanage.
Someone please help that boy!!! 
For that boy might be lost and never found. 
For that boy might attempt to find his way out of solitude through drugs.
For that boy might run away and never look back
If there is anyone that can hear me that little fellow needs your help!!
Look at him sit in that corner as if not a thing is wrong
Look at him continue. How can he continue like this? 
The book lady looks him in the eye and to see his eyes quiver with sorrow. It’s ok as he cries.
Someone’s here. I’m here. We will be.
Thank you for noticing.
(I was just flipping through some old photos and saw a picture of me a few days before I met 
my foster parents.  Viewing the picture when I was in the orphanage is my eyes looked so 
full of anguish and sorrow all I could think was “thank you for noticing”)


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Snapshots of a Nightmare

Click

In the dimming light of her bedroom,
a child sits facing the wall in her bad chair.
She has to go potty, but she doesn’t dare.
So she stares at the wall in the gathering gloom.

Click

Her mind is swirling with fear as the curtains billow in the wind,
lightning streaks the night sky like a strobe light out of sync,
clipped exposures of the little girl shaking on her chair,
waiting for what’s coming with the thunder.

Click

The doorknob turns . . .
A wedge of light blinds her.
The witch stands outlined in shadow on the wall before her.
The child is no longer there, gone in the wisp of a blown out candle.
The wind and wickedness pursue her into a vileness she cannot bear.

Click

Circling in the broiling sky
is the nightmare that haunts her dreams,
Her little legs move as though caught in an undertow, dragging her back . . .
Screams choke in her throat.
The evil comes,
riding its burning broom on the thunder - screeching her name like a banshee.

Click

Screams pierce the night.
She promised herself she wouldn’t this time,
but the knife embedded in her back –
it’s the same every damned time.

Click. Flash.

Thirty years have passed and she has beaten the dream.
The spectre has left her and she is no longer afraid to sleep. . .

. . . except when the curtains billow in the wind
and lightning streaks the night sky

screams pierce the night.


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Boys Will Be Boys

The stars reached back
Each night
When I prayed that I would wake up and the pain would be over
And that everything everyone had ever said to me
And every name they had ever called me
Was all a bad dream
The worst, shittiest nightmare of a dream
That never ended
No matter how many times I fell asleep
Because sleep was my escape
But escapes don’t last forever 
And dreams don’t last forever
But nightmares can last forever

But, no matter what, I can’t help you
You miserable excuse for a friend
You ruined what I was
You hardened the face that once smiled 
The face that used to light up a room
Had been hardened to stone by a society 
That believed that “gay” was synonymous with “weird”
And that “bully” was synonymous with “joke”
But the fact is you were the joke
The joke that kept replaying in my head
And laughing at me
Even after the jokes had stopped the joke kept going
The joke was me; I was a joke to everyone, even myself
And my dad would joke that I should man up
And my mom would joke that the other kids were insecure
And my brother would joke that he made it through
And everyone else would joke that “boys will be boys”
But I didn't see the joke in any of it
There was no joke in my tears
And there was no joke in the forty pounds I lost when I stopped eating

You just can’t get enough of the pain
But your pain doesn’t have to be my pain
So, so what if boys aren’t supposed to cut themselves?
And so what if boys aren’t supposed to cry?
And so what if boys aren’t supposed to be the ones who become anorexic?
I’m a boy and I did it all
And what can you say about yourself?
You’re a sad excuse for a boy
So put away the guns and fists
And pick up a pen and a paper
And figure yourself out
Before you tear someone else down to their foundation
And let the rain ruin their ability to stand themselves

And I think
That the healing came
When I realized that someday you would be on the bottom
And someone would tear you down
And you would sit there as the rain poured in
And you would drown in your regret
And I would still send out a life jacket for you
Because you ruined the outside smile
But you didn’t ruin the inside faith
And the faith got me through
Because tomorrow is brighter
And the sunshine does come after the rain


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Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


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Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. 

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all


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Every Child Has a Dream... Every Child Wants to Be Loved...

Every Child Has a Dream…

They want to be a “grown up”…
They want to get married like mommy and daddy did…
Become a “mommy” or “daddy” as a young child would say…
Become a doctor, firefighter, or ballerina…
They want to be like mommy and daddy…
They want to marry their mommies or daddies…
Become the president…
Become older, (like their big sister or brother)…
They want to live and see the world!

Every Child Wants to Be Loved…

Not every child does…
Not every child has a mommy and daddy…
Every child wants love…
Every child deserves love…
Not every child gets love…
Not every child gets a chance to live the life they want…
Every child knows what love is….
Every child has someone out there that would love them…
Not every child knows there is someone that would give them the love they deserve…

Every child has dream… 
Every child wants to be loved… 


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Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger






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A Mother's Tears

How many tears does a mother cry?
I think too many for anyone to count.
A mother cries when her child is born.
She cries of joy, because now she has 
someone to love and someone to hold.

When that child gets sick, a mother cries
until that child gets better, that aliviates
her heart. When that child grows up and 
goes wrong, a mother cries tears that come 
from the soul and heart.

Does a mother ever stop crying? No - a
mother will cry through out  her life. She
will cry for that child that has gone worng.
A mother always wants the best for her 
child. Sometimes it dosn't happen and a
mother cries in silence.

Her soul is wet from tears that fell like rain.
She has no rest night or day. Sometimes a
mother cries of joy too. She wants to die 
before her child, if not - a mother will cry 
more tears until she leaves this world. This
time - she has no more tears.


Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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Grandmother's Hand

I saw a picture just once a long time ago
I don't know the artist's name or from where he came
But the image I'll never forget, that much I know
I hope its beauty to you I can explain
A small child's hand reached up so round and small
Bashfully grasping from seemingly no where at all
Towards what appeared to be his grandmother's hand
Weather worn and wrinkled hanging down 
Tattered clothing and swollen knuckles, calloused palms
Yet still reaching
Reaching to guide and help yet another young life
Who still needed her strength
Their fingertips touching, left me wondering
Would she live long enough for him to grab hold?

©Donna Jones
2-25-2013



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- Human Trafficking -


    A little baby girl is born
    Dark hair brown eyes - so beautiful
    The mother weeps for her little baby girl
    Her fate is already determined
    and her mother thoughts you will never get
    She is the fifth child in the family
    One boy and four girls
    Mother and father are proud of their son
    Girls - makes no pride
    Three girls are already promised a price
    Human trafficking and child abuse
    How much is the fourth girl worth






02.02.2014
A-L  Andresen :)

(3 th in the contest)


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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!


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Invisible Child (Vignette)

Unseen, unheard, unmentioned,
man of the street,
a lone cry,
'Big Issue' but no-one stops to buy.
Cardboard cities come alive each night
while riches sit back watching HD TV.

*

Invisble families saying grace,
giving gratitudes over grey crusts of yesterday's bread,
not a dime to spare for a pair of shoes
and Nikes adorn the riches feet
while on their plate a salad of virtue.

*

Empty promises from nations before their bombs
and another child grasps the hand of his mother;
the lifeless hand, his only hope in the rubble.
Invisible child destined to be
another unseen man.


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A Gift Horse


In Australian vernacular
he was a ‘flea-bitten’ grey.
Not dappled like a dream horse
but speckled like a rock and not a 
fine large horse like Tom Cable’s
roman-nosed, “Major.”

Dad, had traded for him- two rolls of barbed wire
and a fence strainer.  He came with a used saddle
 and bridle and the high spirits of
 the seldom ridden.

Before he would let us mount him, Dad
knew he had to take the 'curry' out of him.
 Rode him hard, through a ploughed paddock.
Rode him until he stood in a foaming sweat
ears sideways, subdued.

I can’t forget being led, those first few rides
“Don’t let go of his head, Dad” I’m not ready
yet,” and I knew the horse sensed the trembling
 in my being, until one day his bone- jarring trot
 became a solved puzzle.
I felt a gathering- a sense of balance between the 
pony’s mouth, the stirrups and the reins
and from a secret fulcrum
I was posting, “Let him go now, Dad”
I shouted, and my heart and  soul were
 floated to some rhythmic magic.
Around the homestead once and back
I cantered
 
I pulled the reins, “Whoa boy!”

That first halt, obeyed,  filled my head
for days and days.

Suzanne Delaney


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My Mommy

	I trust my mommy,
She never leads me wrong,
At night she sings me
A go to sleep song.
	I love my mommy,
She holds me when I cry,
She tells me not to go to
Strangers and say, “Hi”.
	I honor my mommy,
She’s done so much for me,
She teaches me to help
My enemy’s family.
	I respect my mommy,
She teaches me right from wrong,
She helps me go through
Nights that are long.
	I copy my mommy,
She does what is right,
She helps me see
The world in a new light.
	I pray for my mommy,
She is humble and nice,
She does things for others
Not once but twice.
	I love you mommy,
For everything you’ve done for me,
You’ve taught me that the world
Is a ginormous family.


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Ripples In A Pond

Ripples In A Pond

A small stone
Tossed by a child in a still pond
The water splashes
Ripples move outward touching the shore
The rock falls to the bottom
It joins a million others just like it
The water smoothes to what it was
Did the child change the pond?
Did the stone make any difference?
Is everything just as it was before?
Even the smallest thing can make a change
That pond will never be exactly the same
Even if they cannot be seen there are changes
The water is a little bit deeper
There is a new piece of stone to join the others
Even the fish have less area to swim
Absolutely nothing is the same
If a single stone can change an entire ecosystem
What do you think a single idea could do
Once it makes its own ripples


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Behold The Moment

                                   Behold The Moment

                         Behold the moment,the future is here.
                         Our family is getting bigger every year.

                               The new child has arrived ,
                                    already loved by all.
                    
                          Hold this special baby close to you,to
                              rock away the fears and kiss away
                                               the tears.

                        Take in every moment ,to share in the joy.
                               Let me shout from the hill tops so 
                      everyone knows, our new child has all ten toes.

                         As the years go by and each one grows,
                        There is a new experince to be had by all.
                      A play ,a big game or off to college they'll go.

                          As we let go and they are on their own.   
                              Never fret they'll soon be home.

                         Down the road ,each child will enlarge  the 
                               family with families of their own.


                                 Anne Rutherford
                                  Copyright 2008 
                             Treasured Baby Series.




                       For Great Granddaughter Tesla.


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My name is Catastrophe

Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of dreary demented drowsy dump deep demented deny desires
with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed not to be here
herein two boys born to a numbnuts army husbodad and a 
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
what comes next in the uneducated female nonintuition of a
deaddad accidential with a pity piss payoff and a whatdoIdo anal attitude
totally in reverse of an arkansas hope of upheaveal. GDMFSOB, who could I/we haVE
BeeN in the assinine scheme of things with someone in an intersomewhateducated semistate of minimal MFconsciousness. We play the hand we are dealt in the vast unscheme of unness. 
WTF, and where/why does God take part and lessen a small boy's dream of donated dadhood by taking it away and leave him left to faulterflounder in a boyhood abyss. Dead, devoid, denied to the manmale circumstance of what the future folds to be delivered to doting descendents, like my three sons. with whom I struggled to 
shower, impart, enable, enbibe, instill, foster, enliven, and all that I did not experience yet faux provide with an inner soulsense to a measured milestone of mannered man manufactured love and tendered texture of all mine to give with that that is mustered macro from a micro counteanace of humocapped coperal deliverance. All's fair they say unless u have been there and then it's every man for himself---and then, I dare u to get in my way---------no holds barred, look out for I am a survivor, all the way.   
Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.


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THREE SHORT POEMS ON LIFE

SHARING A NEW BIRTH

Life begets life.
A Miracle takes shape 
beyond thinking, 
creating blessings. 
Bathe in its aura and
let the joy wash over you.
You are the recipient
Of the Creator's great glory.
flavored with amazing grace.

CAK 2-10-2013

SYNOPSIS:
A poem written to my niece
of the birth of her son.


LEAVING CANADA

I'm thankful not to be in Canada
Where sad memories live
it asked me for and demanded more
of what I could not give
if you ask what was it worth
for me to have taken the lower berth
I will not hesitate nor eplicate
the answer would be yes.

SYNOPSIS 
The lower berth is America.
I love this country and it gave
me the opportunities I needed.


CAK 11-16-2012


COIN TOSS

Wrong-right, being equal sides of the same coin
when tossed ends up blown by a blast of wind
and falls out of sight.

So who won the toss? Did it matter?
Knowing and not knowing, 
questions and non questions, 
to the flipped coin each has a truth all its own.

C.A.K. 1-10-2012

SYNOPSIS:

Could it be that the many sides of destiny are
found in other dimensions?  










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Midnight Lullaby

I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.

You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.

We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.

When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.

Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.

You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.

Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.


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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 ?


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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


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Blossoming

 

The Blossoming

Within shivers
Hot like
Ice
Hides he
Phantom yet
Passes her
Daily
Hides 
She
So shyly
Dark tresses
Unsure
Within
This
Diamond like
Shines
She
Tentative
Within
New
Ability
Halls grow dark
And 
Only
He 
Haunts her
This want
Disco ball
Of tentatively
She
Walks within new 
Wants
Cursed within
The 
Exquisite 
Like shards pang
Desperately
A lullaby 
I can
No longer
Bring
Hold her so
Close
Yet so far
Away
This new life
For 
In Solo
So
Exquisite
She sings

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Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college


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Unicorn Hoofprints

Unicorn Hoofprints 

One morning I awoke to find
 in  soft garden shadows
 mythical, unicorn, hoof prints 

How I imagined its perfect form; 
a magical horse with a spiraled horn
 stepping through a pink mist
 into my garden at dawn 

I decide I will hide
 where the first light
 slants through the trees
 my heart all aflutter, 
 waiting to see this miracle.
 

A rustle of leaves- 
I hold my breath - 
ready to face
 the impossible

Oh! Disbelief!  What do I see?
But two horse shoes attached to sticks
 and father planting mythical hoof prints 


Quiet as a fae I steal away
and later with wonder, I softly say 

"A unicorn has strayed, Pa Pa-
into our garden today."

Suzanne Delaney 


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Child's Dawn

As the darkness yields to the dawn to deliver the heart from any storm Of the blackness of the night so long Where my fears and sorrows do belong The new morn is a sigh of a brilliant song The child awakens with the light Ready to believe in the day’s warming sight To live and love with open arms And have no fear of any harms There is hope and charity in the new day Dreams and innocence are here to stay Sun sweet sun Come on, have some fun Chase the night away so the child can learn to play!


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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



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My Pet Parrot

A beautiful creature of god,

If trained can talk,
And likes to eat red chilli from its red mouth.

Green in colour,
And have very small eyes like tiny buttons.

When sleeps,turned like a ball,
And get up with a loud scream.

My favourite chilli eater,
I love it alot.


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For An Abused Child

If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...

I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music

And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...

Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage

I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...

And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums

... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes

I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks

I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...

I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You

Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew

So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured

Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"

* * * * * * *

But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had 
A Loving Mom & Dad

And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad


            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady


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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


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MY SEVEN BLESSINGS

God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of brilliance’s, a shinning note,
That strums across grandma's heart strings.
The second child is a testament to patience,
No instructions came with this wonder
Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside.
But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows,
She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight .
I love my problem child just the same.
The third times the charms, she is that for sure,
With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls.
Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the
Darkest moment with just a simple smile.
The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring,
A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ,
Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw
Has hers.
Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man,
But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable,
Then gold.
Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations
Future astronaut.
With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of
The pack in any game of life.
My youngest grand son Issac his name means,
Laughter and joy and in this it is so true.
Tiny but mighty is my little Bella,
With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes,
And mommy's brave spirit.
She'll take on the world someday.
And win by all hands clapping her on,
Me Maw's future Mrs. America.
Seven was born on grandma's birthday,
A special gift given unto me is my darling,
Trinity.
Who knows what the future will hold for thee,
But seven has always been my lucky number,
So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing,
In my life.

1.  The blessings gift is music.
2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity.
3.  The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile
4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance.
5.  The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 
6.  The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit.
7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune.
And when you add up all my many blessing,
What does a grandmother receive a full heart,
Hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Good night my little angels and sleep tight.
I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, 
Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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HAND IN HAND


It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows in your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky 
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, 
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.



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Isaiah

I believe I am born again...
There is nothing extraordinary,
just an uncle's old ramshackle house
with the only difference being
it is on an island in the middle of a lake
where I camped and fished as a boy
It is a small lake, full of brim and bass
The island is very tiny...

A usual gathering of friends and family
Normal everyday conversation
A cousin gets up for a drink and a snack
(Yes, yes of course he does!)
People talking and joking in the kitchen
Not important the general subject
or even who they are...it does not apply
I am there strictly to listen and observe
with senses amplified ad-infinity...

Flash. I am outside
I notice colors, shapes and sounds
thousands of times more vivid and sharp
though numbers no longer exist because
there is nothing to count or measure;
no clocks ticking to keep time
because there is no time to keep
No future, no past, only the Now
Only the perfect and eternal Present...

Flash. I am on the opposite bank
Fish hover, dart and fly in crystal waters
yet it is not water and they are not fish
Birds that are not birds swim in rippled air
The earth I stand on is no longer earth 
nor is anything or anyone else
because nothing has a name...

Flash. It seems
good and evil and all in between are no more
because there is no thought or opinion
Every action, movement, voice and word
makes pure and absolute sense
and my immortal mind simply sucks it all in
but is never filled...

Oh Isaiah I pray
Isaiah I pray and inquire of our God
our almighty and all-knowing God
our God of the Holy Trinity   

Isaiah is this the prophecy
Is this a glimpse of that realm;
that realm where the wolf dwells with the lamb
where the child plays at the pit of the viper
The child, the child....who is that child
that little child who shall lead them?
That chosen child, is this that child
that child of...

Oh Isaiah, Isaiah
I believe I am born again


Submitted for: Regina Riddle's contest  






 







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The Painted Sky

The litttle girl said with a tear in her eye
Where is the sunshine that was up in the sky?
Mommy said with a beautiful smile
Only God knows my beautiful child.
God has a plan.
I know for sure...
Please don't feel sad he'll send the right cure.
Oh my God, the little girl giggled out loud
As a cooling breeze blew away the clouds.
There in its place a rainbow so bright
A truly beautiful heart warming sight.....

A promise God made a long time ago
Decorated the sky with an awesome glow..

Mommy she said,God is painting the sky
The little girl pointed to the rainbow so high....
The rainbow just tells us 'We know whose in charge"
She takes mommies hand and looks up at the sky
A rainbow she said
God painted the sky...........


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Sweet child of mine

The stars they used to bring tears to my eyes
Dark skies, I cried as I prayed for daylight
You were my fragment of pain
I became swallowed in memorys of darkness
That used to come and go so haunting, the loss of you
Still is killing me, for you were gone so suddenly..

My first child
My first love
Now all I have left
Are the stars above
Not to mention
The glow of the moon
That always reminds me
That you were taken too soon
Tears fall down my cheeks
When your name is spoken, that's when 
These demons become awoken
The heartbreak
The despair
Losing your child
Is too much to bear
Sleepless nights
Dreams full of terror
Seeing the pain in your eyes
Everytime you look in the mirror

I can look at the stars now
With hope, instead of pain
You my child, did not die in vain
You will live through me, glow bright star
Glow.. Glow for me
And for all of 
The mommys to see
Be my guidance, keep me from the ledge
To you child, this I pledge:

I see your glow and I can now smile
Though I might shed a tear every once and a while
Just because, I'm missing you
But I promise I will pull through

Thank you spirits
Thank you stars
For welcoming my child
With open arms
Keep him safe
Give him love
And let him know I am with him
Everytime I look above..


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My Food

I want pizza,
from the pickles to olives,
I crave some food,
from pepperoni to cheese.


I want macaroni and cheese,
from elbow pasta to rigatoni,
I crave some food,
from cheddar cheese to parmesan cheese.

I want ice cream,
from chocolate to strawberry,
I crave some dessert,
from whipped cream to a cherry on top.


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Life is so precious, so hard to keep

Life is so precious, so hard to keep.
Daddy died, a baby were discovered.
Secretly growing in my young daughters body.

A mixture of all cultures, all races but my first chance at a legacy.
The clashes in the mixture were brutal.  
The blows were deep.  
The killing words, the verbal harassments, the evil projected onto white faces.  

A beautiful child, chubby cheeks, vibrant smile, loving nature searching to be accepted by those she loved.  Asking little with so much to offer.  

Oh how I love that child.  
I want to protect her.  
I want her to be safe.  
I want her to know that someone loves her unconditionally.  

But it is not about me..
She is now an adult...
I have no right to her business...
I can not save her life. 

 Whether this love can be transmitted over thousands of miles is the question.  
Whether she feels this love...and the love of God that can pull her through.  

My beautiful child. 
 Please find that strength. 
 Please recognize the beautiful person you are.  
Please live.


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The Joy of Children

My Grandkids had a sleep over with me
we had such fun colouring and drawing
they are so delightful and lovely boys
we watched Nat geo wild a while

They were fascinated seeing the animals
loved watching the Osprey feeding his chicks
ten fish a day he had to catch to feed them all
Ryan said what a busy bird but he kept one for himself

This morning  we watched the Moray eels
as they swam around the wrecked ship
and a rare sight of them courting so gently
and saw the little Elvers swim away to sea

Means I was not able to write last night
or even to comment on others poems
at two, five and six they kept me very busy 
soon they will go home with my daughter

They asked can we sleep over again nana
we really like it at your home it's so fun
bless their little souls so innocent still
they brought much joy and happiness

I will feel rather blue when their mum
comes to take them back home
the house will seem so empty
without their laughter echoing


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Why do We do What we do do do

Where, oh where, is God? 
When will the man child stop …asking why
stop searching [endlessly] for the other, the greater, the bigger
the more glorious presence.

This constant need to see other than oneself as the source.
Even with a brain [and we know Frank Baum has told us 
only STRAW men don’t have brains] we refuse to SEE, 
refuse like a baby forced to eat mashed peas.
We make our children…are we their God’s? Hell no!

We name this Creator… for man is nothing if not a naming being…
[The father says DA..the baby says DA! Daddy says cat, baby says CAT!]
It cannot exist for us without a naming, a judgment, a categorizing..
We cannot GROK it [as Heinlein Christ character, Valentine Michael Smith 
illustrates for us in Stranger in a Strange Land].
For something, someone, has to have made us, yes? no?
Oh yes, and they had to consciously decide to make 
something as marvelously special as us, didn’t they? it?
* Please referr back to verse 2 line 5.

Where oh where is God? When will the man child stop,
stop searching for the teat, stop the blame game,
accept the responsibility for fouling His own nest.

Why does God have to look like us? 
Does everything we create look like us? [The light bulb, the car? poo?]
Does that mean there is NO prime genitor if He/she/it doesn’t look like us?
Wait..wait..all of Creation manifests differently, eco systems need diversity to
maintain homeostasis! 
Yet we bawl…like babies..WHY are You killing me!
Why must I die? What mutant child have you given me 
this spawn of Satan! 

This prime genitor, this God, this be all, end all, know all, BEING,
this omnipotent source either is outside or us? or inside of us?
or we are inside of it? And if it knows us not …
If like the amoeba, it simply divides to exist, absorbs to exist, excretes to exist.
Why do we insist on worshiping it? Does it Know us?
Does it know all of its creations including man?
Is it an active participant in its own creations?
Refer to the book of life, the planet earth, the solar system,
the structure of an atom …
Use the brain you were given 
for YOU are not a Straw Man.



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My sweet cherry blossom

                                 When I first saw you
                                  In your moms arms
                              How fascinating you are!
                             My sweet cherry blossom
                          My God sent Gift from above.
                        Joy poured from my eyes when
                      I heard through the small key hole
                  Your  first awakening call, music I adore
                My little lamb, step by step you will crawl to
         This vast mysterious place known as “Our Human World”

                              I cannot wait to glide you,
                           On the rainbow up in the spring sky
                          And bathe you with diamond dew drops
                                 In the rising golden Sun
                       I want to carry you to see how the clouds float
                      Like a fleet of sheep below the highest mountain
            Beneath the golden sun beams glitter the ripples of the ocean
                         To make your cradle soft and perfumed           
                I will collect all the flowers bloom  In this entire world                                                 
               My pink Rose will be the queen of whole floral kingdom     
                            
                            I cannot wait until you grow up
                     And race with the wind on a mighty stallion 
                        To witness the prince charm carries you
                            To your throne in his golden chariot
                                    Oh! My sweet angel!
                                  I’ll be the luckiest Gran
                                  If only God permits me!













































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Dad made cookies

She bolts in the house after a hard day at school
Throws her books down and heads to her room
Texting and Snapchat is what the girls do
Not wanting to do chores til she's in a good mood
She hasn't heard mom yelling for her
She wonders what's wrong
 and runs down the stairs to check
Mom isn't around but she smells something good
She heads to the kitchen to see what it is
It's dad with an apron and a big ole grin
He came home early to make her a treat
Giant chocolate chip cookies for her to eat


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White Shoulders

I am her child again...
I'm wearing my pink flannel pajamas, the ones with tiny roses.
I'm curled up in the middle of her big four-poster.
And watching her dress for the party.
She has just fastened the clasp of her gleaming white pearls
It isn't often that she has an occasion to wear her pretty lace dress
The dress that shows off her porcelain white shoulders  
        
The most exciting thing my parents usually do.. 
                                            is to go to the movies. 
Watching Errol Flynn, as he swash buckles his men through the Sherwood forest.

But tonight is special! They are dressing up!
And she looks so beautiful!
She has pink cheeks, and red lips, and her hair is shining in auburn curls.
Oh!  How different, how wonderful, my mother looks tonight!
When only an hour ago, she was standing at the kitchen sink,
                     wearing that threadbare apron
Tonight she looks like one of those Hollywood ladies
           that grace the cover of her Photoplay magazines!

She's slipping on her high heeled shoes, 
           then she reaches for her White Shoulders perfume.
"Here, darling girl", as she reaches over to me
               and puts a dab under each of my ears.
She kisses my forehead, and says  
 "Be good for Grandma".....
          "See you in the morning. Love you Sweetheart. Sweet dreams".

She tucks me in, turns off the light...
 and I am her child again, 
    safe, and warm, and filled with the knowledge that I am loved
            drifting away on a cloud of White Shoulders.......
                           
Oh...to be loved like that just one more time....
                   of being wrapped in the fragrance of her love

                            Oh...    if only for a moment I could be her child again.....



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("White Shoulders" was my mother's favorite scent to wear...


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BABY GIRL

To 3/256 Cherokee Girl

Cute like the fly sun and with paddy curl hairs similar
From those summertime fields blow over her in full swim
And it fits in her small understanding
In front of this Adoptive Indian law
She grows like a lovely calf wondering it should not be.

Upon uplifted petals of her big eyes of half-brown
Indian bloom India Baby Girl a battle of love
And parents’ nightmare is breaking out for months
And the entire globe’s eye could see the idea
Of making a direct pain within her tender heart
And it does not matter you and I shall become
A parent and parching stirs and twist about father’s rights
He does not have it any more.

Flying among twinkly stars in faith
For the 3-year-baby girl the notion but a father’s lack
of Autumn and over the whole prairie shimmering
A compelled of him an Indian loves or ground
To the child he never felt before.

I think of those parental days of affection and love
When the Baby Girl was small and wanted it most;
Standing now in the sea of gestures, you great chief have missed
A cut generation goes by, and your conscience from what that weary buffalo
Love cries it certainly does not exist in your heart anymore.

Baby Girl!
Let us pray because I am going to take you home
Where you will be safe.
Baby Girl!
Let goes and come at last to understand
You and I and the prairie Mother
Always we are going to love you.


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Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Portrait of My Grandfather

Written by Gail DeBole on January 26, 2013

Whiskers and wisdom all in one. 
Generously and gently protecting us.
Every grandchild thought they were your favorite.
You in your long johns at night.
Joking during the day like Groucho Marx.
Sleeping in your favorite chair.
Smoking smelly cigars that callously killed you.
And yet I treasure one of the boxes left from those smelly cigars.

The farm was not the same without you.
We were not the same without you.
I was too young to know.


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Tiger

Sly quiet slim fur
Sneaking through the trees
The only one that likes water


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Unicorn

Mythical animal
A single horn
From the center of its forehead
Beauty in its essence


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Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard


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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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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


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The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


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Dont spite the child to hurt his dad

~Don’t spite the child to hurt his dad
This practice is both harmful and sad
~And you wonder why he’s always mad

~He loves him as much as you 
Was by your side while in your womb he grew
~Raising a child takes more than one – it takes two

~You left them alone when you were in school
You trusted he knew what to do
~Now you’re not with him you change all the rules

~Why rip out his heart to soothe your pain
Why play these childish games
~In him rage and fury is what remains

~Take note; this battle you may have won
If the tables turn you better run
~This damage just can't be undone

~Please think about the long run
Put your anger aside and think of your son
~His father loves him more than anyone…

Lay



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Animal

My mom calls me Lion
Because I’m the king of my domain.
She also calls me Tiger
Cause I’m horrible to tame!
My father calls me Monkey
When I jump up on the bed.
He thinks I’ll trip and fall,
And then I’ll bump my head.
My sister calls me Fruit Fly,
Cause I like to steal her food.
I also like to buzz by
And annoy her like one too!
My brother calls me Cheetah
Cause I always beat him when we race.
He also says it’s cause I have freckles on my face.
I even think my dog thinks I’m something too
Because he always barks at me when I come into the room.


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Self Knowledge in the Aftermath

 
I remember now. Something was heavy, a winged
dragon that refused to fly from my chest
My eyes were secret mirrors, or a doomsday judge.
I remember morning as a flighty horse,
or like a new school year,
that first careful sentence written on a page.
 
Time became a sequel. Roads were rootless trees
racing by - Fog an x-ray – the night, annoying as a fly.
I had a misconception and her assumptions followed 
every stray dog. I quivered hollow with a frantic yellow zest.
I ate from a dish of nutmeg.
 
I woke to the sound of dying frogs, impossible spiders
trapping rainbows in their webs, the nebulous orbit
of knick knacks in the room, my reach
too small for a mother’s heart.
 
Her seeds had such an element of surprise, her 
plum lipstick, the zing of frayed nerves
she mocked death with a cup of sunshine
she kept an artist’s palette - adding
color to existence
 
Too late, the impossible demand on angels
Each bitter thought the baroque decomposing
of an empty optimism
My keyless lock - emotion


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When?

The child,
The child asks,
The child asks when?
And God answered,
Soon, my child, soon!


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Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


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Dreams Of Fallen Idols (An Unpublished Thank You and Ode To Walt Whitman)Pt2

The answer has been my motivation,
keeping me awake through the night,
keeping me in love with my passion,
the language of my forefathers,
The answer has been given, inspiring
those before and after his own words,
Yet it rests clear as day in one
of Uncle Walt's most prized pieces,

The answer is my reason for choosing 
to be any and all that I am,
The answer is the most beautiful
phrase known to my amateur ears,
The answer, I say, as he comforts me,
as I begin to tear up from his guidance,
"To contribute a verse"
"To contribute a verse!"

I answer proudly to  my most revered teacher,
And as if new sight has been given to me,
wiping eyes, I make a promise to my fallen idols,
Saying with the fury of fire in my follicles
"To contribute a verse, and by a child's love,
a man's honor, a student's respect, and a writer's creed,
I intend to...I must...
I shall...I promise..."

With new confidence I am child and man,
With new hope I am afraid and fearless
A child of my ancestors, a man of my word,
Afraid of failure, yet fearless on my journey,
An impossible journey that ends at death,
For death decides if my promise is protected,
Waking to see the world as a blank page, 
I will blindly find my way to immortality,

Not for glory, not for honor,
Not for praise, nor for fame,
Merely for a promise to yesterday,
and a responsibility to tomorrow,
With hope, I walk toward the unknown,
unafraid of the outcome of my travels,
With intentions of contributing a verse,
and  more importantly, finding myself ,
within my own words...


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First Love

Outside the sterile nursery I stood,
looking in.
So many snuggly swaddled newborns asleep in little plastic cribs;
my eyes hungered for only one . . .

A nurse was bathing you,
removing the remnants of the nest that formed you.
Her face filled with wonder and adoration.
"Is this one yours?"
Soundless question behind glass . . .
"So beautiful!"

I had watched your head crown between your mother's legs;
rapt . . . awaiting the first glimpse of your face.
A mass of wet black curls and then your eyes;
you were born and I was smitten!
Unexpected, the rush of brand new love I did not know existed.

First grandchild!
You opened the door to a different world,
love wild and fierce,
protective and totally absorbed.

Four more times that door has opened,
love's arrow piercing my heart . . .
when you hurt,  the pain twists  within me.

You are the soul sunshine I crave,
my grandchildren.

September 18, 2014


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Naughty Boy by Briton Riviere

The long dark winter had expired 
And spring with its vibrant colors was here
I was enticed by the great beauty of the outside
And planned to feign a headache after lunch
While my tutor, Mr. Hobart showed great concern
He gave Instructions that I not be disturbed
As I would be taking a long, quiet nap after noon

I do admit, I concocted a lie to later make my escape
I was free to chase dragonflies with lucent wings 
Clear across the vast green lawn 
Catching bull frogs in the garden pond
And listening to Old Ned tell those tall tales 
To his eager audience down at the stables
Never did I realize that I could be found out

I do not regret my adventures of that afternoon
It was the most enjoyable time I had had in a while
Now I face the circumstance of my deception
I was given a choice of punishment…
Either to spend three afternoons confined to the library
Or have the incident relayed to my parents abroad...
I have chosen to remain within these dark drab walls 


Bored to no end, that I am!
However, I must say that I have learned my lesson 
And through my fault, Rover, it seems is confined as well
My faithful old hound sympathizes; he understands how I feel
He gives hugs to console me whenever I am close to tears
I know how much he loves me as he never leaves my side
Not even when we know very well, that I have been a naughty boy
~*~
7/7/13

Note:  Inspired by the "Naughty Boy" Painting by Briton Riviere. (Google)
fineartamerica.com/.../naughty-boy-or-compulsory-education-briton-rivi...?


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Champion

We walk talk like champions in the streets of nowhere planting seeds birthdays turn into funerals the life cement was not strong enough to build our hopes or blessings that petrol drive through our hidden abilities we all have spare wheels that God personally manufactured for us and He made education our only air filler for flat tires and this is why we don't stop and breath on our way to our dreams before we get admired right at this moment sum1 is getting cured through the love of spoken worded words laying clear pictures and he could name us life pitchers with endless scriptures and that's for his ears as he turns to be the world's champion


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My Live Doll

I have a live doll. 
She curtsies and twirls, dances.
Farts and says excuse me through a giggle,
Poops and pees,
Is anatomically correct. 

Little blonde doll, 
I comb her hair but it is always wild,
Sometimes I’d like to carry her by it
But I never do.

My live doll
Smiles and sings songs
Has multiple sayings from her pull-string: 
I love you,
Please and thank you,
Mommy and Daddy,
F*&% or fork.
(We aren’t quite sure.)

My pretty doll,
She is fully posable 
Has multiple outfits: 
Pink dresses, blue jeans, 
Pajamas for night.
She came with a certificate.

My darling doll,
I hope the world 
doesn’t rip off your limbs 
and forget you under the bed.


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THE COLORS OF LIFE

Bombs explode.
Conflicts in night
CNN reports of terror. 
Lives being scrutinized
A blood bath
The colors are everywhere.
Scores of eyes look around scared.
The code is RED.

In desperation, stands a child.
His arm is bleeding.
He is begging for his life.
A blood bath lay before him.
His eyes are scared.
He hiccups and he was left there.

His colors of life are psychedelic.
He sees the code.
He freaks out.
He rolls around intoxicated.
He forgets for a moment himself.

A little girl hallucinates.
Her father and mother ran away.
They shouted to her, “Hide any place.
Your life with us is no longer safe.”
She seeks a hole under a shed.
The terrorist left her there.

The colors of life are a child’s demon.
In darkness, you can hear them scream.
Their parents give the code.
Once given, a child world becomes cold.

Infants are shot.
She died.
Her twin did not.
The terrorist left uninformed.
The clock ticked another baby's life - gone.

The colors of life are a child’s mourn.
They lives are forsaken by those grown.
In time of trouble, they must take care of home.
The colors of life are obligatory.
The code is BLOOD.
_____________________________|
04/12/2014


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Time To Say Goodbye

Today you are leaving 
There will be no tearful goodbye
I won’t stay in the airport lounge 
You won’t see me wave and cry
Now you have your own life
Though it’s far across the sea
Settled into studying at university
We have no wish to hold you back
Just spread your wings and fly
Remember we are here for you
Though we are now miles apart
Son we love you and I will miss you
From the bottom of my heart.


Jan Allison
24th April 2014-04-24

The title is from a song I adore by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman


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Lost Days Of September

The lost days of September are the ones I can't forget. Some of them were happy, yet " others were sad. Still, those lost days keep coming back. It happened many years ago, when I was still very young. I remember being in love. I thought life was sweet and the world was mine. Everything was going good. Everything was beautiful. I used to be happy, but time don't stop. September was over and I found myself being alone. Sometime in October - I found out that I was going to be a mother. It was something I didn't expect, but I accepted. I use to wonder - what happened? I don't know, but each year in September, those lost days keep coming back to me. I was left alone to raise my child and the years passed. Now in my twilight years, my child is grown and I am here with my memories. Each year when Fall is about to start, those lost days of September keep coming back to my mind. It was in those days of September that my daughter was concieved...
09/06/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo comments: Just a little something about my life.


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A Toy Brings the Ugly Me Out

He sits on top a dusty shelf;
his care when he showed none.
I think you gave me your
unwanted gifts.
And yet this
the only thing
you gave my family,
better than a beating.
I forgive you because
you are a fellow human,
but I hate you.
I hate how you remind me
that my family is jealous.
I hate how I have to hold
onto you; I don't want you.
You old, dusty,
boxed race truck;
I don't want you.


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Dance the hidden language of the soul-w

Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance in the moon light with stars in sight
Dance to the smiles, in the shadows of love
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.

Dance is a short cut to happiness and ecstasy
Dance-a folk dance is the only universal language
Dance is a relatively safe form of intoxication.
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.

Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Dance with impersonal and graceful arabesques
Is nothing but a sort of gymnastic drills
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic

Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
But if one considers concentrating their minds
Leading the body in the rhythm of desired emotions
That which expressing the feelings of experiences.

Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Those converting the body into fluidity are
To surrender it to the inspiration of the soul
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic

A performing dancer is endowed with essential gifts
A body beautiful, grace of line, spirit gracious
Joy in the art, ability to please, unswerving
Integrity, relentless ambition for abstract perfection

Not mere translation from life, but it is life itself.
It’s a communication between body and soul
To express what is too deep to find for words
It’s a poem of which each movement is a word.

Dancing is nothing but dreaming with your feet!  
Our truest expression is in dance. Bodies never lie. 

=====================================
9-7-2010
Eighth place winner in
Contest : Dance


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Lost

hot summer we stand in the cemetary
I wanted you to wait
until I could be there
wait for me

a lost child is the lost center of your heart

imaginable nighmare
days click by as with any grief with any death
but this one
oh I know
but

a lost child is the lost center of your heart

I'll always be missing


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The Child

With curious eyes, we survey you
Desperately trying to see the conceal potential
The actuary
The cardiologist
The Judge
The pilot

With pleading eyes, we beseech you
Desperately trying to spare you future mishaps
Disappointment
Embarrassment
Shame
regrets

With caring eyes, we comfort you
Desperately trying to see if you have learnt your lesson
Compassion
Embrace
Forgiveness
Encouragement

With accepting eyes, we discover that YOU
are a bi-product of US!


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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



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Disappearing Childhood

Once all I wanted was to.....
Grow up,
Fend for myself,
Have a job I chose,
A job I loved;

Now I am not so sure....
That I want the responsibility,
The power;

I am starting to wish that...
I had not wished my childhood away,
I had not squandered it,
I could stay young forever;

But I don't think the child in me......
Ever has to leave,
Or grow up forever;

As I grow up....
The black and white world is bolder,
The world of grays I knew as a child is fading,
The soft grays of myths and legends are turning to the harsh black and white 
Everyone believes in,
The black and white world is solid,
And can be proven,
The gray is little more than cotton fluff in a gale;

My childhood is disappearing before my eyes....
I will miss the freedom,
But I will never lose the child in me.


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Fathers

               
                                                       Fathers
                                  Fathers have to learn, so they practice
                                                on their first child.
                                From the first bottle to the first diaper change
                                              to all the sleepless nights.

                                The first 'daddy' said by their precious child will
                                     be forever etched in their mind and heart.

                                  All the big events in the child's life is like a story
                                                   that is stored in your soul.

                                  Down the road of life there will be many days of 
                                      pleasure given to child and Father to share,
                                     so keep the book open in your mind to write
                                                           it all down.

                                  As one day the child turns into a friend and a
                                       person , grown with a life all their own.



                                                  Anne Rutherford
                                                   Copyright 2008
                                               Treasured Baby Series

 


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Lucinda

Her name is Lucinda, a mere child, just turned fourteen
This hapless woman child, born of the blood of many lands
Conceived of youthful passion, in a moment of youthful lust  
She arrived unplanned, unwanted and unloved, as no child ever should
Like you and I she has her hopes, her dreams, her needs and her plans
Here before us stands, this lovely child on the cusp of a blossoming womanhood
Abandoned by those who should care but who are oblivious to
Her wants, her needs, her dreams
Cast to the hands of fate to drift alone upon these savage streets, alone to face the night
You know they found her early Sunday morning, at early morning light
Lying silently in the crimson blood, the blood that once had held her precious life
Her name was Lucinda, a mere child, a lovely child, just turned fourteen
Cry a tear for her, SCREAM.


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LAGNIAPPE

In a corner of the town, stands a building of antiques.
Not an ordinary building but one that percepts the imagination;
sense datum begins and a scene takes place.

I am transpose to my great grandmother days.
I see the rocking chair that she owed 
and the Raggedy Ann Doll given to me by her.

She is telling the store’s owner about his antiques
that this rocking chair was her favorite piece.
Oh, and she would like this doll for her grandbaby.

She said she wanted several rooms of furniture.
All must be vintage like her.
However, do not think of her as old.

She was short and plump with olive skin.
Her hair radiance gleamed.
Her smile meant everything.

She almost forgot my small gift that is when she shouted Lagniappe.
_______________________________________/
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name: Antiques


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Message in a Bottle

The child of God, which is you, is deceived indeed.
He sees his love spat upon by mindless opinions,
only to realize he himself is the one who spits.

What do you seek so desperately from the world?
The Love of God knows you as you truly are.
Stop hiding from us, we can ALWAYS see you.
Stop hating us, we always love you.

Don't be sick anymore.
Sickness attests to who you're not, slain on the corpse of who you are.
Your monster hates you
but it isn't real.

Just cross the border, let your fear go for a few minutes.
Hear the Voice inside.
Let It dictate how you will act from now on, in love and in grace.
Relax, put your feet up.
The fun is just beginning.

You know the drill, are well trained, and have shown tremendous accomplishment.
The next step is discipline. 
You are worthy only of love.
All else is folly.
You know this to be true.

Your guilt is meaningless.
The shadows are gone.
You have seen the light of day Yoni, you just don't know it yet.
Forgive yourself, the child of God still Lives.
He is much happier than you have ever been.
Forgive Yoni, this is your world.
Make of it what you will. 


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In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


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It Isn't Arcadia but It's Darker Than Hell

This is where death is the child and I it's Laborious hand holder

Jagged night, lean souls
blackened sight in the martyr moon
crooning crows and brazen ravens tear the skies through

Crooked grins and demon walkers make the evil hallow
and the meek surrender

Beads of fear saunter a stream's pace down my tired countenance
The weary die. Her voice bleeds a susurrus...
"Doth thou arrest my poison...my heart...my love"
I only reply true "May I arrest the blade of my weary foe before I arrest thy poison kiss"

There is a place where the mad prophets speak
Where god speaks confused tongue
Where Babylon is anew

This is where death is the child and I it's laborious Hand-Holder


-Kalonji A. Davis
2/18/2010


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A criminal child

                      A criminal child.

    


    A criminal child,what could be more annoying?
    Daily he fails the excellence of the cradle:
    His school fee he spends in beer parlour
    The hostel bill he  lavishes in the city casino,
    The cheque for books he exchanges in brothel.

   A criminal child,what could be more annoying ?
   He joins his gang to rob and flog his dad,
   He loots mum’s wardrobe for precious jewel,
   He goes under his mask and rapes his sister,
   He prays daily for their deaths to take control.

   A criminal child, what could be more annoying ?
   He turns his father to tenant in the house he built,
   He turns his mother to a staff in the firm she owned,
   He makes their cars memories of things of past,
   Their wardrobes now rags like falling banana leaves.

   A criminal child, what could be more annoying ?
   Every knock at the door takes them to firing square :
   Police they think, what again could he have done ?
   He puts tears on father’s cheeks hour by hour
   He implants sorrow in mother’s heart everyday.

  A criminal child, what could be more annoying  ?
  The prime’s toils  he squeezes down the drain,
  Though like horses they run, they lose the race ,
  While they snore in dreams, their waking hour is void;
  What can be more annoying than antics of a criminal child?



User’s name     : Kayod5.
Contest’s name: What annoys you.
Sponsor            : Frank H.
   





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Lip Service

A field of angry faces fume
with mouths agape as spittle flies
from lips best used for other tasks.

Upon the green , the rolling lawn of angst,
demonstrators wave paper placards. 
Group A never nearing Group B.
Flags drape the bandstand packed
with pomp and politicians give lip-service
to the trodden rights of man.

Unequal, but present, women, fe-males
present themselves in all manner of vehicles
from stroller to walker to wheel chair, we are here.
For one hundred years, we have been ‘given’
the ‘right’ to own property, 
but still
our labor is worth less.
Un-joined, un-backed,
if alone, many are left
in the ranks of the poor.

A field of angry faces fume
no child care, no child left behind,
inadequate health care, still we struggle on
in the twenty-first century,
where politicians preen and prance
and misuse our votes.

The divide ever present,
our ranks rife with unrest,
our creative powers used to shackle us
given only lip-service.

Still, we will prevail.



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Memories

Life is full of memories/
of times past/ and present/
times from my childhood/
of running in the rain/ crying/
because the raindrops were hitting me on the head/
and my mother calling to me/
I'm here/ don't cry/ it's all right.
Children chasing butterflies/ and playing
ball in the neighbor's field.
Watching the sunrise/ and the stars telling
me to have a good day/ just before they went
away.
Walking down a path at a summer camp/fishing in 
a favorite spot/and catching a bass that I'm still
talking about.
Building a raft with a best friend/ cutting trees and 
logs/ and floating them in a warm summer breeze.
Walking in the moonlight with a first girl friend/ and experiencing
our first warm kiss.
Holding hands and dreaming dreams/and walking barefoot down a dusty
road/kicking up dust/and feeling it sifting through bare toes.
Seeing a first born child/holding it tight in my arms/
looking into its eyes/ and seeing it smile back.
Hearing a child ask/ 'what are moonbeams, and where do they go?'/
Holding a child as it goes to sleep in my arms/
knowing that the world is all right/because daddy is near/
and there is nothing to fear.
Memories are mine/and wonderful to share/
as time races on/and grandchildren gather in my arms/
Watching them chase butterflies/and ask about moonbeams/
and rainbows/and catch a first fish/and tell me/.....
......I love you big daddy.


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Take Time

Slow down Son
Don't go so fast
Enjoy today, here and now
Planing, prodding, deciding
Takes time, and that's what you have

Enjoy your life 
Enjoy each day 
Feel the joy, feel the pain
Take time, that's what you have

They say Rome wasn't built in a day
Your life doesn't need to be either
Find your strengths, feel your passion
Take time, its what you have

You don't need to decide right away
Find out what feels good, don't stray
But if you do that's okay
Take time, for what you have

Build your life on your dreams
Set goals and follow full steam
Never give in to futility or whim 
Take time, for all you have

There may come a day when you say
I wish I could longer stay
But you'll need to move on 
Take time for all you can

Each day I see you become
Stronger where you've come from 
Learn from the past, slow down not so fast
Takes time to see all you need

No matter how fast
No matter how far 
I'm behind you all the way, 
Take time to feel what you need 


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Malala

Evil struck at school for her that day… A beautiful child, wise beyond her years Its aim- to silence her voice and put her away To end the good work she is called to do there Before that day the world had not heard Of Malala, only fourteen years old of Pakistan The local Taliban threatened but she never feared Her faith in God is strong and on that she would stand When the world first heard of the tragic story I wrote the poem “Taliban” and prayed with others We realized she was special, and did give God glory Today she’s alive! With a message- to love one another More Priceless is this jewel than any that Pakistan has seen It's the children like Malala who will build a better tomorrow Girls’ right to an education is her wish to obtain As untold health and wealth waits to replace her country’s sorrow ~*~


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The Gift of Giving

One fateful day an elfin child sat mesmerized by Santa’s Snow Globe.
For there before him was everyone in our great big world.
Now Santa saw him frowning as he went about his daily chores…
Finally Santa stopped… waiting for the child’s question to unfurl.
And sure enough, here it came, for a young child did ask it each year.
Santa, you have great magic… given from the great one above…
So why have you and he… not solved all the woes of the world?
The answer came quite simply as he, too, looked in the globe. 

If we solved everything for all the people of the earth…
Then they would learn nothing and become far worse.
They would want more, and fight greedily over all they do have.
My gift to these people is to simply, “Teach them how to give and to care.”
And I do so in so many ways each year:
I teach them by showing how much greater it is to give than receive.
I remind them there are others less fortunate, who need help to achieve.
And by allowing them to help the others who were less blessed…
I also teach them that working together is truly the best.
I show them how to carry these thoughts daily, as all they impart.
I teach them it can warm them, too, when they Share from their hearts.
And not every thing valuable, should be held in a monetary scheme.
I teach them that to be kind and to give is the best gift of all.
I teach them that to have family is the greatest gift that can befall.
I teach them to love both the large and the small.
I teach them to appreciate all that they have and are.
And last… I teach them how to live, this way as intended, all year long.

Now you see what a few toys, and a giving hand can do.
We change the every essence of these lands by the work of Our And Their hands, too.
The elfin lad gave Santa a hug so tight, as Santa leaned over to dry his eyes, then…
They Both thanked God for the all blessings they were allowed to teach …
In one night: on Christmas Eve.


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alcohol

woe to the spirit of alcohol 
that twists and turns corrupts your soul
woe to the darkness of your night
with bitter thoughts your mind does fight

woe to the child crying still
that can not hear the words you knew
with twisted thoughts inflicting pain
the child lost your lovers flame

As anger now begins to start
woe to your lost lovers art
whose pain I feel so deep
woe to the silence of the night

as angry words begin to speak
woe to your lost lovers
whose heart has turned to ice
you drank away the love you lost

each bottle has it's deadly cost
you striped the flesh from lovers soul
you empty nests that lovers hold
an empty cage an empty nest


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You Reached Down

You Reached Down


When my arms where getting tired
And the water was coming
Over my head about to drown
While all smiles had turned to frown
You reached down
And gave me your hand
And said my child come with me
I am preparing a wonderful land
Where the godly will be as
Numerous as the grains of sand
My child I will wipe away those tears
And always be near
So there is nothing to fear
I am now with you
Listen to me as I guide
And I will comfort you in these wicked times
You say My Child 
Go out and shine like a light
So all can see the one with all might
Is coming to gather his children
Bringing them home to unite


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Child of Mine

You are my love,
my hearts content.
you are my life,
a life ideal.
you are my joy,
and you are my happy.
happiness like no one else can bring.
you are my hopes,
and you are my dreams.
you light up my life.
you are my everything.
you are my fear,
and frustration.
you are my pain,
and you are my anger.
you bring out the best of the worst in me.
you are someone to blame,
someone to hurt,
someone who is no one who deserves the anger inside of me.
you are my child.

A child you should be,
I should love you as God intended.
I wish someday our bond can be mended.
I have made choices, i can not take back.
I can not make up for the motherly lack.
circumstance and situations have put me here,
feeling hopeless and living in fear.
anxiety has stricken me,
I have succumb to my disease.
giving up on what i believe,
I have become someone in need.
I can no longer give my love,
my patience has run dry.
my heart has grown cold, 
my eyes can no longer cry.

Forgive me for the mistakes I have made,
forgive me for the pain in your heart,
forgive me for the tears in your eyes.
I too am a child, learning how to become wise.

I love you child of mine


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The Volunteer, A Poem Inspired by HRH Prince George of Cambridge

'We have a future king to make,'
Said the deep, resounding voice.
'But it is not a proper fit for everyone.
For a king must know first how to obey than to command,
And to abide rather than reign.'

'And thus, I need a volunteer.'

The eager little voices swiftly gathered ‘round.
'To have a throne and my own crown,' said a little voice with delight. 
'A great palace for my home,' cried another, 'or a castle with tall ramparts.'
'I’d be above all others,' said yet another, 'that would surely ease one’s comparing mind;'
'And best of all, to be revered by everyone and through all time!'   

'Don’t fool yourselves with thrones and crowns,' said a little voice from the side,
'Do not haste into a choice you may regret for all your life!
I’d rather risk oblivion and even want, but be free to choose my fate,
What is precious life for but to discover one’s gift and thirst?
You take that crown and throne, and you forever renounce the greatest prize you own!'

There were no volunteers at hand for that grand, distinguished life.
The once lively little voices now stood silent, with cautious glances in their eyes.
Yet they began to move a little, but not to volunteer their fates; 
Someone was slowly coming forward all the way from far behind. 
Soon, one single little voice stood ahead of all the others, and with a thoughtful stare, it spoke:

'I overheard a story once
Of a vast and balmy river 
That braves across cold, stormy seas
So it can meet a fabled shore
And become one with it.

'Wearied from its long voyage, 
It crashes beneath the sheer cliffs.
And as its froth caresses the jagged rocks,
It echoes the green, velvety meadows above
Which gently cuddle the harsh precipice. 

'The wee, babe-in-arms coming king 
Will hold that fabled shore in him.
For he, though one sole man
Will stand for an entire land.
And in choosing this destiny
Of that fabled shore I also shall be,
For it will be a part of me, 
And I, humbly, of it.

'And then, there is the brave lad who in sheer fright,
Gathered all his nerve and leaped into the dark night
Over the unknown enemy’s laird.
Oh, how I would leap into the dark along with thee!
Though he is now long gone, he will live in me,
And I, humbly, in him.

'And the family who huddled deep beneath the ground
Through the terrifying shudder of the enemy’s raging rounds. 
Then, to rise again, and not concede.
I was in that shelter along with them,
And so were a million others who were yet to be!

'Such as the young boy now walking to school on a quiet country lane,
To learn his Scott, his Shakespeare, his Milton, and his Keats.
I will follow him close behind, and my own feet shall grow within his footprints.
It takes no less than each of them to make a king, 
And not more than lacking one to lessen him.
For a king, though one sole self, stands for all, 
And all do stand for him.

'I know that in choosing this path, 
I’ll forever relinquish command of my compass, 
And may never find out what I could’ve become on my own, 
Or what my true talent may be.
I will follow, instead, a course that has long been set,
By others, and not by me.

'But I have a strong hunch 
That if I don’t put myself first,
Or what I feel I’m entitled to do and to have,
And choose, instead, to be fair, as best as I possibly can, 
To those for whom I’ll be honored to stand,
I’ll eventually know who I really am; 
And will meet, one day, the man I am meant to become.'

'Thus, I volunteer 
To be the child who’s one day to be king.'

A newborn day blazed in the distance,
And a transformation was about to take place, 
As momentous as the invasion of spring,
The rising of the harvest, or a mighty winter gale.
Nearly two thousand babies were coming to life on that land, 
From that land, to that land, for that land, 
And a single one amongst them exalted all. 

Half a world away, a vast and balmy river 
Was setting out on its long voyage to a fabled shore,
And nearby, radiant sunlight battled gray, stormy clouds,
So as to break through and paint in brilliant and broad brushstrokes
The lofty Highlands below,
And thus, be reborn as shimmering glens and moors.


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Disconnected

 I wish my child could write a poem and open up his channels I need my channels open to
,because no ones  talking to me.  My loved ones and disliked ones whom have made their
transition,none of them will talk to me, they pay me no attention.  I need
communication,from the other side. I got channels to open,no ones talking to me...not even
my child.They gave my child a vaccination,which was so sadistic,they knew this batch of
medicine could leave my child Autistic.  So I called upon the ancestors to help
communicate. My babies like a zombie, there's no light in his eyes.  They told me that
he'd be just fine,but they were telling lies. The side affects were harmful,more harmful
than the cure, I hate what I am thinking now,I know my thoughts impure.  My child is now a
prisoner he is buried deep within,no wit,personality or charm.....That dag-Blasted 
Vaccination has caused my baby harm!  I would love to hear the voice of my disconnected
child,I call upon my ancestors ,but only the wind is blowing;Sadly I sit moping,alone.  I
call upon my forefathers/and mothers...I got channels to open,I try to hold my child ,my
hug is rejected,I want to reach my baby;But he is now Dis-connected!                     
                       
                                                                                         
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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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My Daughter Laura

You are so important to me
I hope you know how much
I love you
And this love gets stronger
And stronger each day 
we are together
You make me laugh
You keep the smile
on my face
You are funny, smart and beautiful
I know you are an
“Angel” that was sent to me
I thank God for you
Every day
Stay yourself and
Be yourself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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This guilt will never leave my heart

I watched you burn 
in the blazing fire
I heard your screams
I saw your tears
I knew I should've done somthing
But maybe I didn't want to
I know I shouldn't think like this
But you had it coming
And
I enjoyed your face that was full of horrer
I acted as if I was heartbroken when the police came
They said it wasn't my fault
But how wrong they were
You see
I started the fire
I was the one who watched my parents die
With absolute pleasure
Yeah
I'm in a orphanage
But who cares
Those bastards are out of my life
For good
And I made sure of that
Every night
I try to sleep
I try to forget them
But I am a child after all
They were my parents
And I...and I killed them
I'm cold blooded murderer
I try to do something
Except tell anyone
I may be a child but I'm not stupid
It's been years now
I still can't forget their faces
Their agonizing faces
I sometimes cry to myself
Thinking about it
No matter how many times I want to stop
I just can't
This guilt that I have brought apon myself
Will never leave
Even if I'm dead
It wont stop
Ever


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Hunger

Have you seen the hunger
etched in their sunken eyes?
Life all but lingers
where hope is completely lost.

With a frail weakened hand
reaching out for a morsel
probably their first in days.
When hunger pains
echo in their ears.

Barely there
a bag of living bones.
Each day a torturous
and continuous nightmare.
As they lie starving
in the streets and alleyways.

While we enjoy a meal
carelessly discarding 
that which remains.

When it could have fed another,
could have filled 
an empty stomach that night.
 

Have you ever listened
 to the weak and plaintive cries 
of a hungry child today?
As you dump 
your leftovers in the bin.
Your thoughts far
 from those left without.
As you refuse to eat 
the meal given to you,
when there are others out there
who are hungry too.


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Spirit unbroken

Dear loveless one

Your hatred may have left holes
in my emotions
and your fury unleashed scars
upon the spirit
you will never possess...
Even though your tongue dug my soul's grave
and your hands muffled my cries
and bound me in chains 
to sinking death as a child,
I kept on living for hope's sake.
You deafened my ears to joy's call
and love I passed by, oblivious
to its tender touch.
You blinded my eyes to the beauty
that was staring me in the face 
and stitched up my mouth 
to prevent your own shame 
escaping in audible screams...

Today my body rests in the ocean
and still you are troubled.
Why then?
You got what you wanted, didn't you?
You murdered your own flesh and blood
to compensate for your flaws.

You know... You know you can't run
from a past so dark.
You hear my daunting laughter 
and the endless pleading haunts you.

I grip your black heart frozen
and whisper, "Goodbye."

Sincerely, 
Spirit unbroken.

(A tribute to all abused children)


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The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.


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Are You My Daddy

Little child asks ~

''Are you my Daddy?''
A little child asks with large saddened eyes.

''No I'm your uncle''
The man replies.

''Are going to go away like my other uncles do''.

''No I'm staying I promise you''.

''Do you love my mummy', with all your heart''.

''Of course I do, we will never part''.

''Will you take me for a McDonald's. and to the Zoo''

''Of course!,' one day,' I promise you''. ( lie )


''Are you my Daddy?''
A little child asks with saddened eyes.........................................


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


Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.


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The Unwanted, They Cry For Life

And she aborted her first born son
And wrapped him in black plastic,
And placed him into a refuse container;
For there was no room for him in her life.
Three sanitation workers came,
Following one dim light that lit the way,
Then, there came the curious,
Those who plied their trade by night.
A cat and several stray dogs gathered round about.
Then the police came to see the child,
And their report went out to all the city;
That on this night, in your city, a child was aborted.
Had certain one's been present
Their response presumably could have been,
It's better off, no cross in life to life,
And it was not yet a life!
But it was a life,
Perhaps a president, an evangelist,
A great inventor, or a soul winner.
But we will never know save this one thing,
That like another child from humble beginnings,
This life deserved better than it received. 






































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Mr Leopard

They call me Leo,
Leopard is my full name,
I live in the jungle,
With my family and kids,
 and we get to have fun,
I Love the other animals but,
I cant deny the fact that,
 I love killing gazelles,
 zebras and all animals that are edible,
It's the only way I can survive
 in this cruel environment.
 
I am a carnivore,
 a meat eater.
I sometimes wish I was a Herbivore,
a plant eater,
 like gazelles or Zebras or cows,
I sometimes wish I was an omnivore too,
 like humans,
like Mr. Kamau,
I could be eating plants and animals,
 and I would not kill every day of my life. 

I love basking and taking a walk,
sometimes it gets boring here in the jungle
and all I can do is sit
on top of a tree and stare down.


How I sometimes wish I was the king
 of the jungle Like Mr. Lion,
He is big and mighty and
the type of animal you wish you were.
He is proud but then again,
 not as proud as the peacock family,
Peacocks are pretty with so many colours.

But all the same.
 I thank God am not as ugly as Mr. Hyena .
 (I hope he wont hear me)
  who for the last  6 months
has been trying to strike up a friendship with me.
But no!!!!!
He may have spots like me but
he doesn't look one bit like me.
It would be a bit different
if we were talking about Mr. Tiger and Cheetah
who I cant deny are my close relatives.
We even look alike in some way don't you think?
Oh well, I can spend all my time hear talking about my life but I have some brothers who live in the land of snow.
The are so beautiful and we like calling them Snow Leopards.


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A child's surprise

A kaleidoscope of coloured
Swirling illuminating patterns
Of red green yellow and blue
Merging shades of light
Of every hue.

Bring a sense of magic and wonder
To a young child's eyes
A present from Granddad and Grandma
To a grateful child
Now so happy 
With their new surprise.

The child's imagination runs free.




Peter Dome.copyright.2014. June.


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HOW LONG

How long will corrupted adult waters 
encompass and swallow the innocence of a child?


How long will they teach of  santa clause and the tooth fairy?
How long will they lie?
How long will they say every thing is ok?

How long before we fall through the gaps?
How long will we fall into our own traps?

How long will our ceiling fans spin yet delivering no breeze?
How long will we employ in vain?

How long will the strong make no use of there muscle and not help the weak?
How long will the young man sit on the bus and not stand up and give the elderly his seat?
How long will the seas cry?
How long will the trees cry?
How will the flowers cry?
How long will the grass cry?
How long will the asmahtic child cry?
How long will the sky cry?
How long will they all cry before they completely die?

How long will we pollute?


How long will a child speak and not be heard?
How long before they seek drugs or a damaging fix in replacement of parental response?
How long will you be negligent because america distracts you with a dollar on the fishing rod?

How long will you say "we will speak when I get home"?

How long will the lord rain his tears often without destructive thunder?
How long will the government keep secrets that are no secrets?
How long will we escape the wrath of our self?

How long will we say "In God we trust" but still dabble in the devils dust?

How long will we lower the volume on the alarm clock?
How long will we be lucky?

How long will we escape our doom?

Tic tock tic tock 

How long before the bomb goes kabooom?


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Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
adrift
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know 
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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Bully

You torture me every day
With your words
You leave me in agonizing pain
Wondering
What did I do WRONG?
Do I really deserve your cruel words?
Does anybody?
You said things to me
That no parent should ever say to their child
That I wouldn’t say to even my enemy
Why do you bully?
Does it make you feel cool
To make me feel like a loser?
Does it make you feel ten feet tall 
To make me feel like I’m only ten inches?
You have no power
Unless I give it to you
But I do
I’m afraid
Afraid of you


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Villain

Guilty one
Capable of gross wickedness
A vile wretch
A scoundrel
A rascal
Unprincipled character


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Childlike

I can laugh all night
Until sunrise
That might sound childish

I can act foolish
But I deserve 
To be treated right

I’m proud of myself
For preserving my 
My child innocence 

I can be naïve 
But I’d rather
Use my childlike brains

I have a grand gift
Of uplifting
The distraught spirits 

I can be mature
But who cares...I’m
Happy-go-lucky


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Dear Dad

Dear Dad 				
Why don’t you love me? 
The small brown eyed girl asked her father as he beat her at night,
 then with a smile in the morning he’d scoop her up in his arms to play.
Why don’t you love me? 
The bigger brown eyed girl asked her father as he walked out and
never came back.
Why don’t you love me? 
The young brown eyed girl asked her boyfriend of two years,
As he walked out the same door her father did eight years before.
Never to return.
Why didn’t you love me?
The older brown eyed girl asked her father at his funeral.
As she leaned over the edge of his casket and kissed him gently on the forehead,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Why couldn’t you love me? 
The oldest brown eyed girl asked as she lays Jasmine’s and roses
On her father’s grave.
Only a row down from her old boyfriend’s,
With love that never dies.
And her question is answered in the wind, 
As the answer is whispered in her heart.
How could you love me?
If you couldn’t love yourself?


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Many Falling

Many Falling


I look to the left
Then I look to the right
And its hard to distinguish
Weather its day or night
In this dark world I search for light
To guide giving sight
I see kids faces full of fright
As the world begins
To say things that are wrong are right
Through the view of the world
I see many falling
But you never give up
As you are always calling
Walking by each and every side
Saying my child listen while I guide
Come to me for comfort in these times
I know your every need
Let me live through you
As we work together to plant seeds
Sprouting a new harvest feeding with your word to grow
As your love withing begins to show
Lord I see many signs taking place
As you said would happen in the race
As we come to you for comfort and embrace
Now this light begins to shine
Giving light to see the way
And when we unite can say Father this child is mine
As I pray to grow near, not astray
Many times its easy to judge others behavior
But seems we should strive to reflect our savior


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In Your Beautiful Eyes

Amid a star ferried night
Love's tears came falling
Into your beautiful eyes
Their dreams were calling
Through whispering tides
A heart left drifting
As I stood by your side
The pain was melting...
Her moon cast its glow
Hopeful choirs bringing
Joy to sweep this night
Heavens Angels singing
While I stood by your side
These tears left falling 
Unto tides that wash away 
Yesterdays pain; yet still
Drifting afore love's moon 
Cast her light; dreams...
Calling upon a star ferried
Night, as heart's were melting.


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The Perfect Painting

The perfect painting would be of
an extremely happy laughing child.
The child could be a girl or a boy
of any color, race or nationality.
Anything else would be superfluous.


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A Tale of Survival

A naive grasshopper 
 spun in the death web of a starving wolf spider,
Providing hours of facination and wonder to the curious child
He too must learn survival of the fittest
 the laws and rules his own kind has created 
"For my own good indeed" he mutters under his breath
The spider has his fill 
 wraps the remaining morsel for another day
 The child sighs and rolls over in the tall  swale
 and with artistic fingers draws outltlines of the billowing clouds above.
"This is me being free" he boldly declares to the universe.
The spider retreats to his cave sated and satisfied
 provision somehow made it to his doorstep just in time. 
The child rises and crosses the field
 to where the monster with the heavy hand is waiting to greet him
 and the cold shiver begins.
"Who will rescue me today", he silently wonders,
 but today survival of the fittest he will learn well, 
and like the spider 
he will retreat to that special cave he has created 
where the vicious blows are never felt. 
And the child lives another day.


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Me And You

From the moment I was born,
You never let me go.
As I grew older,
You always held my hand.
The moments flow by us.
Like fish in a river.
Every second that passes by.
We grow closer.
I know there were times of giving up,
That you almost had.
But you kept trudging through.
Through the sun and the rain,
The snow and the sleet.
My hand was always held.
You never let me go. 

APPRECIATION (In Honour of PD) 
May 21st, 2013


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DYING TO LIVE

Strawberry locks flowing softly down her back.
Loving smile that enchants any one at first glance.
Petite fragile frame with sweet gentle ways.
Softly speaks of dreams that soar on butterflies wings.
A father's miracle that lights up his world.
Adored and admired by all that know the truth.
Fighter from the first breath of life.
Doctors are amazed she made it this far.
Angels descended to watch over her.
Much work to be done guided by the masters touch.
Each day will be cherished and safe in everyones hearts.


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The Outstretched Palm of Gabriel

regrets rise and fall 
chafing at the frayed nerve endings of a finite life,
unfolding like origami cranes around the neck of kamikaze pilots
chewing at the bones of our discontent,
leaving holes in the fabric being.

regrets, like and of, unborn children 
never growing to fruition, never falling 
bud to blossom they decay, never reaching the Guf
pointless misconceptions of a wary heart
first born in joy left to rot in sorrow.

regrets rise and fall
yet we chose to retain them in the after-image
of retinal flares, ocular migraines inwardly staring
toward Gabriel’s outstretched palm
embryos unblessed.

never regret
ever regret
never


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Cycle Broken

A child so alone
Loud ranting
The thunder rumbles.

Chaos

The cycle continues.

The storms that rage through the young girl's ears
Becomes the rage that storms through her heart.

A child of her own
Quiet prayers
He calms the storm.

Peace

The cycle broken.


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The Apple

An apple hung in a tree by the road
For everyone’s joy and delight
And all who would pass would look at the fruit
And smile at the beautiful sight

The apple was kissed by the warmth of the sun
It was fed from the strength of the tree
It was bathed every day by the dew or the rain 
It was caressed by a warm gentle breeze

People would watch as the apple grew ripe
With eyes full of hunger and greed
And each day they would look to see if the fruit
Was still up in that old apple tree

But their waiting grew long and their patience grew short
And they began to complain
But no matter how much and no matter how loud
Their growls were always in vain

One sour soul stood at the foot of the tree
And looked up at the fruit over head
Then said he with a voice of disgust
“Aren’t apples supposed to be red?”

A second soul stopped and looked in the tree
Then promptly began to expound
“I know that this fruit is tasteless and sour
And I can see that it is not very round”

A third person paused and readily agreed
And thought that the fruit was quite small
Then said he with distaste and disdain
“I’m not sure that is an apple at all!”

Then a gusty breeze blew
And the apple was swayed
And down it came and “kerplopped”
The three souls stood – stunned and amazed
They looked at the fruit that had dropped

Just then, a child skipped up and saw the fresh fruit
He grabbed the apple with glee
He took a big bite and skipped down the road
And left the souls by the tree

Each soul turned and with a shake of their heads
They walked slowly and sadly away
They mumbled their thoughts and were quick to declare
“That child will get sick this very day.”


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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…


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Endless

Somewhere among
the sleepy coconut heads,
I trailed towards a song.

Twilight and the essence
of a Moon, dashed dartingly
between the legs of my shadow
and I remember the feel of those
words, as if they fell like leaves

Only I was the tree cradling each
syllable the wind whispered-

A silent mourning, so beautifully
bejeweled that the clouds became
entangled with my cheeks and the
rain and my tears wept, together.

For as I entered this song carved
by the hands of an angel, I found 
that tomorrow was but an endless
string of dancing footsteps, 

Covering the bleak realities of my world.


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A Child's Training Part 2 of 2

(Prov. 22: 6 /  Heb. 5: 14  /  Deut. 6: 6-9  /  2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16  /  Matt. 19: 13, 14)


- cont. - from Part 1



And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find

And You Can’t Let A Child
Follow Its Every Whim …
No Matter How Brilliant or Smart
Dumb Things Will Make Them Dim

But Parents Try To Remember
Just When You Were Young …
Didn’t You Just Want To Act Stupid
And Have Some Friends & Fun?

Every Child Needs To Know
What & Who They Can Trust …
This Is More Important Than That Job
& Making Big Bucks

Every Child Needs Guidance
Even If Parents Are Just Guessing
But There Is A Book of Instructions
To Keep Parents & Child From Stressing
(2 Tim. 3: 15, 16)

It Is A Compass & A Map
& Its Like Reading A Diary of  Confessions
Where Both Parents & Children
Can Learn About Real Life Lessons
(Matt. 4: 4  /  Matt. 19: 13, 14)

And We Need To Start Training Them Young
From The Crib & From The Womb
Give ‘Em Plenty Space & Privacy
But Know What’s Going On In That Room!

‘Cause Newsflash! … Now Hear This
When Children Get Wrong Ideas or Tears
It’s Up To Loving Parents & Families
To Steer Them Free & Clear

Yes, Newsflash! … Now Know This
Children Don’t Know Nuthin’!
It’s Up To Responsible Adults
To ‘Try’ & Teach Them Somethin’ …

Their Bright Little Eyes & Minds
Are Looking To Us For Advice
And We Have To Watch Their Little Heads
So They Don’t Get Infected With Lice!

Yes, Their Bright Eyes & Minds
Are Looking To Us For Advice
& There Is Not Enough or Too Much Time
That We Could Sacrifice

And Without The Rod of Discipline
Whether Spanking or Time Out On The Floor
Loving Communication Is What Keeps Them
From Being Spoiled & Rotted To The Core

Look – Grandmamma Used  To Tell Me
“If Everybody Is Sticking Their Head In The Fire
And They Tell You It Won’t Hurt …
You Tell ‘Em ‘You’re A Liar!’”

Listen, We All Can See That This World
Is Going To You Know Where In A Hand-Basket
But You Don’t Have To Let Them Group You & Yours
Into That Casket …

And When A Child Wants To Eat Candy
‘Cause It Tastes Good – All Day Long!
When You Tell Them “No!”
Listen … You Ain’t Wrong!


                        Written & ©:  7/16/2013

                        By:  The MoonBee


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Here's to the deadbeat dads

All these years at home, me and my momma alone
Daddy on the run, headed for the sun, he must of been..
Because I obviously wasn't his sunshine

Growing up wishing you were there when I had something to say
But now it's on pause, just like I am to write this
There's no more fightin' it, I hate you daddy
And I love writing it

All the love and hate will come out, I'll be spittin' **** you
And failure out of my mouth. And when I stop talkin'
I'll be in a craze, glaring at him
With my hate my hate and rage gaze

I'll kick up my feet, scuff dirt in his face
Tell him I put weed and lines of cocaine in his place
And enjoy the disgrace upon his face
And tell him that it's his fault for tappin' out in the first place

Left alone in this world of demons
Trying to find my halo in this crazy maze
Raising myself, daddy left
And mommas worrying about her ownself

Life ain't always a perfect song, it skips and studders
Fear, something nothing can cover
My will is what I discovered, feelings uncovered
She starts thinking and wonders

Here dad, I'm gonna use brain
Yeah, I'm a smart ass
Seventeen years later 
And I'm pouring my heart out, at last

Making it my point, I'm taking off my mask
Getting it off my chest, and laying these demons to rest

But **** me and the way I lived
Playing dirty and not letting my emotions show
Couldn't find mine
So I stole someone else's halo

But used it as a frisbee and chased it to hell
Spittin' cards now with cruela di'ville
And I know you're here too, in this fiery hell
I'll find you
And the corner in which you dwell
And when I find you asshole
You won't be slithering no more
I'll take off you're scales one by one
Make you the one who's coming undone

Scatter your ashes on hells front door
Bye daddy, now I'm the one who's leaving
I'll shut it, make sure I slam it
Throw in a **** you and god damn it

God sure damned us alright
But don't worry, I'll be sleeping tight
Nightmares at night, no more
I found my heart at my core

Survivin', tryin'
Leaving this life behind 
And one last thing to the guy
Calling himself my ****ing dad
I'm better than you
And bull*****if I'm gonna let you haunt my mind

End of rhyme, I'm the one
Peacin' out this time.


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Scarred but not Wounded

Hush child, wipe those tears
The demons are away
They're not after you, I promise
It's just the cold weather.

Hush child, I hear you sob
The monsters are gone
They're not after you, I promise
It's just shadows in the dark.

Hush child, I know, you're hurting
These demons and monsters are mine
It's just me, I promise
And all my cold shadows.


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ISM

Solace in solitude is not solace,
Yet solitude drapes around me as fog.  
It backs up against the yellowing pale of democracy,
falling to cries of ism.
Ism builds the bridge 
but passes nothing across.
Ism makes us all equally nothing.
It fills no gaps.
It eases no pain.
Everyone has so many rights, that no one has any.

Enough postulations.
Enough whining in the vernacular of drag abouts.
Enough hoping and cursing for the good old day, lost forever.
Infused in false hope and pseudo dreams
lying ever on the edge of tomorrow,
Swirling mists of anxiety 
float on the tongue of every asker,
of every question.
who, what, where, when, why?
Burying answers in a vault of hypocrisy,
those who answer preening their social feathers
puffed in pompous indignation
of politically correct double talk.

Words are expounded, hearts are lifted. You hear trumpets sound,
only the small child utters, “What did he say”.
And a child shall lead them.
“What did he say?”
And they all ask “What did he say”?
he dares not say it again.

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free.
Not:  your poor tired huddled masses, yearning for all that is free. 

©  16 Dec 2010  For Gareth's "inspirational"contest


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Little Brother

Little brother, do stand up high
And reach for my hand
Whilst I wipe your tears

And guide you past my stumbling toys
Like a drunken sailor with a blubbering cold
You latch on tight, like an Octopus bite

And catch my eye with that naive smile
To push-on by and walk with pride

No need for hands
Just a mischievous smirk
As you wave bye-bye

With my favourite toy!


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The Awakening

So calm, so serene, so beautiful;
like a sleeping angel from paradise.
A slumbering child;
symbolic of true love, 
of tranquility, 
of peace;
of all good things endangered.
Sweet dreams my child,
sweet dreams.
For tomorrow you awake.


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At the edge of life (part 1)

Joy, happiness, pain, sadness, love, passion, hatred, greed, tears, pleasure, grief, lies,
regret, pride, addiction, suicide.... 

Lots of emotions
Lots of feelings
Lots if confusions
Some are nothing but act, lies and performances
Some are truthful and painful
And Some are helpless and hopeless

I stand as a baby bird ready to fly
I blunder forth and back, Left and right
Where ever the wind takes me
 Just like the voices in my head moving inside my mind
The sound of the screaming nights, the stormy lands, the raging hungry oceans, the cries
in every drop in a rainy day and the broken heart of the earth.

The floating sea animals, the burning forests!! Because of the intelligent acts of human!

Thoughts, poetry, stories scrawl across the white empty pages... Meaningless words!!

Safe, secure!! Look at them no houses, no families, no shadows... Nameless!

They're hungry for hugs and kisses for a bosom and we get angry for getting a bad payday
and they aren't getting any!
Their only shield is the naked trees!!

The mask of blessings and the beliefs of belongings are wilting with the fires of
loneliness and guilt.

The music of the weddings
The screams with every new birth
The voices of the crashing bones when a body hits the ground...another suicide!
The shouts of a girl lost in despair holding her father in her arm screaming for help to
save him...another heart attack!


War, human, peace, god!!

Voices of thunders - god creation - Reach from the farthest, vast skies burning houses
trees and cities.

Human creation crashing the skies blowing homes, women, babies... Blowing them into pieces!

Soulless men!!

Somewhere in this world in this minute a girl weeps
A child cries
many dies
somewhere in this world humanity fades
Some are killed
Some are hurt
Some lost in dreams 

Lots of voices I can't handle 

The thoughts of an addict living with a blue hole in his arm barely losing it
The thoughts of a daughter brutally beaten from an alcoholic father
The thoughts of an hungry child of war dreaming for a family to love him
And the thoughts of many more

I should have helped them all, but I can't! 


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Three Souls

One was a child 
so sweet and mild
Voice of a bell 
to ward off hell

One was a bell
with a crystal chime
To comfort the cat
and make the earth shine
 
Two was a cat
With a mysterious past
A dark view of the world
And a horrible wrath

Two was a mind
as dark as night
To protect the doll
That could not see the light

Three was a doll
With a broken soul
A shattered heart
With eyes a black hole

Three was a rose
Of pure white
Covered in thorns
As black as night


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WHAT LURKS WITHIN


They say it was quick, her passing,
but he knows better, his young daughter
was never one to be rushed, toddled
in adolescence, dallied with mollycoddling. 

They say she didn’t suffer, died instantly,
but he knows better for her presence lingers 
between door and stair at each gloaming; 
despair has claimed the echo of a home.

They say it is a rare occurrence, 
But he kows better because she lived
her life that way, each moment serendipitous,
as though moths and clouds were extraordinary.

They say that her brain bled, an injury,
But he knows better, it was his world
that drained out instead and he searches
spotless floorboards for one trace of red.

They say life goes on, loss will lessen, 
but he knows better as he ages, terminally,
grief lurks like a ghost that only he sees.  








*Dedicated to the friend of a friend, whose daughter died suddenly due to a subarachnoid hemorrhage after a soccer game. There was no warning. She collapsed in her father's arms at the foot of their staircase. Somehow this painting reminded me of his sorrow, the unfathomable loss he bears. 


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My Precious' Day

Wake up little angel,
the hour has came.
Let's celebrate the moment,
when I delivered you here.

I can't help the emotion,
a never ending cheers.
you made me stronger,
with your laugh, my dear.

Nine long months,
we're together indeed.
sharing each other warmth,
Happiness never ends.

And now my butterfly,
fly high and soar the sky,
lift up wide your wings,
show them the beauty of within.

With you, I do promise
that forever I'll be,
your one loving mommy,
for my precious baby.



#in celebration of Chacha"s 5th bday ;)


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Ignorance

Some men are afraid of ignorance
They go about the land seeking truth
Opening their eyes to the filthiest of things
Wanting to know everything they can
They will never be fooled
Their knowledge will open others as well
Where the truth lies, ignorance lies also
Like a child longing for acknowledgement
Some fight blindly toward it
In hope to destroy it with their own two hands
Instead, it blooms elsewhere and grows
The truth shows us where the evil is
It exists as we do and lives as we live 
If evil in the man's eye does not exist
The absence of ignorance is a lie

Some men instead embrace ignorance
They stay where they are, content as ever
Their eyes see and their ears hear
Their desire to know is dull
The current takes them where it may
Truths are all but happenings
Their present is their pedestal
But the truth is still there
Walking in a dangerous dark
Calling on direction and value
Like a starved child screaming for sustenance
Like a father waiting to chastise his son
Ignorance is never ignored by them
It becomes their god
Can embracing ignorance, then, be a sin?

But even the treasure of truth can kill


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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


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Collaborating In the Clouds

There is a place I am walking up a ladder
I see clouds everywhere
I see up the ladder a figure standing 
Guidiing me to the light
I am at the top and the lights are so bright
Never hurting my eyes
The Lord watches and guides me with holding out His hand
I ask the Lord what did I do to deserve so
Much of your love and to be in this wonderful place
The Lord replied with great kindness and said child
you gave me the best gift a person could give
Your undying love, prayers and good things you did for others
You see child He said to me the kind deeds you did for 
my poor, defenseless children on earth you gave them
food, water and shelter where you could and you in fact
were helping me.
But most of all Child you gave me your heart and soul and tried the
best you could for all those in need. Prayers were done not for recognition but for my glory
Now rest here child with me for all eternity


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to my children

At some unnamed night,
 and it will be bright,
 I’ll go away.
 The door I will never
 close
 the flowers will keep
 fragrance.
 My children will have fallen asleep
 the most deeply
 covered and caressed
 and somebody will cant to them again
 a cradle song.
 It will be light like in a temple
 and clear like a voice
 in mountains.
 Then I’ll leave
 forgotten all the words…

 A branch in the white snow.


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MY POEM JACK'S PAINTING AND JILL

JACK PAINTED A PICTURE 
OF A PURPLE WATERING PAIL 
ON A PLAIN PAINTER’S PANEL
AND PLACED IT ON TOP OF A HILL

AND PUT MY POEM OF A PLANT DEEP INTO IT 
I CALLED IT A COLLAGE CORSAGE
OR WAS IT A MIRAGE MONTAGE

NO MATTER 
JILL WATERED THE WORK ON THE HILL
AND IT GREW UP OFF THE PANEL LIKE A PAPER BEAN STALK 
INTO A LOVE SONNET TO JILL

I CALLED IT A COLLABORATION
I CALLED IT MIXED MEDIA
I CALLED IT HIGH ART

THE FAME WENT TO THEIR HEADS
JACK TOOK THE FALL HARD
AND JILL JUST TUMBLED DOWN 
SLOWLY AFTER HIM AND WROTE A BOOK


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74 Seconds

~~This poem contains 74 syllables~~enjoy!! 

The sun rays caresses my eyesight 

If I… had an interview with the sun,
Would it last about 74 seconds? 

Will it count as an eloquent conversation? 

Why does the sun have so many layers? 

If I… could have a vacation in space, 
Many things would catch my eye – the sun
Would make me BLIND! 


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Beslan- Russia 2004

Under a free sky, today
on a beach in Australia
I gathered from the white sand beach
ancient, sea- worn shells.
Another world away they gathered up
the siege-worn bodies of their children

As I rinsed my weathered treasures
in crsytal blue ocean waves; they were burying their innocents,
lowering them into early graves

All around me freedom shimmered
while they, grief stricken, had helpless tears
that shone on white, shocked cheeks
I felt the sun, warm on my skin
while they felt the deep chill of evil mocking them

I think I know how precious freedom is
They are sure of it, as they bury their dreams
 with children they would have died for
In the face of such callous cruelty
we feel just as helpless 
Gulls hover above me like thoughts
They go out to them - on freedom's wings

 Suzanne Delaney


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Rosemary's Bed

Rosemary's Bed
Maylands Salvation Army, Girls' Home

I am in the entrance foyer of a large house.
The wood floor is highly polished. 
There is a large stairway with a turned, wood bannister.
Dad is telling my three year old sister and me
 that we must  stay here because 
he has to work and can't take care of us.
  
Mum has gone away somewhere.

THE MATRON takes our suitcases and *smiles* at us
 instructs us to, "come with her".
Dad says, "he will come and visit us every Sunday".
I am taken to a dormitory and told which bed will be mine. 
The bed  on the other side of the fire place
 belongs to Rosemary.
 
Our beds skirt, either side of a fireplace
that is midway along the wall, with rows 
of beds on each side of it,
as well as opposite,
twenty beds in all.

At the end of the room is an alcove with a curved bay window. 
There is a bed there, all by itself.
I can remember being so scared in this room.
The older girls told me, "there is a man with an elastic arm" 
who  lives on the roof 
and, "he can reach down the chimney and grab you".

Although I didn't really believe it, a few nights later, 
we were all woken by a piercing scream.
THE MATRON came down to investigate.
The girl who slept in the bay window bed, said,
 " a man with a monkey's face" jumped on my bed.

THE MATRON searched everywhere inside and out - 
we saw her flash light beam- out there in the darkness- 
her report was, " it was nothing." -
 probably one of the cats that lived in the wood pile.

I always had trouble sleeping after that 
and after lights out -
 although it was strictly forbidden -
 I would creep across and climb
into Rosemary's bed.
 
Although her bed was an equal distance
 from the fireplace as mine
 the human warmth and contact made me feel safe 
against unknown forces of the night.

I slept on the edge of nightmares until, finally
I left that place.

Suzanne Delaney

From-  Rememberances of an 8 year Old.
For Frank H..... I recall.....Contest

				









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My Greatest Work

He is my greatest work
like Christ who said
I come like a beggar.

He came to me like a child
wrapped in newspapers
on my front door step.

I took him into my home
and my life.

In the beginning
everything was new and fun
we played together like he 
was a puppy dog
big beautiful brown eyes
and he would get into trouble
but only minor ones.

As he grew his troubles
grew along with him.
Costing me more money and
time and loss of friends and family
who asked “why do you waste our time with him”
sleepless nights and heart pain and more pain
and more pain.

Doubts that I made a big mistakes
why do I think that I am god and
can save him or make myself the latest
911 hero.

For more than 16 years with him.
But one night I had a dream
a pale angel told me that
she needed me.

I was confused and shocked.
Why I am needed 
I am only human.
She said that she can not live without me
that she needed someone to believe in her
and have faith in her for her to do her work


Then I thought about him
my life's works has not been
in vain because like the angel and Christ
he needs someone to believe in him until
he can believe in himself
and know that he is also
God.




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First Born

I could not sleep that night...

Alone you made the awesome leap
          between here and there.
Just past the last breath
Your soul traversed infinity.
Did you cry out...
Or was no sound allowed?

I laid awake...
No prayer upon my lips,
My brain besieged by mindless things.
Why did I not sense 
The passing of your spirit's sweetness
           in the dark?


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Dickhead

“Dickhead”

There is a saddened kind of shame
a name that’s cruel and thus demeans, 
elementary obscene
a child can not reach deep enough.

It started when I read above 
my third grade level reading group
and followed to my brownie troop
then fearful fighting, flight to home.

And in defense I’d use my gift
to make up names and write mean songs-
I’d teach the boys to sing along
and charge their chocolate milk money.

With my moustache a poor disguise, 
with puffy, rubbing, teary eyes
I made myself apologize
though only choking squeaks were heard. 

Nicoleslaw Dickhead was my name
a name that’s cruel and thus demeans,
slimy side-dish dung for brains-
a child can not reach deep enough.


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soul dance

spinning round and round till i fly up
and hit ground
turning into sea
pleasing me
i grab the bass fish gliding past
free
i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales
head first never fails
in the soul of the beast i sit 
bare
my locks float around the fish shell
his hearts beat started to move me
onto my feet
bend my knees
shake my hips
rattle my brain
clap my hands
the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans


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Das Ein Mannlein


Das Ein Männlein

The silent echo reflects through the lodge,
Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stum…
Repeating itself in the young boys head.
He is not yet a man, but stands proud enough to be,
Coming back here to relieve himself of his past.
Crying out as he reaches the splintering and tilted door.
The memories of the cold, the blistering cold overpower him.
He spends time collecting himself as the moon moves across the sky.

He had been here with his family-
Says the toppled dining room table.
He also wasn’t the only child in the lodge-
Says the curled up paper dolls in the fireplace.
There was music- Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stumm…
Echoes the toppled ivory-keyed piano in the corner.
There was a war, as the Russian Graffiti on the wall complains.
The crashed bomber-plane with the seat full of bones assures that fact.

He came back to the rotting lodge in the forest
Back to the overgrown pile of shambles to find something
As he digs he picks objects out of the rubble, a boar’s head, jewelry, dog-tags,
And finally the thing he seemed to have been searching for.
A baby’s bathtub, with a scrolled handle, stares at him through the dust.
What happened to the other child?
She still has all of her baby teeth in her sweet little baby head.
She’s been sitting in that bathtub ever since that horrible night.
When she was boiled to death by hungry war criminals. 


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The Light Toy-Railway

The light toy-railway is traveling,
with the kids who aren’t anymore.
To Paris, to Brussels is traveling,
to the Black Africa too.
The light toy-railway is grieving,
for the fawn’s steps under Christmas tree,
for the luster in the eyes and
ah, for the toys.
For the Blue Bird, for the white photos,
for the hand that is putting the little star.
For the dream that’s coming true.

The light toy-railway is traveling.
Traveling.



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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


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poet soldiers

The child turned to his future
asking what am I to be
a poet or a soldier
who shall make this choice for me
am I to lead or am I to follow
what is my destiny

the child suddenly felt a whisper
flow through his very being
you may choose what you shall  be
but hear this moment well
from this heartbeat on 
you alone decide your legacy

Hannibal and Burns
not so different than you or me
one shared his words with the world  
 the other took all that he could see
every man writes his own history
before he is laid to rest
  
a soldier and a poet
each one mere flesh and bone
both shall surely perish as mortals
each chooses their own battlefield
a soldier shields himself with armour
a poet is protected by his truth

a soldier may wage fear because he can
the poet builds with words and belief
one yields a sword as a weapon
the other draws  a landscape with prose
the soldier lives to follow orders
a poet hears the wind

a soldier takes by force
the poet  bestows imagination
one seeks the spoils of war
the other merely time to think
one grants conditions of surrender
the other will  shares his daily bread

a soldier may cross to a new frontier
the poet traverses galaxies
one occupies a country
the other captivates the mind
one sees sunrise as time to march on 
the other to kneel and give  thanks

the child then chose
where his journey would take him
bidding farewell to his days of innocence
bowing humbly to the vast sea
in his heart he took in a mighty wave 
whispering share this journey with me

Irish          Qualicum Bay 2008 
                       


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Hamster

Fluffy floppy furball
Chewie chompie carnivorous
Nom nom nom


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Are you my daddy

''Are you my daddy'' the little child cried.

''No I'm your uncle'' the grown up replied,

''Are you going to stay, or go away  like my uncles always do?''

'' I love your mummy I'll stay I promise you I'll do''.

'' Everyone loves my mummy,'' the child says with a sigh.

''Will you take me to MacDonald's and buy me a toy and take me for a ride?''

''Yes I promise, but I maybe away for a while''.


''Are you my Daddy'' the little child cried,

''No I'm your uncle'', the grown up replied,

''Are you going away like all my uncles do?''.............................................


Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


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CHILDREN OF THE WAR

They are born and grow
in a violent time
with little to eat
nowhere to sleep
men come with the guns
and take Them away
They have nothing to say
just only obey
A men throws for Them 
some crumbs to eat
some old rusty bread
and a spoiled meat
at least They have roof 
over their head
one old dirty blanket
one old dirty bed
They know They will have to
do what They were told
if not, for a piece of gold
for sure They are will be sold
They are very young
and They are all alone
no mother or father
because They are all gone
They have no choice
to only obey
and do exactly 
what the man say
the man with the guns
and power abuse
They have no say
and They can’t refuse
it is such a shame 
for others to know
and turn their heads away
and just let Them grow
with violence and crime
against Their own
no piece no love
just the violence 
only They know
there is no escape
only pain and sore
this are the Children
Children of the war

Working on editing this one...


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His wife and mother I would be

-His Wife and Mother I would Be-

I would love being a sheep like a mother
Whose thrust is for the betterment 
Of her husband and her children
Than being an arrogant goat of a wife
Who’d keep scolding and nagging at her spouse

I would rather be that humble and patient lady
In my husband house where he yells out and murmurs 
Than being a tough and thug wife and mother 
Who’s in every neighbor’s black book and bombshell.

I would rather be a virgin holding up with my stands
But if not corroborated and acceptable at home 
Would sacrifice it all 
For the sake of my love and my brood.
For there is nothing worth having and giving out for
Than a devoted husband, a family and a good home

I’d love being one of those wives who trade no word
With their men and who take them as to their hearts.
Would pierce not, greed not and humble all through my life
And would await that heavenly reward in the eternal life.

A.O
19/02/2014


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Once Upon A Dragon Time

            Once Upon A Dragon Time

Once upon a time two thousand years ago
It might have been yesterday
I’m not that sure.  I’m only five
And just learning how to count
My dragon Lucy… Let’s say she’s toothless (but don’t tell her)
And only eats chicken soup without the chicken
She has her reasons
Lucy has fears of everything including flying
You see she is also only five and prefers walking
She tells me she has no license for the sky
And her land license just expired
When I jump up on her back she trembles
As we stumble through the forest green
When jumping off the cliff near Pleasantville
She cries, she pleads for help and screams 
I tell her not to worry
My magic wand will save us
In reality it is just a stick
I hope Lucy doesn't see the trick
As she lifts her pretty blue head and wings 
We sing together on the happy wind
And wonder where to go
Our parents don’t know where we are
Both of us are getting hungry
As for me, I’m starved  
I told Lucy I want a steak
She smiled back and said
How about some tasty soup
Some nice hot poetry soup
Made by friendly forest fairies
Just then we landed on a nearby roof
A perfect landing on a perfect day

                              Created 7/11/14  for - Children’s Fable poetry contest




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War Crimes

"Leave no man behind"
That was my first blood
I deserted him and left him on that island
Seventeen years later we found each other 
He held no grudge, one he had rights to
But he can't make me loathe myself any less

I left her with a Commander who was insane and cunning
No one knew the true scope until it was too late
Cast aside by the system and my inability... My instability
I may never recover that connection
Not sure I'm of worth

Finally, I found my comrade with one in tow
Even being there every day
I was unavailable, insufficient
And it hurt her in so many ways
Ways that will show in the battles and victories to come

A trial, no need.... Prison, my own warden
I can only hope to witness the coming events passively
I can hope to be invited to join their ranks once again
To be there, even if too late

The world forgets much
I cannot.... Will not.... Must not


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Little Brother

From the moment that I held you in my arms,

I knew this to be true;

I was put here on this Earth-

So I could protect and watch over you.

 

Who would shield you from monsters?

Who would hold you tight?

Who would wipe away your tears?-

And remember to leave on the hallway light?

 

I wonder who would sing to you;

As you fell asleep?

Who would honor all of the-

 Promises that I vowed to keep?

 

Would you feel lonely?

Would I be missed?

Would you beg for another sibling?

What if I didn’t exist?

 

Sometimes when I ‘push’ you-

It’s so I know that you’ll be okay.

I worry about you every moment;

I think of you every day.

 

I know that we fight often;

We don’t always see things through.

I know sometimes I blame you,

For things you didn't do.

 

I yell at you out of annoyance;

And sometimes out of fear.

You know that if you need me-

I will always be right here.

 

You are my brother,

I sometimes tend to boast.

You’re the person in my family;

I always love the most.

 

I would do anything to make you smile,

To take away the pain-

Even though you break my stuff,

And make me go insane.

 

I sometimes lose my patience,

And other times my drive.

I’m glad that you are here to hug me,

And make me feel alive.

 

 I don’t often tell you-

But I’m really proud.

Even though you make obnoxious sounds-

And you can be VERY loud!

 

Your youth is a gift,

Your innocence is a joy,

I’m so glad that you are my baby brother;

You’re an amazing little boy.


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A Child Lost

A child is brought into this wondrous world
And your heart it sings with unbelievable joy
A child born unto you to hold close to your breast
Your babe to feed, nourish and provide with your all
A child, within moments, so eager to learn everything
So able to trust, eager to love, and filled with song
Dancing by your side to their own special tune
Love and protect them with your life, if you must
Do not let them know the beasts of this world
Their innocent pure heart, keep it safe and beautiful
And if one tragic day your child should ever leave you
Thank God for the having, for the loving that was
And know your child is in a safe place in God’s care 
Waiting to whisper, “Oh Mother, my Mother I love you so!” 


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Homeless food

                                              In a cipher of poverty
                                        These rich words postpone hunger
                                   Feed a famine
                               While a sole dies
                           I examine its corpse lying there
                     While I am elevated with the glue that killed it
                History made my days ugly
            Touched my pen to wrestle anger
     This bread I inhale repairs my lungs as I get glued on with a smile that makes me meet my maker in person
  Legalize the glue so I can sniff the truth
    Legalize the glue so I can sniff the truth


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Cinderella

She only has a few teeth 
Left in her mouth although
The most wonderful of warm smiles 
Eyes and humble kindness
A soul sincere as grateful; love...
Once she was a beautiful princess
Until life these drugs stole her crown
Now unto the bible her heart, she holds close.


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Always Kiss Me Goodnight

Tuck me in and tell me I’m your little princess.
Kiss me on the cheek to let me know that I’m safe.
Sing me a soft lullaby in a low voice.
Tell me the story of when I was younger
and would craw behind the couches and you and mom couldn’t find me.
Sit down next to me on my bed and say I’m growing up so fast.
Tell me that I can be anything I want to be when I’m older. 
Brush my stringy hair with your finger tips to help me fall asleep.
Smile at me with all your pearly whites and say it time for bed.
Before you get up to turn out the lights,
Say that you love me, and kiss me on my forehead.
Always kiss me goodnight.


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Breaking Free

Folded closed, and left behind, .... perhaps for someone else to find... Perhaps the gentle rain is kind enough to wash away a threadbare heart, a broken dream, from yesterday... enchanting me to believe within, to entertain the child again A time to take a step apart, and time to grow, to break the hold where, once before, life shivered cold, beneath the shelter of the old Step past what eyes might estimate, with cleansing mists across the face to christen slates with glistening, new,... paths refreshed with pearls of dew. Listen to the whispered winds, the sweet refrains,of falling rain, as if I were a child again. Begin the walk where raindrops dance beneath the feet, in rainbow hue and mirrored worlds, where twin skies meet, as puddles ripple in the street where passers by, forget to see the beauty in a world scrubbed clean Stamp the feet to make a splash, while those around you make a dash With diamonds in the morning light, to quench a tongue in sheer delight To be as one, with earth and sun, and know that rain can be a friend hold up the hands to catch the sky,...the inner child is waiting in the wings
______________________________________________________ Inspired By Nette's Contest: Umbrella (image #2) Carrie Richards 3/1/14


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A Job I Dearly Hated


                               Each summer my parents would take us to
                               my grandfather’s ranch in Southern Texas
                                 to help with different  jobs. It might be
                             branding cattle,  digging fence post holes, or
                                picking cotton! My parents had told us
                                   stories about the cotton fields as I
                                  grew up. I wasn’t old enough yet to
                                      partake in this miserable job.

                              One fine morning my brothers and I were
                            awakened before daylight dressed, fed, and
                               taken a mile down to the cotton fields!

                               We were handed heavy cotton ducking
                               sacks, they were over twice as long as I
                                       was. We all started diligently
                                        filling our sacks with cotton.
                            Under the hot summer day sun, which was
                                beating down. The field was elegantly
                 plowed with neat rows, lined with brown dried plants, with
                                beautiful fluffy white soft cotton and
                               seeds in bolls. A protective vessel that
                         does its job with sharp burrs that make picking
                              cotton by hand quite painful, and bloody.

                               I walked up and down the cotton rows
                              dragging my heavy sack. With blistering
                                   sun overheating my body, I had
                              began to ache, getting weaker, the sack
                                 got heavier every minute My hands
                            had swollen up with cuts that were bleeding
                                 from removing the cotton out of the
                                  bolls. After a while I started feeling
                                faint,running a fever, heaving, then I
                            collapsing to the soft plowed black soil. My
                                   family  run over wondering what
                          had gone wrong. I had developed Heat Stroke!

                               Never again was I brought back to the
                             cotton fields to perform that dreaded and
                                                   hated job!

                                  I just can’t imagine anyone  that
                               would want to put up with the misery
                            and suffering of doing that for a life time


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The Irony of Democracy

She's sleeping now as I watch 
her; angelic, innocent—most 
importantly—happy.
How do I tell her? It's become a 
type of obsession.
How do I tell her? My nights are 
spent rearranging phrases; 
hoping for a turn of events.
How do I look her in the eyes 
and explain what freedom 
means in our country?
"I'm sorry love," I sing to her 
while she rests, “for bringing 
you into the world already at the 
bottom."
And she will grow, stretch like 
the limbs of the great sequoias.
Her classes will be filled with 
dreams and motivations. Reach 
for the stars; you can achieve 
anything, just warped, candy-
coated reflections of the 
diminishing American Dream.
And when she grows she will 
detest me—if only momentarily
—for my lack of social standing.
"Why does life have to be so 
hard?" she will cry, her teenage 
feet will stomp with more force 
than they did as a child, and the 
cheap clothes dressing her 
ever-changing body will be 
nothing more than a reminder. 
They will be nothing more than 
a suffocating cage of fabric.
How do I tell her, I slaved to 
climb the executive ladder, and 
failed to get any higher?
"I'm so sorry; love, for not 
representing the nation's elites, 
but falling into the poverty of the 
masses." I will whisper in 
response to her distress.
I tried! I wanted to give you a 
decent life; I wanted to give you 
a head start for achievement!
The drive to succeed for her is 
almost unbearable.
She's sleeping now as I watch 
her; she only recently learned 
how to walk.
Still, my nights are spent 
stringing the thoughts and 
words together; wishing our 
lives were better; wishing that I 
could shield her.
Soon, she will learn how small 
her voice sounds in comparison 
with the screams of the nation.
How do I tell her?
 
Instead,
I kiss her forehead, and tuck her 
in.


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Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.


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Our Father's

White cloaked among the shine of brass and glass, Father waits,
cries of past and present mingle, among the cairns of dead.
He paces penitently within the maze 
of the stucco glazed cemetery.

"Shall I pray for your dead? He seems to say.. 
Have you paid the fee?"
The dead rule here and he is their voice.
“How many Our Father’s shall I say?”
Money, as always the key….

“My child why do you cry?”
Father inquires with Priestly aplomb.
“Only God now knows where your mother has gone.”
Half dead flowers fall from the child’s hand.



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Ambrosia

Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first


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Breath let Go

The earth shudders and the dust of a thousand years
lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation
and beneath this blanket plates grind together
in sudden need
A craving to bring dried and edged flesh
with the moisture of the oceans above
together once more
and cry out in the joy of ecstasy to release their pressure
	And be at once reconciled

And the world let’s out its breath,
gives up what is most sacred to it
in reverence of this Moment:

And I dare say this moment is mine,
to the child that toiled the fields
hoe in hand and the patterns in the soil
the patterns in the soul through which water poured
and escaped in pores like water through a parched man’s fingers
and patterns fled this farm 
Leaving a parched man lamenting the presence of fingers
in times of thirst,

And to the child toiling
           in the fields 
the pattern is in the pitch of his shoulders
and the pounding of the sun
the pattern that should never seep
through unseen holes

but it seeps
down his back and across his fingers
upon his hoe it dribbles down and finds the escape
of patterns long lost
and the sweat of his toil
slips through the gaps in his soil
and the heaving of his shoulders
is lost with the patterns,	

So this old farmer he does not tread his fields,
sheltered behind wood and warmth of fire
he huddles in his world of four walls
and dares not the fields outside
Where await the failures
of his toil,
and when the earth shuddered
in joy of this moment
Knowing in its wisdom all that was to be known
the earth shudders and the dust of not so many years
It lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation

And beneath it all

Sees the farmer

The pattern of his toil

And lo and behold
It was not wasted
But a hands width beneath
The soil that caked his world
And by his own hand
Hidden as it were
The patterns of his toil
And the story that is told
Bittersweet
In the exultation of a breath
Let go.


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A World Aglow

Her bedroom was painted a cheery yellow
The paint reflecting her charms
She disarmed the gloomy mornings,
and filled each dawn with sun 

As days went by, and as she grew
The sun would follow too
It seemed to fill her attitude,  as gold within her soul

Born to lift spirits, there burned a flame
To warm the coldest heart
Her eyes would shine, like yellow stars,
To twinkle in their mirth

A gentle touch, a quiet way, as soft as yellow rose
It is no surprise, the day would come, when she became a mom
With radiant pose, she's all aglow, and bends to kiss his toes

We watch him grow, he lights her life, and though he does not know...
he lights my own, the sun....the moon, 
who shines the world, aglow






2/9/14
Dedicated to my daughter and my grandson...


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TO MY PARENTS

You have given me
The most beautiful gift
That I have never expected...
...LIFE
You've offered me love, tender and affection
You've given me all that you posses
You are my two best friend
On this earth
You have direct me through my way
You have brighten up my path
You have rise and fall to raise me up
Despite I was headstrong
But I was polite
When my friend disobediant
Decided to pay me a visit
A little correction was enough
To make it fly away
You've tought me right and wrong
You've help me understand life
You've educate me good value
Send me to school 
To gain a good education
For me to be what I want to be
You've always help me
To reach my target
When I wass weak...
...when I lose hope
You were always there 
To lift me up
...you were always strong and confident
When I wassn't sure
And always a message of hope
When my tears flow down 
On my innocent face
With atender hand
You wipe it off
Your comfort I have never miss
You made me so proud
And I want to return the favour
Tell me is because I've grown up
I have to reject you
NEVER
Instead I will hold you tight
Because without you
I wouldn't be here
You always there
When I needed you
You are really important to me
A precious treasure in the middle
Of my heart
That neither you, him or nobody
Will ever destroy
Without you there is no love
Without you life has no value
I need you everyday
You are the two shoulder I cry on
It's you that understand all my suffering
Joy and sorrow
Despite I was stubborn
But when consequences arrive
I realise... 
...that you were not manipulate me...
...but it wass for my own good
But you that have rejected them
But you that have neglected them
It's not too late to return back towards them
And appologize
A child needs his parents love
And parents should never abondon
Their child 
Thank you for the brillant gift
I owe you my life
That cost more than value of a diamond
Mother...
...you've been through pain
To give me life
Father...
...you were always the responsible man
And you've never leave mum side
During her pain you were by her side
And you've support her
You've cuddle me
Despite I was a pain in the neck
You've never toture me
I am really proud that you are my
Loving parents
I love you so much
I will never be able to finish repay you
For everything you've done and still doing for me
But as long as I'm alive
I will never reject you
Because you are my dynamic parents


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Somebody Hear Me

Blinded by experience & I mean lack of

Trapped in a neighbor-hood that feels like a cage

Isolated in my small room releasing tears & rage

Imagine life on the wrong side of a 9 or 12 gauge

Imagine momma getting money in shameful ways

Imagine me doing nothing wrong & getting beat for days

Imagine in the cabinets just sugar & Lay's

Imagine me only 10 wit more stress then grown men

Me born in this world thrown into sin

Imagine me wondering why my life is so different 

Other kids smile more why is my life so different

Clothes I don't have many & friends I have none

When Dad go to work all he takes is a gun

See Dad's not a solider & moms not a saint

I've seen good people so I know that they ain't

There just mom & dad 

I'm young & sad

Praying I get all the love I deserve and never had

T.B.T


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A CHILD

A child is just like 
A little plant
That is starting to grow
That need to be nurture
Everyday with love
A fruit that tree
That have been well manure
A child is just like
An open book
Waiting to be written
An empty vessel
That need to filled with knowledge

A child brings
Joy, happiness and love
To every heart
The smile on their innocent faces
Brings a smile
To every faces
A child reminds you
Of who and what you used to be...
...and looked like
A child is a gift of life
A child is a gift of love

 


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For My Child




Laughter bursting on the patio
Kites lifted through summer air;
A tenderness given by heaven
My child, this is where love abides.
Even as we play hide-and-seek,
The affection can be profound
As we watch each other grow
In deeper meaning of sweet unity.

Whether it be jar of marbles or tears
Such moments hold us dearer;
By simply recognizing this oneness
Crowned by tinkerbell stars.
Let's walk along the byways
Your polka -dot blouse tugging mine
With patches of cotton candy,
My child, this is where happiness abides.



Contest on Free Verse
Sponsored by Regina Riddle
24th Sept 2014


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Dear Mother Part II

dear Mother Part II I did not feel your hand anymore, when I talked to you in my special language. It happened one day in the Spring. How do I know? The perfume of the flowers penetrated your skin as you walked to that Hospital - Hospital that's what they called it. I will never understand. Isn't a Hospital a place where they take care of the sick and try to save lives? With force I grabbed myselfe to you. Couldn't you feel my hands grabbing your insides? I didn't want to leave you, I loved you so much. I wanted to cry out a thousand times, how much I loved you. I could feel your heart beating in a different way. Your blood was running through your veins more rapidly. I tried to kiss you and tell you goodbye, but I never had a chance. I felt I was choking. Little by little very brutally, they seperated me from you. I felt that nothing united us anymore. My eyes filled up with blood and I never saw your face. with a sigh that nobody understood - I left you forever. Now dear "Mother" I write to you from up here. I got here as fast as you rejected me, because GOD does not reject His children. I don't hold no grudges. I know that you loved me. It was that evil man that changed you. That criminal that took advantage of you and killed me. I don't write to recriminate you. I write to tell you, I love you. I hope that one day you will be able to see me and know me, than I will be able to tell you what I could not tell you then, because I was forced to keep silent. Something else: I spoke to GOD. He told me to tell you that He too loves you very much, that He waits for you with open arms. Now I have to say goodbye. lots of love and lots of kisses, your son...
08/19/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Note: I hope you have enjoyed this poem. Please say a little prayer, or light a candle for for all the little Angels that never made it here on Earth, but are somewher up above looking down on us.....


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Dear Mother Part I

Dear Mother Dear Mother; I knew that it had to be that night. You didn't know yet, but you were already a mother. You didn't know I was there, that for me a new life was beginning. it would bea beautiful expirence knowing that i would grow inside of you and if you would accept me as your son. The first month went well for me.I was so happy, I could hear your heart beat. My little body was taking form. You still didn't know I was there. You would know very soon. It was on the third month, when i finally felt your hand and the caresses you gave me. You made me so happy. You don't know how much I wanted to cry out and tell you, "yes mother - I'm here. I am the fruit of your love. Give me life. You could not hear me. What could I do? Suddenly a thought occurred to me, to let you know I was there. Yes - a little kick. That would be my special language to communicate with you. I did give you a little kick. You felt it, you felt something inside of you was moving. I felt you tremble with emotion. after that day I would always communicate with you in my special language. i could feel it in your voice that you were happy. I was growing more and more everyday. I was a big boy now, compared to the tiny seed I had been in the beginning and to know that you accepted me and took care of me. It was one night dear mother, he still didn't know about me yet. Why didn't you tell him? Then I heard you cry. Why did you cry? Were you not happy that I growing inside of you? I could feel the convulsions of your cries.. I knew and understood that this was this was the beginning of something that was going to end. I felt that you didn't want me, or loved me anymore. What did that evil man tell you that changed you so much?
To be continued:


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She Rreclaims Her Soul

There are days I awake and my eyes fill with tears .
They slid quickly down over my cheeks and chin.
Sometimes I try and fight them back, other times I'm 
desperate just for one.
At times my tears dry up like water in the desert , I have
to go inward searching for them.
So many times they come unexpectedly like a suppose to
be a wonderful marriage, ending.
Then you are forced to see the child within of the past.
She stands small  naked in front of you with eyes filled tears.
Her past, my past right there facing me all the truths finally
hitting me like bullets from guns.
Unfortunately our past, my past surface at times when we lease
want it or expect it.
No sense in getting angry, mad or  become depressed it comes
like the rains that flood the earth.
Be thankful for the tears they are a cleansing for ones soul and mind.
They are are like a new morning with dew on the ground refreshing.
They wash away the filth, the ugly, the guilt, the blame of a broken life.
Today is a bright day sun shinning, warm breeze I embrace it with all
I am, throwing my arms upward, I am singing praises.
Surrounding myself with people who love me, even when I mess up.
Laughter is in my days now, I rebuke those of my past that made such
horrible choices to abuse the child, shame on them.
No laughter, no sunshine should surround them, they should be made
to live in darkness, locked up with no entry, forgotten by all.
They tried to destroy the child but today she reclaims her soul and mind.


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Puddle Jumpers

Puddle Jumpers
raining
let's play
come on Papa
jump
splash
I'm wet
do that again
come on Papa
jump
this is fun
you wet too Papa?
do that again

September 12th, 2013
playing in the rain with my 4 year old granddaughter


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A Special Child

I appear different and strange
often invoking pity, witnessed through your eyes,
My intelligence and awareness always a doubt,
All you can do, is act out and shout,

Your anger amuses me, for mine is far greater,
Expressing myself is an uphill task, in your mind it sets me further,
I do not add clarity or provide intellectual conversations,
Neither do i offer rewards, giving you a happy sensation,
Isolation it appears, seems like my only salvation,

There is one gift, above all that i can offer,
The ability to fathom the depths of your love and commitment,
For i desire like any other child , to stand tall and lead,
Even though the world may pass me by, all i want is a chance to be free,

God has gifted me with a higher purpose,
To teach you the worth of a loved ones embrace,
Even in face of calamity , to find solace,
I impart on you the wisdom to look beyond your own wants and desires,
Accomplishing the simplest tasks, for me brings infinite joy,
For i am special, god's special child.


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Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!


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PORTRAIT OF AN ANGEL


With angels' kisses
   dear little one hushed now to sleep.
With angels' breath 
    fanning your pearly cheeks.
Between unharmed breaths
    a trace of angels' smile on your cherry lips.

Tell the story, sweet one
    of the dream you're dreaming now.
Stories of angels that only you can tell.
    Angelic mystery foretell.

Little babe, tucked now to bed.
A blissful slumber
    with angels together
       the heavens smile they all remember.
I'm sure you're slipping into some place
    adorned by the heavens.
Songs of whispers and lullabies - 
    your quietude; the heaven's melody.
Fluffy pillows and soft blankets -
    encircling your softness;
        comforting your presence.

Little tucker, those tiny ticklish feet
Will they take me with your angels' fleet
To some place you keep?
As I too now fall asleep.


(A mother's special tribute for the Little Ones whom I had lovingly nestled in my 
bosom and nourished to sleep. And, in special memory of my son Bryce who 
should be turning two today. I wish you were blowing your candles and toying 
the colorful balloons. The baby giggles are surely missed at home. Our short-
lived memory of you is only a heartbeat away. Fateful day : close to midnight of 
Nov. 29, 2011)



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Bear

Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group


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the building of the wall

into the world comes a brand new life &
regardless of whatever consequences brought it
the little one now breathes this air 
the little one now feels the chill
the little one absorbs every stimulant
every single iota of experience 
pours into the eyes
sucked in by the little ears
all in the attempt to understand
all in the attempt to survive this place
outside the womb.

the parent
the prime caretaker
the one seen by society to be the best of all
worlds
the one who has stood between the child &
the concrete below
the one who initially says that they will love &
care for this new being,
this is the person from whom all the bricks are
brought.

for the wall begins to be built when the molder begins to
carve this little one into what they could never be---
when the molder begins to draw perfect little parameters round 
the body of the little one---
when the molder begins to abuse with doctrines
when the molder begins to instill upon the little one
a worldview that is known only to the molder &
the wall begins to be built.

the molder takes the child to its gatherings
mingling, showing off the little one,
talking of what the little one might be like when they are
older,
how the little one might very well
follow in the footsteps of the molder.

and with each brick of certainty
with each brick of dogma & willingness to submit to the world around
them
the wall towers above the height of the still staggering little one
who, while still trying to attain the art of walking, eating &
cleaning up after itelf,
now has been closed off to the rest of the world
before it even had a chance.


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Last Thoughts on Bob Dylan

When your engines burning and you call it quits
Say goodbye to the devil and all of his wit
When the breeze has you backwards holding your soul
And the December snow makes you leave your last goal
When the brisk air freezes your knees
And the door won’t open because you can’t find the keys
When your family grows numb under all the commotion 
And your head keeps spinning from too much emotion
When your sipping on gin and juice clutching the last bone bruise
And you’re under the tree searching for a noose
Hold the rope in your left hand
And break it with your teeth
Gnaw down on the sunset
While you’re looking for the sunrise
Lift up your head to the moon
And pray with closed eyes
Go on walking the road isn’t too long
Keep steady for you are not too far gone
When your nail polish chips
And the birds aren’t chirping
When your coffee is cold
But your ears are burning
When you can’t fall asleep and it’s two in the morning
Keep on dreaming
Even though you aren’t sleeping
Your mind is moving
And your hands are shaking
Your voice is quaking
And your toes are tapping
Keep your lips smacking
And your lungs inhaling
When you exhale words that aren’t meant to be heard
And your talk is wrongly taken
When you pull out the cake and it’s all undercooked
And you think to yourself what should I be making?
What should I be hearing?
What should I be seeing?
What should I be loving?
What should I be doing?
In this life I am living
And you say to them come keep me clean
Keep me focused
And keep me mean
Under all the dirt and grime
The stories under your fingernails
With the mountains you’ve climbed 
And the garden you grew
And the ocean you swam
And all the things that you knew
About fishing boats
Crossing moats
Turning rock into gold
And sinking until you float
Like George Harrison you said
Making it on his own
Living until your full grown
Never accepting or taking a loan
Because you can do this 
You said you’ll do this on your own
And there’s a ship sinking somewhere
You’re grabbing some drift wood
Staying afloat
Just because you know you should
You can take it two ways
Above or below
You can grab the door know
Or jump out the window
And you’ll see yourself in the door frame of a house
And he’ll be waiting in the kitchen
For your welcoming smile
Because this is your place
So pick up the pace and don’t lose face
They might see you with the utmost disgrace
So walk in slowly
One foot at a time
See the hallways as a maze
And find yourself in your own home
Grabbing your own keys
Dusting off your own knees
Holding onto your soul
Even in the cold breeze
You may be shaken
Or rattled
Or turned upside down
But you know that
You’ve got one foot in the door
Standing on solid ground. 


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The Son of Love's Union

The Son of Love’s Union Two hearts swelled to twice their size the day that you were born As we counted, very gently, ten fingers and ten toes then your daddy sweetly touched your little turned up nose Two hearts fell in love with our new squirming bundle of joy Wrinkled pink skin did not deter our feelings within As tiny hands grasping our fingers gave our world a spin Two hearts, joined in love, now have two children between As father, mother, sister and brother round out the score Only death could break the bond with these children we adore
By: Debra Squyres for the “Gerber Baby” members contest. Note: This poem was written from a photo of my husband and I after our son was born. I’m in the hospital bed holding him; his blanket is unwrapped so we can see all of him. I remember us counting his tiny fingers and toes and my husband being so choked up with love and pride, he reached down and simply touched his little nose. This was our first son, second child. Sadly, death did break the physical bond, but not the bond of love of Son for father. Deeply cherished photo.


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Slender Man's Wedding Gift

11/26/12
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep in Slender Man's void of existence, Long fingers open an old-fashioned, gothic box She watches excitedly for his reaction A mini puppet show plays within, Featuring little children— Little, creepy dead children Strange, carnival-type music plays off tune As the pale children dance in a circle with glee In the midst of the dancing there stands a tall figure without a face And a very happy woman in his arms The children open their hearts and sing: "Oh happy days have cometh, For Mr and Mrs. Slender, Though dead we are we runneth, With mirth ever rendered! We sing this song on your behalf, With dancing, joy, and many a laugh..." And the smallest, creepiest, bloodiest girl Comes up with a dazzling dress twirl: "There shall be a pause of slaughter and beheading, For Mr. and Mrs. Slender's wedding!" And with charm the children dance and sing some more As the slender man in the box does dance with the girl But soon the little children disappear from view Back into the box, in their respectful coffins And the two figures in the box stand alone As the girl hands him a wedding gift with a wink Long fingers close the old-fashioned, gothic box Looking happily at his wife in awe To his delight she winks with many a blush


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Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
WAIT! 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.


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My Mask

It hurts all the time
This pain in me never stops
I want to cry for you
I want to scream for you
I want to beg for you
I want you to be here
This cant be fair
This cant be real

But I smile and I laugh
I get up every morning to go to work
Throw on a happy face and make some jokes
I come home and enjoy my day
I have fun
And I continue on
But I’m so hurt
I’m so lost

Seeing you in there killed me
I could never get the phone call out my head
The screams from my mom
The walk up there to see if it was true
But most of all I wont forget you
In the casket
Touching your hand
You were so cold
You didn’t belong there
Seeing you go into the ground
Seeing them fall apart
Feeling my heart break into pieces
When all I could do is scream
I will never forget that day

And every time I smile I want to cry
Every time I laugh I want to cry
Every time I think I want to cry
Every breath I take takes a little bit out of me
Because I want to cry

I want this to not be real
I want to had spend more time with you
I want to hug you
Laugh with you 
Tell you I love you
That I was always there
That I am still always here

I am so broken
But I continue on with life

Because God took you and not me
He wanted me here for a reason
So ill continue on for
You
I will laugh
And smile
And pretend
Anything to make it to the end
To see you

I miss you just isn’t enough
It doesn’t mean enough


What heals a broken heart?
Time they say

But time wont bring you back
So my heart stays broken
As I pretend to smile

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


As I’m falling apart

My mask then goes on



RIP Bebo... 17 was to young


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Mr Perfect

Mr Perfect

He was
Everyone said
-Except himself
Mr Perfect.
The one who got everything right
Always won
Never gave up
Stood firm in his principles.
So they drilled him
In sensitive places
Like his heart
And he broke.
Mother, I, Me
Will pick up the pieces
Glue the shapes
Together.
In all the wrong places
Higgeldy 
Piggeldy
And back to front.
Because imperfection
Is more beautiful
Than Perfection
In a child.


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12:40 AM: Still Watching TV

Feelin' fine
On a Sunday night, despite my
Lack of sleep
I need sleep for school tomo
I'm a crazy boy, I know!
Watchin' film 
Watchin' DODGER games 
And Lakers Games
With my brother and sister on red couch 
T.V. night tonight! 
Watchin' screen eagerly
Watchin' scary movie
Watchin' my bro's tennis match
Watchin' cartoons

Like Spongebob and.... 

Never mind that! 
No one needs tah no dat!


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Theological Understanding

Every thirty seconds on the news I see a new story about a murderer, a burglar, a child 
molester.
It has been said that we cannot know the face of God/ess,
But using scientific methodology, I would 
venture that this burning bush that we call earth was set ablaze by an omnipotent child with 
a magnifying glass, laughing at the blackend husks of ants and dinosaurs, neanderthals and 
Newtons. 
It would be a foolish theory if you could prove to me that violence isn't cyclical, a cascading 
and tumescent force which only gains strength as it moves along.


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Mama I Love You

I didn’t really know you.
Oh, I thought I did…
in the cocksure way a child thinks 
she knows everything.

I didn’t know you until so near the end
then you, were not the you of childhood.
Your soft waved hair had grayed with anxiety and fear.

How was I to know 
or you to answer, if questions which stayed 
so long unasked and so unanswered?

For a child to see a Mother torn brings it own fear
for fledgling trusts a Mother’s wing to hide her
to wrap her in a safe and warm embrace.

But, it was you who hid, and left me wanting
yet, it was all you could do…so you said.
Had I only grown strong sooner,
flown free faster of my own accord
would I have loved you, or you loved me, dearer?
who knows when fear doomed us from the start.

I held you close and sang you songs that morning
though through a morphine haze, you never knew
of green fields and sunsets all a dawning
Oh how I wished,    I could say, one more…
 “I love you.”

Poet: D. Guzzi


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People


The World in its most esteemed value is nothing without people,
A Nation is as great as its people,
A City is recognized by others for its people,
A Community is only the people of families which builds or destroys,
Or so it should be as in a home.

Therefore people are the most valuable in the whole world,
People are the families of homes which canter and cater to all likenesses...
All people are the building blocks, cornerstones and destruction
Of the nations which makeup the World.

The World is void without people and the true value of life is people....


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Within a child's grip

I sit on your knee, I look in your eyes,
And I weep...

I begin to say, Daddy please stay,
Please, don't go...

The days turn to weeks
Mommy can't speak

I promise myself, never to forget,
This weight that lays heavily upon my chest.

It's a moment in life which I can't escape,
The image so clear,  the fear in your eyes, so fresh in my mind.

I'm forgetting your smile,
I would have to say, it's been quite a while..

My world torn apart, 
My childhood a blur, in one single moment, a fresh new start.

I'm two year old, with very little to hold.
My daddy is gone, what exactly went wrong?

I begin to say...

Daddy please stay, why not give this one more day?


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A True Man

Being laid by every other girl does not make you a Real Man.
Playing with every girl's Heart does not make you a True Man.
 
A True Man never hurts a girl,
A True Man never Breaks a girl's Heart,
and Most of all.
A True Man never sleep with every girl he lays his Eyes on just to Prove he is a Real Man.
 
All you ever wanted is to be Loved,
It's not too hard to ask Nowadays.
You don't need to learn how to attract or seduce girls because they're already running after you.
 
If you're a True Man you don't need to prove that you are One.
If you're a True Man you must know how to be Polite and be a Gentleman.
 
You must learn how to be a True Man,
then, Try to act like one.
Don't show it to others or to anyone.


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The Perfect Painting

Brown and black hues
Tattered rags
Whimpering cries
A baby suckling
Through the torn shirt
A woman looking starved
Trying to feed her baby
Right there
Beside that alley
Eyes dimmed with sorrow
No sparkle in anything
Trying to cover her baby
With her tattered stole
Only bright colour
Her love for her kid
Framed this painting
Is now on a wall of my mind
A perfect painting
That moves my heart
Every now and then
Could melt million hearts
Every now and then....

Dated....16-5-2014


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I Am a Little Rabbit

- I am a little rabbit, hrum - hrum,

I like sweet carrot, hrum - hrum,

I'm like a ferret, hrum - hrum,

Live in a burrow, hrum - hrum,

Though it's narrow, hrum - hrum,

Now I am eating cabbage, hrum - hrum,

It's for my courage, hrum - hrum.

- Dear little rabbit, tell me your habit!

- Hrum - hrum!


© Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


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The Adagio of Sacrifice

This fight is over. We lost, they won. They would kill us both without any remorse.
I am not afraid to die. I am weak. Yet you, so young and pure who doesn’t even know peace.
I cannot fight, nor resist. So now, go young one. And do not forget the land of your birth.
I cannot walk, nor run. I am done for so now, go young one and save yourself.
I cannot speak nor shout. I am too weak so now, go young one and gain the strength to fight.
You are young, and you are strong. I am dying so now, go young one and live for those who died.
They are here now to kill us both. So run little one and remember me for always till eternity.


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Cut up diamond birthed

Cut up Diamond birthed 

The   dawn, diamond-cold ,  
walls , sleepless  harsh clinical,  softened,  
soothing  love sparkled with crystals of dew 
lullaby of blossom-pastel  hues smoothing ,
light of diamond-cut  prisms  glimmering ,
flowering month of showers 
studded daisies in the bowers,
beneath the sun, red and yellow gemstones
tumbled on dark soil

A baby’s sunbeam fist ,  light-bright , 
a curling  trellis of clinging sweet peas
climbing the ladder of morning,
crystalline sunlight stroked your face softly, 
golden  sunrise of a late light 
jewel of April polished sleeping..gently..

14/mar/14
PS: What has resulted after cutting up the Charlotte poem ‘ Diamond birthed day’


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A Child's Training

(Prov. 22: 6 /  Heb. 5: 14  /  Deut. 6: 6-9  /  2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16  /  Matt. 19: 13, 14)


(Part One of Two)



If A Child Wants To Eat Candy
All Day Long …
When You Tell Them ‘No!’ - -
Is It Wrong?

If A Child Wants To Stay Up On School Nights
And Not Go To Bed …
Will You Leave The Matter At That
And Do What They Said?

If A Child Wants To Run The Streets
At All Hours of  The Night …
Would You Allow It
And Say ‘It’s Alright’?

If A Child Fell Into Hanging Out
With The Wrong Crowd …
Would You Do Nothing
Thereby Showing It’s Allowed?

If A Child Gets Some Silly Notion
And Is Being Misled …
Will You Not Try To Talk
Some Sense Into Their Head?

And When Your Child Makes A Mistake
(‘Cause All Of Us Make Life’s Errors)
Are You Going To Be Loving & Forgiving
Or Come Off Like Some Holy-Terror?

If You See That Your Child’s Life
Is In Imminent Danger …
Would You Leave His Soul’s Wellbeing
To Some Ulterior-Motive Stranger?

All Children Need Education
That’s Why We Send Them To School
But Isn’t Home Training
The Best Place For Understanding Life’s Rules?

Before Your Child Gets Polio or Smallpox
Or Some Other Life Threatening Situation
Would You Not Seek Out Preventative
Medicine or Cures Thru Vaccinations?

If A Child Just Wants To Play
And Not Do Chores or Homework …
Would You Not Try To Find Out
Why A Lazy Streak Is Starting To Lurk?

If Your Child Is Depressed
Unmanageable or Confused …
Would You Not Put Extreme Effort
Into Finding Just What You Could Do?

If A Child Needs To Be Shown Love
and We Withhold Our Kisses & Hugs
Are We Guilty When They Grow Up
Into ‘Crypts & Bloods’?

If Your Child Doesn’t Want To Talk
and Retreat In Hiding From The World
Wouldn’t You Do Everything In Your Power
To Help Your Precious Boy or Baby-Girl?

If Your Child Has Low Self Esteem
Or Shows A Lack of Character …
Wouldn’t You Want To Be
Their Value & Virtue  Narrator?

If Your Child Just Really Needs
Someone To Listen & To Talk To …
Would You Not Prefer
that That Someone Be You?

I Once Knew A Police Officer
Who Had Said of His Beat …
A Child Can Get Discipline At Home
Or They’ll Get Their Beatings In The Streets

And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find



(Part One of Two)


                      Written & © :  7/16/2013

                       By:  The MoonBee


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oh highness; let your power be my warrior.

Oh God, 
Everything is fading,
I am dying,
My soul is crying 
Endless tears,
endless tears keep on falling
darkness all around me,
sadness surrounding me,
For a minute
I think I'm happy;
A smiling soul
But a dead child instead
That needs to be resurrected again
By the touch of love 
By the touch of your care my highness…
Im still a child inside,
Im a child 
that cant find its way out,
Am alone 
All alone 
Feeling my heartbeats
race like wind,
feeling my fingers
shiver from fear, 
listening to my soul
crying out of pain…
I need your power my highness
I need your power
to be my warrior
in easing my pain 
in resurrecting me again…   


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ANNABELL

This is know departure
But a posture
Distance journeys on without me
Aloof I stand to watch
The railing speed of time
My Heart, tells it all
All grown now
Though gone for just a while
Here, just a departing distance apart
'Move on!' 'Move on!'
For me to cross
Cross to my heart
My daughter
She stands in waiting
Yes, those are Her feet
I just got off the pacing train
Annabell I see, to dearly hug

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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from mother to daughter

some mothers are so close to
their daughters, that they can
crack dirty jokes together, that
the daughter will come to mom
for anything---
certainly the result of mother
remembering what it was like to be
younger, spending the time with
her child in order to form an
unbreakable bond of trust & 
the want to not repeat the things
she hated that her own mother did
to her, or neglected, as the case
may have been.

can’t imagine that the birds n’ bees
are a hard subject to go over when
such a bond exists, where the daughter
is always asking mom about everything
from the first kiss to further involvement---
but still, what must it be like for
such a mom to wake up in the morning &
know that the innocence is gone?

is it easier for the mother who has a deep
bond, to know that her daughter is 
having sex, than a mother who doesn’t
have it together?  

certainly the ignorance of a child
might allow for less knowledge considering
the point & so what does it mean for the
both of them, when the innocence is 
gone?

a man cannot know---
he cannot look into a young one’s eyes &
know the same as the woman who has
given birth to this child,
he cannot step outside the young man
that he himself was---
all he has is the hindsight that those
particular days were wrought with raging
hormones & all the time in the world to
reap the benefits of being young.

when mother looks in her daughter’s eyes,
does she begin to worry more?
how much worry must past through on a
daily basis, before she goes to bed, before
she goes to work,
wondering if her child is alright?
&
how much of the time does she just sigh from
being overwhelmed &
sensory overloaded with stress
that never seems to relent
from mother to daughter &
daughter to mother.


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The Suicide

Manifestation
Like maple grass shoots
Like attack cobwebs
Like forlorn lovers
Like someone should be addressing the morbid
The end
The can't
The shouldn't
These things manifest in my hands
Like well fed baby dolls
Like those who can't get by
Like burgundy tears
Like purple lashes
That will all melt away soon too
Under moss engraved cobble stones
Like ear wigs in fresh bark
Like hard candy 
Like a digested apple skin
Like goodbye mama
Goodbye papa
Goodbye sister
Eternity to me is pomegranate juice
In the bathtub 
Like decapitated deer
Like road kill
Like the smell of burnt toast
Like frozen peas on a bone bruise
Manifesting into a heart
The heart 
Of her 
The girl saying goodbye mama
Goodbye papa 
Goodbye sister
Her kisses take the breeze
Like a leaf blower blowing leaves
Like smoke from a cigar
Like tea kettle steam
Like a house in fire
Eternity is a bath tub
A finger prick
One dead end click
Of a cell phone
A corse rope
A belt 
A necklace too tight
An anklet that doesn't fit right
A girl blowing kisses in the air saying
Goodbye mama 
Goodbye papa
Goodbye sister


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A Fools Parade

Knowing that somehow, I had to break away this day...
Melting wax figures and faces, which no one could place
Having lost my faith in they as most everything they'd say
Unable to grasp anything concrete thus bound amid disarray.


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I made a little poem

I made a little poem
Put it in a bottle 
And sent it out to sea
God luck little poem
Success and happiness


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remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.


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My best blessing

when I look into your eyes I smile all the way to my soul

when I feel your heart beat I soar to the wonderful sky

when I hold you dear I lose my self in the serenity of peace

when I think about you its as if my world will never be dark again

when I listen to what you have to say its as if I am mesmerized by your spell

now forever and always I will be eternally grateful the god gave me my greatest blessing

 and that blessing is you my son!


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In white

Written 27/12/2013


White
And she sighs
In serenity
White
Years shroud
Like lace
Protecting porcelain
Face
Shrugs off she
White
Within purity
Casts aside
Shawl
Of homemade grace
White
Which haunts me
Darkness in night
White she flairs
Shimmers like sun 
Flair
Sparkle like sheen
Upon water
She 
White 
So bright
Blinds my
Eyes
Cannot see
White
Kills inside
Worry
White
Haunts for every 
Moment
A better light
I could 
Have been
White
For the innocence
That stings
Promise of
A better life
White
For I sacrifice
Life 
So yet she can
Sing

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working on myself

i'm working on myself
this may take a while
i should be searching for help
but i know how to fake a smile

they tell us to express ourselves,no swearing
walk arounf with my headphones blaring
grew up without a mum and dad
use my idols Eminem and Cristiano Ronaldo to clone parents

it's funny i used to find growing up in care embarrasing
like my parents don't want me,so who else will
then i realised life isn't a race it's a marathon
hide my insecurities,let them see my arrogance

think what you like,i don't care at all
learned to pick myself up
so a im not scared at all
this world can't beat me.unless i choose to self-destruct

i speak what others are scared to voice
my whole life leaving me paranoid
but i use my pain as encouragment
and i use the rain as nourishment

i'm me haven't got another side to show to you
yeah my past has left me a little emotional
trust no one.love no one.everyone is disposable
so i won't allow myself to get close to you

i've got a fear of love
people add tears,takeaway trust
then i'm left trying to clear my cuts
the heart you see here is shut

i'm not half the man i used to be
that's right.i'm twice the man
you expected me to hide and fall
i decided to fight and sand


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LET ME SING YOU A LULLABYE

LET ME SING YOU A LULLABYE


To the child that was in the womb for nine months
But never had a chance to breath the breath of life
You are a angel in heaven
Let me sing you a lullabye

To the child that hungers for love
But only has known abuse of their innocense
I pray you are found and given a hug
Let me sing you a lullabye

To the child that is hidden somewhere
Waiting and wonders why hasn't anyone found them
I pray you are found and set free
Let me sing you a lullabye

To the child that was playing outside
A accident took their life too soon
I pray for you peace and hearts go out to the families
Let me sing you a lullabye

Everyday we cannot escape it, always on the news
SO SAD, WHY, a tragic story
I can only want to hold you so softy and comfort you
Sing to you a lullabye

Written by:  Debra M. Falgout







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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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Love Your Offspring

love your offspring,                                                                                                 
for soon, off they will spring like frogs gainst morning dew


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Chinese New Year

Red envelope
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street


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About Children

< About children I want to talk. Everyday 
I hear on the news, that somewhere a
child has been murdered or abused.

What has happened to our Society? Are
we deaf or have we gone blind? I heard 
that every six minutes somewhere a child
is being murdered or abused.

Let's wake up and be on alert, to help that 
child that is being hurt. Let us report what 
we see and help our children to be free.

Child predators are everywhere. It could be 
your next door neighbor, or your child's 
teacher in school. Maybe - their bus driver.
All these stories have been heard before.

A family member, could be involved too. It
could be an uncle, a brother, maybe even
their own mother. A father too has killed
his own child, because the baby cried.

A child is defenseless against grown ups -
so let's you and I do our part. Next time it
could be - your child or mine... >


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Someday

Imagine a boy whose heart you've broken. 
Picture him there, crying, sulking. 
Hands grasped around those fatal tokens. 
That you had left, much like him, broken.

Now listen to his dying monologue. 
For these words shall never again be spoken.

"It was here on this bed I lay, 
Where you said all you need to say, 
As you packed nearly all your things and ran away.
Leaving me there alone, that tragic day. 
Left me kicking, screaming, crying, in a fray. 
You left me in this never ending state of dismay, 
When you left me that way. 

Preaching to a newly understood god, 
'Someday! 
Someday soon!
Someday Maybe!
I don't know, just someday' 

What more is there for me to say besides someday?
For you could not sooth this wounded beast at bay.
By simply saying, 

'I will stay,
End this foolish disarray,
And continue that cold harpening music that we had once played.
Just to save you from sudden decay.
Someday I'll be your forever.
Someday never!
Someday-' 

'Stop! Stop! Stop!'
I'll say. And, 

'Would you do me one last favor please?
Before you come return for these last few things and leave, 
Kick me while I'm on my knees, 
Deny every last one of my final pleas, 
And rip my heart from about your sleeve. 
Would you do me one last favor please, 

And grant this wish, 
For a have scaffold through many a dark abyss 
Of my sub conscious, 
But still have gone a miss, 
In search of that fatal kiss. 
A kiss I had once wished to share with you.' 

What more is there for me to do, 
For you to do, 
For us to do.
We are now dead!' 

Just as he is dead.
Stuck in his own head, 
Because of the words that you had left unsaid, 
The love that you had left unfed. 
He is now dead, 
In his own head.
 



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Garden of Angels

A smile was what I got from you,
when you looked at me.
I cared for you each and every day,
and your bright eyes set me free.
Your laughter filled my entire house, 
and filled my heart with song;
then one morning, without warning, 
your tiny life was gone.

You'd become another angel,
in the choir of heavenly care,
and I am sure you played all day,
with your family way up there.
I missed you down on Earth,
but I hope one day to be,
a part of the Garden of Angels,
and in your company.


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Chasing, Racing

The child ran
Monsters chasing, always racing

The child is running
      Crying and running
And behind him came chasing
Abandoned dreams
Nightmares of regret:
       Monsters.


© Samir Georges
2010


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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Love's Parameters

I watched a young mother slapping her child
Unmercifully in his face today 
And wanted to return the favor
Equally, in a like-wise manner.
I’ve no earthly idea what the child must have done
To find himself the recipient of this unnecessary abuse
And was enraged at his predicament
While watching helplessly.

I contrasted this picture 
With other scenes I’ve witnessed
Whereby other mothers permit their children 
The most unruly and inappropriate behavior imaginable.
The difference between extremes of abusive behavior 
And an appropriate amount of gentle, loving persuasion
Which every child needs and craves
Is a matter of degree.

In all life’s fecundities a balance must be sought,
Attempted to be achieved
To create the ideal coalescence 
In the universe that leads
To peace, harmony and equanimity.
Parents need not be maltreating 
Their children as if lesser human beings
Nor allowing them unmitigated freedom
Void of boundaries or limitations.

Life is all about learning 
How far we can go
And the wise teacher is one 
Who teaches we are all arrows
In potential or released 
From the confines of a bow…

Human limits
Are meant to be stretched, expanded 
While love provides the parameters
Between feeling comfortably at home 
And lost or stranded. 


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Beseeching Mary

Within the weighty door, weary souls went; as did I as a child of eight, to the silent sentience within… Upon the stoutest oak they sat, worrying beads. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,” The penitants, the prayerfull, the pitiful, rock. The innocent observations of childhood. Inward stares, upcaste eyes, open hearts, rock. “Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb…” Beside masterpieces of goldleaf raised plaster pain, they walk, worrying, burnished beads; mindful of His journey “…Jesus.” Each has a path they walk, weighted weary souls. Yet, they remember in their hearts His path and it’s toll. The child in me remembers this in wonder. Besceeching Mother Mary to lift their weight, their toll. The Child in me knows Mary.


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Summer Fun

I recall days long departed When I was just a kid . . . O, how I loved Mother's garden I would run in the sun and play all day Down paths now vanished . . . I would lay spread-eagle on the scented grass An emerald carpet laid just for me I would creep amongst the shade trees And climb to the highest branches Where I would sit for hours and hours Listening to the birds twitter and dance I would pluck some blossoms Place them in a pickle jar for Mother And she would exclaim happily At what a delightful child I was . . . My childhood was full of happiness Watching the little birds play in the bird bath O, I remember it all so clear But no more, now the garden is but a thorny field And Mother has departed this realm And I . . . I grew up and found out that life is cruel That happiness and delight are rare gems indeed But . . . In my mind and solitude I am that skipping child again Written August 27, 2012 For the contest Summer Fun Sponsored by Craig Cornish


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Dawn of Light- Nelson Mandela

27 years have I spent amongst these prison walls
Waiting patiently for the day to dawn 
When my people shall be set free from racial discord
Wife and child and all have I given up for the cause
My life is set on freedoms pyre as a ransom for the fire
My blood is hot and my thirst unquenchable
The voice of my ancestors instilling courage and confidence
Do not give up the fight till each man has won his right
The day has finally dawned, like a child bursting out of its mothers womb
The price is paid, my life is laid , I can at last rest in my tomb.
God Bless Africa!!


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Child Abuse-----Deserving Of Hatred

Child Abuse Domestic Violence Child abuse is more than bruises, While physical abuse is shocking Due to the scars it leaves, Not all child abuse is as obvious. Ignoring children's needs, Putting them in unsupervised, Dangerous situations, or Making a child feel worthless, or Stupid are also child abuse. Regardless of the type of child abuse, The result is serious emotional harm. Physical abuse is just one type of child abuse. Neglect and emotional abuse Can be just as damaging and Since they are more subtle, Others are less likely to intervene. While its easy to say that only Bad people abuse their children. Its not always so black and white and Doesn't only happen in poor families or, Bad neighborhoods. It crosses all racial, economic and cultural lines. Sometimes, families who seem to have it all From the outside are hiding a different story Behind closed doors. While abuse by strangers does happen, Most abusers are family members or Others close to the family. Child sexual abuse a hidden type of abuse. The use of praise or rewards doesn't Make children feel supported. It makes them feel evaluated and judged. In particular when praise is a technique, We have learned from a book or a seminar, It's likely to come across as false and contrived. Praise and rewards, like flattery, Can stink of our efforts to control And lose our child's respect. Focus the child on his/her own pleasure at achieving. Help him/her to self-evaluate. Children are born with an enormous desire to learn. __________________________________________ __________________________________________ Thank you for reading Chitta


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Ravnica na ispucalom dlanu

Napušteni roditeljski dom
Još uvijek je mirisao na kukuruzni kruh
I beztjelesne korake ravnodušnog majcinstva.
 
U uglu djecje sobe pronadena muzicka kutija
Puna Mocarta i ožiljaka,
Trošni ormar 
S policama za slaganje
Uvijek svježe nabranog mraza,
 
Sve to,
I poneki otisak
Oceve zjenice
Na nevidljivom akvarelu,
Natjera je da zaledi srce
I stisne pesnice,
Da se sjecanja ne prostru po duši
Kao nepregledna ravnica
Na ispucalom dlanu.
 


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Thy Ceridwen

Thou ceridwen
beautiful and most fair
seek thy knowledge
in the witches lair-

Keeper of wisdom
poetry and creed
magic moonlight
carrier of the ravens seed-


Creirwy, Morfan and Taliesin
blessed children that  you are
gifts from the Gods
as fallen stars-

But my son Morfan
his fate so sad
to look upon his 
countenance really bad-

A brew I made
for my dear son
so the people
my child they would not shun-

A year and a day
so long to make
but with my words
inclusion his heart
to take-

But my servant I sent
to watch over the brew
foolish mistake
for in doing this
of the potion he did take-

A rabbit he turned into
and I a greyhound
silently gave chase
without making a sound-
So he became a fish
and into the river he went
I an otter
his life now spent-

Foolish he turned into a bird
so I became a hawk
never getting weary
not saying a word-

Tired as he was
into a grain of corn
he became
he should have realized
he would never be the same-
For I in my wisdom
became a hen
eating the corn
in the sinners den-

Nine months later
a child was born
I weary and worn
but to him I could
not make myself kill
so I wrapped him in cloth
and threw him in the water
that maybe he might have a chance 
at life still-

Found he was
and so lived he
to become the Poet
Taliesin virtuous and free
a great writer
he shall be known for
all eternity-


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A Reason To Believe

When in sorted times we have become complacent when
Shattered fragments left loose on their briars once again
In timeless plight we have a tendency to forget the night
The day is far spent while lived by sight;

A Reason To Believe
When shadows get loosened to its course of shape
We will wallow to reach the North in spiral fate
We live in mockery sent to the close of faith

With a cascading ship filled with fools going much too late
In crimsome tide ethced through the surface of my mind
I try to look yet today all is much too blind
As if animals going out on some desolate perch

Shades of black paint in its overt mask
What will ceil the case never to give anyone any flack
A fickle of Pine rested on the back porch ventured vine
We all must search the scriptures daily otherwise one is totally blind!


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Angel lullaby's


Dimonds are not beauty. Beauty is people and things unknown. Things unknown that swirl around in a young child's mind and happiness amounts to a flower crown made for a small girl with the soul of a faire. Happiness that comes from the pure joy of looking in your mothers deep brown eyes and getting warm fuzzies . Joy that spills out into a smile when a wise woman tells her that the little floating fuzzies in the air are baby angels and that when it thunders it's just there mom singing them an angel sized lullaby a lullaby that makes her big blue eyes sparkle....But the wind changes and the sparkling in her big blue eyes fade and the flower crown withers and dies and the baby angels turn into dust and unknown things still bring joy. But so do things that bring trouble and those big brown eyes sometimes betray her and the thunder is just thunder and baby Angels and days of simple joy vanish ...But if she waits just for the right moment the clowds will gather and the sparkle returns to her big blue eyes and the wounderful liquid leaks out of the sky! spinning and spinning her hair dripping. She squeezes the big blue eyes shut and suddenly the baby angels return To the sky and the Flower crown gets a long drink of water and blooms once again and and the angel lullaby returns to the air and rings in her ears and those deep brown eyes watch her spinning and remember why they fell in love with her and 
finally she is home !!


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Whorl Fingerprint

The hallow inside the given tree that calls and beckons to me. 
I cannot help but become enraptured of all there is to see. 
The dancing faeries hop around with immense delight. 
Oh, this is such a pleasing sight. 
But, behold! 
The night is free!
I feel drawn to the murky blanket of the nocturnal time. 

The glittering hues of pale pink and baby blue
Don some sort of mysterious hue 
As I walk around the cobblestone path, 
The mystique of the undulation of colors derives from those 
who purloin babies from mothers as the giggle and laugh and steal. 

The hated lies that come 
Foaming out and dropped of children that formed not a bout. 
As they are pacified by glittering dreams tonight. 
The lullabies soothe and bathe them as they lie down. 
The songs and chants are hypnotic as I tread that path. 
I warily glance to the night as I could be taken. 
The last dew left on the bottom of the lily tonight.

It was the Eve of the Hallow and not a soul was in sight, 
yet twinkling lights kept rebounding up high. 
I clutched my child unto my chest. 
Lest he be taken from my breast. 

Oh, behold, as the shining intensified.
Nothing was left for me to be pacified. 


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LAUGHTER

Laughter 2ft tall
Charging up and down the stairs.
Laughter in my arms and
Around my neck.
Laughter tickling my feet with teddy.
Now laughter in the garden
Hiding in the bushes
And rolling in the grass.
Laughter in the kitchen
Amidst dinner and juice.
Laughter and the Tweenies.
Laughter in the bath with Winnie.
Laughter in the bedroom with 
The three little pigs.
Laughter tucked away in bed.
No more laughter.


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Junipers, when I was young

Summer came crashing down like a thunderhead 
Hordes of children released from their brick prisons 
My young eyes watched out the passenger window 
Our yard, brown spots and all, I loved it

The way we ran, the sprinkler cackling in the background 
Voices hoarse from delighted screams, evening bubbles by 
Blades of grass stick to my heel, and I dream of junipers 
They line the front of our house, protecting it from monsters 

I want to take that particular green and paint my life with it
Over again, just once more, standing next to the street
Rubbing the needles between my fingers, sticky with life 

The evergreen balm sparkles through my senses 
Stirring up magic and stories about the high sea 

Night time comes and my memory stands tall 
The curtains in my bedroom billow like sails 
And outside, the castle wall still stands 


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Pickled Madness

Born a wee bit 'early' like a crocus
covered in the snow of March
and unwelcome stranger am I to a
clue less world, child of the Jew.

A wee bit early for proprieties sake
yet, Mother never admitted such 
to her dying breath.
Bit 'early' the Mainiac's 
would say "ayah?"
like a daffodil in a soft, wet, ripe
spot of humus in the sun.
A bud of brightness, but, out of place.
Crocus croaking beneath the weight
of prejudice a hybrid combine
of drink and mind
covered in the after birth of woman.

In the snow's furnace Mother was born also.
Child of German extract and Mayflower heir.
Of March mother new little, raised at the foot of Mt. Battie 
and unwelcomed except by she was the
stranger.......

Am I not, the child of 'pickled madness', aye.
To a clue less world was I born.
Clue less as to the exotic mix
world child as are so many now
of the Jew.

* New Form each line begins with words in order
taken from the first verse.
**See About the Poem


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Beauty Beneath the Surface

Listen to the musical, harmonic sound,
Its Dear Beauty coming down.
She is in every detail of my eye.
She brings to life the wonderful sky.
I see her in
the plump girl,
the geek,
the recluse,
And
the neat freak.
She gives me new light and perception.
She shows me that it is not what lies in front of my eye,
but what we do not
see,
hear,
taste,
touch,
or smell.
Its how we feel at the moment its revealed.
Beauty is
a child at play,
a crisp rainy day,
a clear, blue sky,
a stomach cramping laugh,
the sound of a child receiving his/her first toy.
Beauty is the feeling of accomplishment
when you get an “A.”
Beauty is a clever thing,
she makes the most---strange and absurd
become the most, wonderfully captivating.
To me,
beauty is the soul of things springing to life.


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Fire Engine Blues

The Child I once was and knew so well
Has faded into a harden shell 

I won and lost a battle here and there
But, yet the war it rages everywhere

My wisdom do earn and over rate it 
And yet, still others will debate it

Faithful trust, just turned into dust 
Life was de-veined, derailed, just a bust

I must, I must, I must
Postponed and deflated 

Under rated Twas some others fate 
I entered into life; a little less, then late

Who dare such a thing? 
Whom could bare such; without wings? 

Debased I can not sing
Gone Is my wedding ring

With Burning Passions 
Set a blaze; my eternals rage 

Bones and flesh are melted, as the Ice 
I take one more hit, a final slice

Fathers and mothers race
A child left with out a face

Flames grown and have over whelmed
Limbs deformed and burned I squirm

I did not ever learn
I was Burned

Sirens sound fires burn 
The loneliest of hues  

While I listen to 
The Fire Engine Blues

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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The Rest For Free

If not for the darkness, how would we appreciate the light?
All things have their reasons, I know
I think of my heart in days gone by
And woe, the harsh winds did come to blow
Perhaps a small branch was loosely hanging,
which pained me-
in this splendor of life

Yet to those who thirst,
let them drink freely of living water
And realizing that God is infact love,
teaches us love,
and trust through His Son

I think of those still waundering, lost and angry at God
As for me, once upon ago, I thought I was a goner
at any moment God would zap me 
And how, I modeled Our Heavenly Father, 
after the Dad I had had

I was mistaken....
God does not like sin
No, not at all
Yet he knew creating the earth,
 that one day, his son would take the sins of the world away

He does not mean to zap us from His throne on high
but teach us a better way for living

and guess what?
accepting Jesus as your Savior, deep within your heart he will stay
AND YOU GET THE REST, like Heaven, FOR FREE


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A Child in Reality

Her bright brown eyes stared...
They stared into a world of lightness.
It was a world known only to her mind.
A world where dreams came true

But it was only a world of fantasy to the eyes of others,
A world of fun and games, and not reality to the ones with experienced eyes.
But to her eyes, it was the only reality,
The only reality she had ever known.

They called her a baby and a coward,
But if the child had really known the true reality of the experienced eyes,
She may never want to open her eyes,
Or awaken and see what they all saw...a world of darkness.

Who could blame her for being naive and ignorant?
A child who would be traumatized if she saw half the things they saw.
She had seen enough of what she should know.
A child should only know but so much.

Who could say they've seen it all? 
Who could say this as a child?
Who could blame her for her innocence?
For who would want to be a child in reality?


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I am a Child Woman

I am a child, beguiled by sweets and word treats
Enticed and spiced by phrases and rhymes that chime
Naive, I grieve over my gullibility, for you see
Words are to me, a living entity, sweet poetry

I am a child woman
A woman child
Believing, seeking, needing 
My world wonder of words
To be real... I want to feel, not to conceal
I’m blind to what’s disguised…written lies
My heart cries
I pay the price
I pay the price

I am a woman
I am a child
But, alas, a lover's heaven is not for such as these

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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TO HEAL A HEART

TO HEAL A HEART..
Little Cinderella, my princess.
The bravest dreamer of all time.
My shinning light in dark times such as now.
Wipe your tear and look into my eyes like before.
	
I know you miss your old friends,
I know you miss aunt Victoria your English teacher,
Mostly,you miss Crosby our neighbours dog.
It’s just for awhile dear, things will be better soon.

Dearest, we moved because we don’t have enough money for now.
Soon though everything will be ok.
You know I keep my promise.
Like when I took you to Disney and to see grandma back in Africa.

Meanwhile look in the corner,
Theres a basket that’s longing for your touch,
Go ahead and open it,
That’s CROSBY the second!!



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December the 8th

I used to have an eerie feeling
Of a certain date

Never knowing
Why I felt that way

I had even said
There was something
About it
But I could never
Wrap my head around it.

Such a curious thing to wonder
Why a date in your head
Would be stuck on
For you to ponder

But I realized
I'd come to hate 
That date
Later in my life
When you met your fate
You were taken from me
On December
The 8th
Is it a coincidence
Or a prediction
Of fate?

Oh how...
How much I hate
The date
Of December... 
December
The 8th.


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Gender Discrimination

Who are you
Your father's son or daughter
Or your mothers?
If you are your father's
You gotta have his surname
But if you are your mother's
Her name you don't take
But once you get married
Oh, boy! Your surname won't change
Hey girls, What makes you change your surname?
This is anomalous
Seemingly unfair
Discriminative
An assault on women rights
A blow to the fair sex
Whoever hath made this rule
He must be a damn big fool!!


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Silver Tongue

His fingers left blood on the strings 

but, come time to walk away he hadn’t really learned anything.

Course and dried brushes sit atop the rubbish,

His mind held a perfection too delicate for his clumsy hands to create.

He opened his mouth to sing like a jay but, instead of notes it was rust that fell out. Part of the wear and tear of early adulthood.

But then, this same boy picked up a pen and found some paper. The pen in his hand felt as natural his own bones and he began to write.

He wrote every tear

He scribed every star

He built towers from mountains with every line

High enough that the angel’s just might hear them.

He made pages for chapters of his life that could make those seraphim weep sapphire tears.

He could write the wind blowing across the nape of your neck in Autumn

And make you feel the chill on your skin.

He could articulate the sad beauty of a lover’s quarrel that ends in tears

If they cry, it makes it all more real.

He documents the history of a war inside himself that will never end.

The loss and the gain,

But not those of monetary nature.

When life begins to scream around him

All he must do to silence it is to put it in a stanza.

The boy’s tongue can pave the way for good intentions, and we all know those can fall South. He finds strength. And with this Strength a power.

Finally the boy knew his gift. But how is he meant to use it and who will truly listen to the personal strands of his soul he ties together with punctuation?

And now that he has tasted the pleasure of his power, will that be enough?


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The Suspect

The three of them are sitting there, 
Faces pale in the sterile light;
The father's face is livid and red,
The mother's pale with certain dread
While their eight-year-old son stares at his shoes.
Who was the one who started the fire last night?

Perhaps the father--his foul breath tells
That he was drinking cans of beer
But then again, the mother is pale
Did she kindle the fire with love grown stale?
Behind our one-way shield, they cannot hear
As we the officers debate the case.

Who will be the one to take the fall?
Both mother and father both seem quite upset;
Either one could have struck the spark
That tore their homes and lives apart
But which one had done the crime? 
Neither one of them would dare admit.

"The child did it," I said with a frown.
"Can't you see he wants to die?
An ordinary child would fear
If he or his parents were brought in here
But this one doesn't even stop to cry."

My fellow officers shot me glares
But my intuition was proven right
A psychologist verified my hunch
The little kid had seen too much
And tried to end it all with fire that night.

What a terrible world this is
When we must suspect the kids.


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Child Drinks And Drives

               Child Drinks And Drives
        (Parents Plead 5th. Beat the 5)

Mommy and daddy are going to jail you know
5 is too young to let your baby drink and drive on roads
Something went wrong along the highway of life
The child was not lucid enough for Officer Johnny
Who pulled the kid over, doing 50 in a 30 mph zone
“Where you off to kid?” He inquired
The lad picked his nose and said, “Want some?”
The law asked the youth, “You been drinking boy?”
The lad responded, “Mommy said you’re a pig.” 
The pig…I mean Officer of the peace shouted out
License, registration, insurance card please!
You know the rest
Arrested on the spot by Mr. Prissy Cop
The toxicology test came back 2 weeks later
The child had been drinking at a bar
Snack bar, and had consumed chocolate milk & a candy bar
(Permit included)
Mom and pop are still off to jail
Derailed by other charges
Child endangerment, negligence 
And simply being born prevailed 
They will fight it though
This is America you know.
They will plead insanity, afluenza, (let’s say they’re rich)
And dehydration if it fits
This is a wonderful land we live in
And in the end they’ll take the 5th
Then take the brat home for a beating
That’s the least they do 
For eating and drinking and stealing car keys


*(He will be punished in accordance with a nationally approved government sponsored beating program naturally.  Similar to IRS corrective measures applicable for all citizens.)


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The Man in the Moon

A reflection of moonlit innocence. Once, happy days were like sand slipping through my fingers. I could not keep hold. I was only a girl. In the darkness of night, the man in the moon smiled down on me. Never alone or cold was I in the light. Though the world cannot protect a child from pain, the moon still smiles providing respite in the night. The child within thanks the moon for his warm smile. A reflection of stolen innocence, a face veiled in fear given peace by the moon's glow, a security blanket in the twinkle of stars. I prayed for peace in a place of broken souls and God showed His face in a shining moon. I pray for a thousand years of love in moonlight. I still shed tears for the girl but no longer fear. The man in the moon still smiles, a constant in an unpredictable world. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 9, 2012 Fifth place in April Poem contest (PD)


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Remember the Days

Listen my child to the sounds of love within your heart
Caress those dreams for they are what guide your life
Remember the days of the young because the weeks of the old never last as long
Learn to believe in yourself for you are the only one that can weaken the storm
Remember what my love has taught
You hold the whole world in your tiny hand but your strength could change it's whole aspect
You are the future  The determined soul  The one that will have to fight to carry on
I just pray the lessons learned now will not stray your childlike imagination when i am gone
and everything you see within me helps your unknowing path to life, love and dreams come true.


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Been Blessed

Will I have been standing on the sidelines, watching everyone go after their goals. I been missing out on the finer things that life has to offer. Seeing you  there reminds me of brighter days. Hearing your laughter, reminds me of the day my dreams all changed.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, wouldn’t change it for the world. Nothing sweeter than you. You’re that shining star, the beacon at sea. I thank the good lord for giving me you, nothing can change the love I have for you.

Will I have been standing on the sidelines, watching everyone have their fun. Now its later, you can see them down an out.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with having you as a daughter. You lifted my heart higher, each day I see you. You’re that shining star, the beacon at sea.

If I was a sailor, I would hurry home to you. Can’t get enough of that laughter, don’t like seeing a frown on your face.

Will I been standing on the sidelines, watching everyone reach to the stars. When I have one right here. Yes, I been standing on the sidelines.

I look at this world, and nothing can change my mind. There be trouble on the horizon, terrible times ahead. People getting hurt, always sad an blue. I put them in prayer as with everyone.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with writing these words. A pure melody, straight an narrow, they are flowing like a stream. Nine in the morning, an everything is going to be alright.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with this life. Wouldn’t to change it, wouldn’t to lose it. I would love to share, so here I sit writing these words.

	Oh, I got a melody running through my head, as I write these words. Sounding like country, maybe its an oldie. But none the less, its pure straight from the heart.

	Flowing like a river, steady as a stream. Let it span out there, like the clouds in the sky. Showing everyone in the world, that I got this love for them. My heart is being true, it is solid. This thing is flowing like a river, steady as a stream. Nothing rocky bout this love of mine.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with having a daughter - who is just like you…

‘Cause, I been blessed.
‘Cause, I been blessed..
‘Cause, I been blessed…


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Child of No Father

Child Of No Father.

Down the lane the wind blew into a mist of flame
I reached for hope but all was lost in a flash of flare
I reached for ages, I went for miles, and all I was left with was a cry for help
I watched the world fall down in a grief of pain
Man had taken his last fall; now all that was left were children of no fathers.


The world had set down upon me, and everything fell before me
My distance to the ground was becoming higher and I could no longer reach
The will of man was going to be in ruins and I was the last child standing
I couldn’t find belief but all in vain I cried for help
Man had taken his last fall; now all that was left were children of no fathers.


Man had splintered his home, earthly hopes and dreams of their children
He lived in duplicity in his own nature, owning to his own ruins
The cycle of life was becoming one again; I could smell the fresh air again
Like a new born child, the air felt different and reviving
Man had taken his last fall; but I was no longer a child of no father.

Written by

Terry Curran


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New Start

Can I get a new start?
Just to be myself, and caring nothing but raising hell?
I only wish to start again to be a better child, 
for with my life and choices I had to be an adult
or else i woulds cried and lost my mind.
If you ever wondered about sexting,I'll tell you that it's bad.
Almost being charged with that will never compare,
to the look on my mom and dad's face.


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Precious Gem

She has the eyes of an angel I thought to myself 
As I looked down into the stark delivery room 
Her little lips cupped into an O, as mother cries
Tears of joy fall and tiny hands clutch to touch 

The year is 1845 in a hungry Ireland with blight 
An Irish peasant surveys the empty fields of hue 
His eyes pressed to heaven with a prayer on lips 
Fears alleviate as he hears of his new baby girl 

My eyes revert back to Jacqueline and her mom 
As the morning sun sings her lullaby in the room 
New born tears fall from the dolls cherub visage 
Each tear a pear shaped diamond rolling down 

From up here her aura is of deepening tourmaline  
Falling on her cedar breath, I'm bathed in docility  
The precious little gem returns home to her maker 
And the rain falls hard, 6 years, in a patching field

November 17, 2014-11-19
Contest: Precious stones and gems


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Story three

Through the years the boy became a man that had already seen the world in his travels.  He never married because of his conviction of accused infection of the people.  The rules in those day changed ruler to ruler.  He was allowed to marry in his life time but not untill after his leader had died, he was 67 at the time.  The boy that had traveled did write a scrolled article that contained his opionion and explaination of the metors and the water but it also detailed the logistics of the war that happened on the island and even pictures of the way the warriors had left the bodies, upside down with flames or hot embers at the deads necks with iron post staked through their hearts.  The gentleman had a therory of an island with a volcano that fed eagerly and hungerly at the rotten humans that had been staked to the ground for three to seven years. He therorized that the volcano infect with the bacteria had leched to the jungle floors and perched its self to the under sides of the world.  The decription that Notradomus gave was alot like the article that the boy had written only to be published in the most private of scholarly clubs.


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Recovery takes Time

The recovery from life at seven is so trying. Having witnessed
your brother being taken to heaven. What future can a child see
through cascades of tears, what future does a parent explain to 
allay his fears. 

Their day to day life has been forever changed, as their different 
tomorrow brought loss and sever. Where do I start to tell you if I coped.
What words for the loss as my fathers health sloped.

Decisions were made from the pain we must move, to be on the peripheral, to 
rejoin life, to gain. Absorbing our loss, brought us closer than
before, but it has taken a life to go through their last door.

My father and I, responded by living. We walked in beautiful glens 
surrounded by heathers, as we as a family grew from our weathers. The walks 
on Ben Nevis in nature surround, as he taught me plenty about animals and 
plants. We would drink the clear waters as he told me it brought life. Being 
so educated at seven, filled the void. Every so often we would say " Boom 
Boom " would love being here, as we thought for a moment and then the 
eventual tears.
 
But the toll of our loss, for my father was heartbroken. His health declined 
with the loss of my brother. Six more years of sporadic times, as hospital 
became his home and child support became mine.

My recovery from life continues to this day. As I think and look back at 
all the times we spent surrounded by life, my father and I from the loss of 
a life, but I still wonder why.




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The kick inside

you feel
like you felt back than 
that first mysterious 
soft and tender kick
was a foot, an elbow 
a knee or a heel

you can’t 
because 
it's not real
in your mind
until the second time

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 

Under 15 lines 
Contest Judged:  12/9/2012 12:00:00 AM	
Sponsored by: SKAT- AB SIN THE-

	7	The kick inside	 by Ellie Daphne van Stralen


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Right Back Under

He crawled right back under again
Like a tiny crab amongst unfeeling boulders
The bullies looked down upon him
And he accepted his inferiority 
He felt comfort in hiding away
Right under their noses
He would sneak day by day
It made him feel smart and even strong
He could stay under the crevices
For God knows how long!

4-14-13


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Child labor

I wonder, sitting in the corner, mulling over the child cleaning tabletop for the owner; Owner of the shop where i am drinking tea, And feeling sad about the boy's plea. I rose from my seat- Moving ahead with trembling feet. Then offered him a piece of cake, Which he took gloomily and mutely ate. As if his eyes questioning me: “Could this piece of cake, Change my unfortunate fate? Is this really the ending of my all work and toil? Will I be able to play like other (children) on the same soil?” I could feel his desire’s ocean, I was moved by his seamless notions. I wish I could write sweet memories on his life’s pages, Wish I could free him from entanglements, the bondages. How he desired of getting freedom from his master’s rule: And how he must be longing to go to school!! Desire that I could stop his sufferings, agony and pain, Could lessen his grief, could save his life passing in vain. Every child hath the privileges to live thou childhood the ingenuous way:- But the innumerable innocent questions remain unanswered. Undiscovered – the child’s mind so curious, Alas! The vice of old brains created child labor: The unjust thought itself makes me so furious.


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But A Whisper Pt 1

                                              But a Whisper From the Childs perspective
                                                              Part 1 of 2
                                           
In my minds’ eye this life that I see is my very own upon your knee.
While I was in heaven in the heart of God waiting to be born,
I was full of excitement anticipating I wanted a Mother to adore.

I wanted a Mother to hold me tight, safe within her arms.
Raise me good give me love and keep me safe from harm.

I wanted a mother, who’ll bounce me on her knee, 
And give me sweet candy and kisses.
And when I’m away, on her mind I’ll stay, for it’s me she always misses.

A Mother to shape and mold me to be all I can be.
So when I’m older and out in the world I can make her proud of me.

A Mother to teach me of kool-aid and Jesus, baseball and football too.
A Mother that I can look at and say, I wanna be just like you.


I’ve had lots of time to think about what I want to be.
But I have the strangest feeling the worlds not ready for me.

So I must go back to the heart of God and stay for a little while,
But that’s ok for I have seen my dear sweet Mommas smile.

In my minds I you kissed me but a moment, A lifetime in a flash.
Although I knew you but a whisper, forever your memory will last.

                                                


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sing me a lullaby

Sing me a soft lullaby
to hush away my fears
Pull your arms around me
Wipe away my salty tears
Sing to me of muddy shoes
And someone asking for a dime
Tell me who rips your heart out
And handles it with care
Sing to me of angels and a whisper of a prayer
sing to me a lullaby
That ill sing my unborn child
Hold me tight and brush my hair
Away to see my smile
Sing me into slumber
Where happiness exists 
Sing me a soft lullaby
And ill finally get some rest 


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Who do you choose

Your father said
Don’t waste your time
His focus now
Are my daughters of mine

What he doesn’t know
Is the girls are okay
It’s our son who needs us
At the end of the day

I spoke to our youngest
And said what I feel
For her it’s unending
My love is so real

She does everything right
Such a gift to me
And yet my focus
Is the child who won’t see

I take away
From the daughter who tries
To be everything
And has never told lies

She deserves better than this
I do understand
But it’s so very hard
To make a child a man

Be what have I hoped
And know that is there
So full of love
And one day will care

Care for me
As I do for him
And worry and fret
That life won’t be grim

The path that he’s taken
Does not bode well
Jail’s his last option
His mistakes are my hell


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For Isabel

We never knew when she went away...
exactly.
It was over a period of time,
A little loss, each day...or hour.
Accumulating surely,
slowly,
but steadily,
in the wake of our determination to stop it.

This can’t happen to Mama, we wont let it.
But it did. 
Nothing we could do 
or say brought back the loss.
Leaving a little at a time,
Creeping 
steadily away 
to God only knows where, we didn’t find it.

I guess it is a misnomer to say the loss 
accumulated but...
that goes along with the
frustration of it all.
The only thing getting larger 
was the number of unread thoughts 
in her conscious self.  
That imaginary room where we all go to reason.

First it was polite mistakes covered over with 
hurried excuses.
Then dumbfounded 
looks as thoughts drifted apart
in the middle of speaking.
Motor skills begin to 
wane, and die, 
as loss takes over life’s necessary functions.

Eventually the child brushing her mother’s hair
had no reason 
to hurt...But she did just the same.
Even a tiny spark of knowing
who was caring so much for her,
would have been gold to
the daughter,
but the reward usually never came.

Soon the child once brushing her mother’s hair
didn’t hurt
for her mother... but for herself in
the wake of no one for which to care.
Having been in emotional overload
for so long her own feelings 
are now lost.
She doesn’t know how to feel. 

In honor of my wife whose mother passed in this fashion.


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I Want My Mommy

(May 7th, 1945 Germany)

In a gothic Nazi bunker
Where Hitler's son is taken
He is strapped into a pod
Then placed in strange cannon
A red light begins to glow
A relic from a ancient alien base
The fears of the child unheeded
Shot to a new dimension of time/space


(fast forward to present day)

An enormous spaceship
Shaped like a child's soccer ball
Appears in Earth's atmosphere
A whole planet looks up in awe
A shuttle quickly dispatched
Ambassadors in shock to see
A five-year-old child awaits
Screaming, I want my mommy!!!

With a wave of his arm
As an infantile deity
He brushes aside any opposition
Showing his invulnerability
With a stomp of his foot
Mountains tremble and shake
And with the slightest nod
Causing a devastating tidal wave

Where is my mommy?
Rings throughout the Earth
As governments search for a candidate
With the tact and with the nerve
To say the magic words
And appease this child god
Praying he will not discover
The presentation will be a fraud

The door slowly opens
A professional woman appears
The young boy looking up
His eyes spilling with tears
Are you my mommy?
Child, where have you been?
I've been looking all over
I'm not letting you away again

Taking him in her arms
Trying to complete the sell
But he notices her trembling
And the ruse can only fail
You are not my mommy!!!
He screams out in anger
They told me to do this, she says
Pleading back into a corner

Disintegrating the woman
Childish fury unleashed
Armageddon from a toddler
Like a mythology from Greece
Looking at the moon
Then a fling of his head
A temper tantrum afoot
Earth becomes a fireball of red

So if someone shows up
Flexing their "God" muscle
Perhaps is just another life form
And simply pulling off a hustle
A mind from another plane
Simply having more force
Perhaps is no better than us
Perhaps is possibly worse?

Just because someone has power
Does not make them divine
And anyone who desires worship
Perhaps has the mind of a child?
And if we bow in obedience
Just because they can dazzle
Can we face the possibility
That maybe we worship pure evil?


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A CHANCE WITH MY SNOWMAN


If you chance to see
a wandering snowman
on your way home tonight
Let me know.
The poinsettias have started to wilt, turning dull
The Christmas lights have flickered low into the night
The food has lost its savor
Gifts have been opened
Blurry are my windows now
As snow continues to hide
My precious snowman from plain site.

If you chance to meet
My wandering snowman
On your way home tonight
Stop for a moment and play with him.
Share a candy. Make him smile
Make him a paper airplane. Make him beam and laugh.
Hug and kiss him for me. Warm his heart.
It's all a lost mother would ask
For Christmas.

If you chance to experience
My wandering snowman
On your way home tonight
Please send him home
to a warm Christmas with me.
It's all that I ask.



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Healing words

His voice breaks, Of Course I'm hurting -
Our Baby died, and I have to sit by
Watching you curled over in pain
And there is nothing I can do
No matter how much you try to say your okay.
Of course I think about it -
What would he have looked like,
Would he have grown up to be athletic,
Would he have your heart and your eyes,
But when I think about it it kills me inside.
He pulls me close and holds me against his chest,
Do not blame yourself, no one could have helped it,
We'll try again someday, when we're more prepared,
I love you, I love you so damn much. 
And the pain eases, just a little, but it eases. 


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The Fortuned Mother's Son

He brought me a stone in his green uniform,
A gift from a distant land to see he loves me still;
And the joy that he gave me his presence of five years waste,
For he is my son the one almost lose in strange sands.

He brought me a body in pain, a rock as it was before,
A smile scorched with salty sighs teasing him as never it was;
And the smile on his face as he told he still the son
The one who left the nest many summers ago.

He brings my old body to his chest each time he cries in despair
A son he is still a son to see through the rosebud light;
Amid condor-filled sighs and through it he has a dream gone wrong
Because he isn’t the son I have before which angels watch him to sleep.

God, lead him gently and find him a good wife
In the morning when it’s light and spring,
For I know this Mother eventually cannot see all of these
Because you should know I am not pretty as one day I was.


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Gut Wrenching

Five years ago he joyously visited the maternity ward;
now it is the oncology floor.
Kindergarten will not be in the cards this year -
just lots of tears.

She has the same bald head she bore
when he coached his wife through
the Lamaze breathing they both had trained for;
the ponytails she beautifully wore in between
her hospital stays are long forgotten.

Cancer made her a motherless child two years ago;
now it promises to re-unite mother and daughter.
He tries to keep up a brave front –
but fails miserably.

It is hard to believe in the Saints for which hospitals are named
when these are the same buildings in which loved ones
are taken from us far too soon.

Unfortunately, he recognizes many of the nurses who cared for his wife.

“Hello, Daddy”, she smiles weakly as he enters her room;
“I am going to see Mommy soon, aren’t I”, she asks.
The lump in his throat prevents an answer.
“It’s okay, Daddy”, the sick child reassures her grieving father.
He cannot hold back the tears he promised not to show her.
“Now, instead of us missing Mommy, Mommy and I will be missing you.
And you can pray to both of us before going to bed, 
like we do now to Mommy.”

“Tell her I still love her,” he manages to say through his tears.
“She knows, Daddy.”
“And …”
“I know, Daddy.”

She closes her eyes.

He has to walk past the Maternity Ward 
on his way out of the hospital to the funeral parlor.


Written and posted on August 25, 2011 by Knot Telling


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cruelty

Rush afternoon at 3 o’clock 
In the corridor
Near the saloon, 
Mini skirted, tinted braided hair
Painted lips,
Blushed cheek bones
Heavy mascara eye lashes
Uniform and books wrapped up
Hidden in a hole in the wall
She is thirteen 
Trying to look twenty
Leather jacket and high heeled boots
From where she got
God only knows

Looking at the posh cars
Passing by rich guys
Her eyes telling tales
No one really cares
She is looking around with fear
Around the corner a flabby woman
Staring like a vulture
Spying on a dear’s carcass
Once she finished her mission in the morning
Has to remove her makeup in a rush 
Rub the crushed uniform with her palms
She has to be back in the school desk
How she focuses her sleepy head 
God only knows


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Wishes on Stars


The sounds are the birds and the crickets 
Calling carefully in the blackness of night
Singing of their love, of their hunger
Growing from harsh cold concrete
Wonderment of a five year blonde in my lap
Whose eyes are set upon the stars
Wishes of monster trucks and new hot wheels
And bringing the dead back to life


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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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The Decision

Oh… I just don’t understand
Why they have decided this
Fate for me and my future,
Which feels like torture.

Was it my fault, am I to blame
For the screams in the walls
And the silent meals,
Oh how horrible it feels.

Where will I live, I must choose
The one I love most.
Him or Her
Whom do I prefer?

Oh… I just can’t decide,
As I love both so much,
But do they love me?
How could this be?

Perhaps I can change them,
So we’re all together
In one happy home
And never be alone.

Or… I’ll do something rash
To get their attention
By getting desperate
So they will not separate.

Now… what can I do?
Perhaps slit my wrist
With an old rusty blade
So everything will fade.

I’ll never have to choose
I’ll never have to decide,
And they will be
Happier without me.


By: Greg Stanley
Inspired by the painting “Waiting” by Stephanie Deshpande


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Hush

Hush little child, 
Don't say a word, 
You'll be okay, 
Safe in the herd. 

Hush little child, 
Hold you close, 
Mom's here, 
I love you most. 

Hush little child, 
Please don't cry, 
Momma's gonna 
Sing you a lullaby. 

Hush little baby,
You'll be free, 
Momma's going 
To show you a melody. 

Hush little baby, 
I'll always be here. 
Though we're apart, 
I'll be near. 

Hush little baby, 
It's alright, 
You're in better hands, 
I'll see you another night. 


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THE Fool THE CHILD

THE FOOL AND THE CHILD 

To be absorbed by it is losing your mind,
 no longer aware of, space, shape, or time.
To have it surround you is being untied,
 no longer afraid to let go and just ride.
To let it engulf you is you being born,
 only this time, from yourself you are torn.
To know it believes in you, is a trampoline
 that tosses you higher, then higher again.
To summon it  whenever you want it around, 
is a buried treasure still deep in the ground.
To wonder about it,  a painful yearning like you’ve never known,
 a lesion that wont heal , over time it has grown.
To see it removed is watching a surgeon removing your thoughts,
 amputating, and severing  all you have  got.
To know it was stolen is a three alarm fire,
 a raging inferno burning up your desires.
But to know it was you, who let it slip through, 
 who carelessly sat while it all came unglued, 
frozen with fear, made not one move,. 
You snipped the last thread that held it together, 
 could’nt care less, one way or the other. 
Well this is the child whom pretends to be grown,
 a lover without a love of his own, 
a shelter without one to shelter from sun, 
a fool who continues to fool no one, 
except himself and himself, alone.
and knowing this child is knowing one thing for sure, 
this kid, I’ve seen standing outside my front door,
 Looking hungry, and sad and with peculiar temptations, luring the fool with false admirations.


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Crying or laughing you asked me why

Crying or laughing you asked me why.
Your contest begged me unveil
The naked essence of what made me
Mad as hell at the world, or vexed with you
I hate grandstanding
And posturing for cheap popularity
People without privacy
Who think the world has nothing more to do
Than babysit their fallacy
Cloaked in self righteous songs
Of discord note.
For such a waste of suffering I cry.

And if I laugh
Let me laugh for the mother and the baby playing
Let me laugh with lovers splashing water 
Into the eyes
Blinding self until it feels a deeper sight.
And if I laugh
Let me laugh with children playing
Let me discover that you found where we keep
The child in all of us.
Play with your child in you,
Do not over mother it, smother it, control it, pander to it
For children know when they got you by the heart
And they love to play puppeteers.
I always laugh before I kiss a child with tears.


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Not Just another Love Poem

Love is discovered in so many ways
Different kinds we share today
For love is near, not far away
Have you discovered your love today?

Every time a mother gazes at her new born baby
Love is discovered in another way
A mother’s love does not change
It only grows as her child changes

A Father’s pride is how he shows his love
Love is discovered in another way
A father’s love is always shone through pride
In the works his children have done

When a child gets a pet
Love is discovered in another way
A child’s love is unchanged
Tears fall when the pet finally goes away

As we grow and as we change
Love is discovered in new ways
Be you a husband, father, mother, or wife
Love is sure to follow you all of you life


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OUR KARMA

I had seen her go to school on her first day
running down the path to the bus stop
“Wait for me, I'm going to school. wait for me”.
School bag with some sandwiches
and a drink and some soft shoes
bumping on her back.
I have seen Anne and watched her with delight
and I watched her come home again.
So, so full of the day and of teacher said.
“And teacher said I do have a lot to say”

I have seen her in the snow,
laughing hard as she made a snow angel.
Then running on the beach at high summer.
And in autumn throwing up leaves and shrieking
at a slimy bug on one leaf.
I see my Anne in so many places.

And the one time I saw my Anne
lying on my lap
bundled in the pink blanket
they had bought from home,
Her tiny wee perfect hands
Her little face so still.
Oh my love, oh my darling
carried to term in me
Carried for two weeks so I could bear her.
Dead for two weeks, my precious Anne.


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adolesence

Adoloesence.

A stage where everyone are confused, not knowing what to do.
A stage where aggression hold its place, and think other will never understand their stage.
A stage where day dreaming is first, and reality becomes a curse.	
A stage where friends are the priority, and family is last in the list.
A stage where one needs lot of care and assurance, and if not taken care then one loses to 
wrong deed.
So understand your child with empathy and become you child  best friend in reality.


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My Children Part 2

May I be brave for them 
May I lead the way running barefoot in the rain
May I sing to them always
May I give to others
May I teach them to love
May I chase butterflies with them
May I laugh and make them laugh
May I not cause them to cry
May I show them wisdom
May I teach them kindness
May I demonstrate strength
May I show them how to forgive
May I make them feel loved... 
Appreciated, accepted, unique
May I show them that they are special in my heart,
May I be strong and keep holding on for them
And when things go astray… 
May I pray to keep moving on
When my feet won't budge, 
May I still try to be strong
For my spirited little soldiers, my children
May I be not weak, stand up and speak for the right and exercise patience
May I continue to believe, never letting go of my hope
May my faith keep me going, for my children
May I dance, whenever I have the chance to
Then they will see how beautiful this life can be
How glorious are the trees, how wonderful are the streams
Oh my Children, how beautiful life can be


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I wished upon a star

I had a thought 
the other day
so I tried to write 
a poem about it

Thought may be 
the wrong word
as it was more of 
a memory really

the image of red 
and yellow legos
scattered on 
brown carpet
and the smell 
of tea steeping

it was summer
somehow I knew
though the legos
nor the carpet 
gave way to that clue

the brown carpet 
was the surface
of some distant 
planet and
the legos
were slowly
becoming a
rebel base
where Luke
Skywalker's
friends could hide
from the
Empire 

so this memory 
I hadn't thought
about since
only God knows
when came
drifting through 
my mind like smoke 
drifts from a campfire

legos
red
and
yellow
tea
steeping
and a
rebel base
built
upon
brown
carpet

but there 
was more

cutting through
my imaginary
scene
that took me to
a galaxy far far
away there was
yelling
screaming
cussing

the adults 
it seemed were
fighting again
and things
were being
broken again

before the
memory faded out 
of reach slowly
like a bad
aftertaste
I recalled
holding a up
an x wing 
in my tiny hand
as I made laser
gun noises 
louder to drown
out my parents

Luke Skywalker
was coming to rescue 
the rebels and save
the galaxy

I guess in a way
he saved me too




-Brady Perkins
 innocence preserved


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Surviving Life

The water felt good.
I fell from where I stood.
Knees are both weak;
Been under a spell for a week.
Now that it was broken,
I'm left shaken.
In the water I sunk,
Letting my body get drunk.
I needed some more;
I wanted so much more.
Took the dose
Until I overdose.
It started with one,
Now I'm never done.
It takes everything away.
Leaving me numb for a day.
Forgetting the pain,
Happiness, I hope to gain.
In my mind was a vast space
Couldn't remember my own face.
I felt so very high
Not thinking it was all a lie.
Believed I am free,
That my troubles had let me be.
I took every pill
Until I lost my own will.
A friend is what it seemed
In a promise of bliss it beemed.
I couldn't accept my fate
And for a time I lost my faith.
That night, in the hotel room;
And after, in every other room.
Over and over --
Til I could no longer remember
How it felt to be pure;
Or if I ever was, I wasn't sure.
Touch that made my skin crawl
Stares that made me feel small.
I wanted to forget and not feel
Hoping nothing's real.
I let myself drown in ecstasy
For a while I lived in a fantasy.
Until one day,
In the middle of all the dissarray,
I saw the son I hold dear
In his eyes there's only fear.
I knew then for a time I was lost,
His fears touched me the most.
I had to do something
For him I'd do anything.
I took the easy way out,
This I knew without a doubt.
So I took each pill
Flushed it down as I stood still.
I know I will get better
For my son deserves better.


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Dancing Daughter

My pretend prima ballerina
In her pretty pink shoes
Dancing in the living room
Any style she will choose

My pretty pink princess
In a pretty pink dress
Laughs and spins in circles
Turning breakfast to a mess

My dainty dancing daughter
What a sight she is to see
With a smile on her innocent face
She brings so much joy to me.

:) 04-28-2014


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A Child's Christmas

It had finally arrived and excited he was
He quickly ran down the stairs toward the fireplace
Grinning from head to toe
With the largest smile on his face
This Christmas was like no other I heard him say
Not only had Santa brought him a black and red racing car set
But his dream bicycle that he wished to Santa he would get
His day still wasn't through
Because snow was falling outside the window
Which was definitely something new
Suddenly he realized saying, " It's snowing outside ."
He then disappeared bike and all
As he joyfully watched the snow flakes fall
I could see how happy he was about Christmas
That he wasn't at all ready for the day to end
He told me that Santa had really came through
And that this Christmas was the best
Because he got everything that he wanted to

12/12/2013





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Impatient

Enduring
Suffering
Without uneasy
Hasty, eager, restless
Showing remark
Intolerable


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THE OPERA STEPMOTHER

She was there for me when I came of age,
but when, for a girl of unlocked doors and 
a missing father. in flight down the stairs,
an intruder pursuing, no dagger in the chamber 
of non-connubial rights. "Bad dream," she said, 
when summoned home from a tavern tryst 
to calm her child in torn pajamas, unsafe ever after 
in any man's arms. Yet, she was there for me
with the sanitary belt, its necessary napkin, 
my gentle guide into the world of women, 
when the blood-flower broke its bright red stain 
on virginal sheets, auguring deflowering.  

Her pretty clothes?--borrowed, as if 
a mock stepmother in the mirror on the wall 
restored my fall from the favor of our king.  
Lucia, (not "di Lammermoor"), she did not stab 
the bridegroom, or go mad.  Blonde to my darkling 
Carmen, queen to an unseated princess, 
whose sleep went forty years, the prince blind-
sided, the slipper shattered, the horses 
harnessed, the child become a woman, 
asleep, asleep, in her glass coffin.


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MOLLY'S NEW DRESS

MOLLY’S NEW DRESS
She was the fairest of girls on 
the hills called Westland
Young as she was, in her rags, she glowed
	like Alice in Wonderland.
Humble her family was
	yet she was always with a smile
Christmas came, Christmas left
	yet the smiles never left her face,
Always gay and merry
her looks ravishing
Country folks wishing they had a daughter like her
	never ceased praying
Dreaming of better days, Mama woke up one morning,
	stealing glances at Molly as she danced merrily, she saw her eyes twinkling.
Tears flooding her eyes, she said
	“I will buy Molly a new dress.”
The New Year came, Mama peeped into her money bag
	the money was enough to buy a new dress.
Happily, she walked down to Uncle James’ 
	the only store that sold clothes on Westland,
Buying the most beautiful dress on display, 
	she walked back home smiling, gave Molly the new dress,
It fitted perfectly.
	happily, Molly ran the entire Westland in her new dress,
And the whole folks knew she had a new dress, a brand new dress,
“What a girl”, they remarked,
and they smiled happily.


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Holding hands

I will bring wine,
Thick wine a ripe vine’s tear.
We will be sipping it slow,
To a dim dusk sunlight
Of a March day
Wearing smiles of accomplishment.
You will kiss me,
I know after this you will.
We will name him,
A name fair
Like a yellow daffodil
Or her with love
Like a fairy’s heart.
And be there
Holding hands,
With joy and time
Calling the child ours


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Deceased

Middle of the night
All that is heard
Is yelling & screaming
A voice says,
"...No!...
...Why?!...
...Stop!...
...Don't do that!..."
Then nothing
Walk into the room
Nothing to see
Pitch black
One click of the light switch
All is revealed
Empty liquor bottles
Broken glass
Pills
Knife on the floor
Blood splattered all over the walls
With writing on it that reads,
"See what you made me do?"
Look on the floor
A dead body holding a gun
Look on the ceiling
A dead body hanging
What a nightmare
But a wish come true
Both parents
Dead


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Do You Have a Gold Coin

Is it from the human nature to cluster?
To form boundaries and flags as identity?
To house their offspring in epic suburbs?
To separate themselves from others?
Have I read a mistranslated dictionary?
Or has the meaning of 'human' changed?
What if we try to flip the coin to its tails?
Will we see another different 'human'?
Or will we choose a word out of a thesaurus?
'Soul' and 'mortal' stated as a synonym?
If mortality was part of this big equation,
Then should we not save lives instead?
Or has this coin betrayed what 'life' is?
Will this coin lead us to infinite power?
If so, then who or what everlasted?
What if this coin fell down the sewage?
What if a child picked it up and cleaned it?
Will this child be corrupted forever?
Or will this coin be cleansed from its past?
Or will another child kill him to grab it?
What are the reasons to invade a country?
What are the reasons to kill another soul?
If this child was raised to defend himself,
Then will the coin point a gun at him?
And if his response was to deny its presence,
Then would the coin leave or annihilate?
The trick question is: "who has the coin?"


Wednesday, 4th of September 2013


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Lessons Learned

As a child from Germany I learned to live in a foreign country,
Canada became my home with my parents and relatives.

As a child  from Germany I learned to speak a foreign language English,
All the while learning to speak German at home.

As a child  from Germany I attended school at a young age,
Learning about companions and academic learning.

As a child from Germany I discovered churches,
All the while worshipping and loving God.

As a child from Germnay I continued schooling, 
Developed a love for sports and academics.

As a child from Germany I learned about Brownies and Girl Guides,
Earning my wings and making friends.

As a child from Germany I was honoured to be with the YMCA as a summer counsellor,
Where we hiked and sang songs, made crafts and shared good compaionship.

As a child from Germany I graduated elementary school,
I went onto Secondary School and continued to take course subjects.

As a child from Germany I excelled in languages and sports,
Graduated and went to University.

As a child from Germany I received my Canadian Citizenship
Continued and went to Toronto Teacher's College.

As a child from Germany I became a Teacher of English,
The story continues and there are many chapters,
Lessons to be learned continue.


Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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Past Memories: Haunted Future

Do you sit there and feel like
We are on top of the monkey bars?
Do you close your eyes
And feel my arms around you?
Do you play guitar and remember
How you tried (and failed) to teach me?
Do you hug your pillow at night
And think of how you held me?
Do you remember how bad I was when
You said you'd leave? 
Do you feel guilty for promising to
Stay by my side in the darkness? 

Because I've brought your monkey bars
Just to sit on them. 
And close my eyes and remember the
way you wrapped your arms around me. 
I lightly strum my guitar
And picture you doing the same. 
I hug my pillow at night and
Try to remember you. 
And how hard I cried when you said
That you were moving away. 
And sit by the phone every night
Waiting for you to return to me.


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My Last Letter with Love

My heart is like a waterfall, cascading with an abundance of love; it flows from my heart like the water down a stream 
I cherish this life you have shared here with me; but soon my sweet girl, I’ll be on my way 
You know my belief, in what we were always meant to be; now we just have to travel some distance to be united, but you will soon see
My love for you is constant and never ending; but sadly this human body, it is not mending
I feel blessed that we have each other and this beautiful love; my spirit will be right beside you shining from above 
I will surround you, with my loving light; I will make your dreams, sunny and bright
I will fill your life with happiness and not say a peep; I will be right there beside you even when you sleep 
When it’s time for you to join me again, I will come to you with a loving smile and then 
When you take your last breath you will feel me; I’ll be waiting there and then you will see
With outstretched loving arms you will see me glow; I will look into your eyes and you’ll see, I never did go
Hold my hand and together we will take this ride; we will let our hearts flow just like the ebbing tide
We will travel into the stratosphere; together we may well collide
Sun beams will bounce off the earth; the stars will be sparkling, with re-birth
Across the universe our dreams will explode; and there you will find our new abode
Until then my child, know that I’m just a breath away, I will meet you on the other side and together again we will play
Like a waterfall cascading down a stream; life is just a beautiful dream.



Written by
Vicki Darcy
2014.


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She Just Wants Your Company

She Just Wants Your Company


You don't have to say a word, she doesn't really care
She just needs your time to share
                               or
She just wants you to hold her to watch a show 
Means more to her than you will ever know
                               or
She just wants to pretend to have a picnic
While eating she will even share her chapstic
                               or
She just wants you tell her a magical story or fairytale
She really loves the one about the big funny whale 

Anything will do, she just doesn't want to be alone
Spend time with her, especially if at home

Before you know it, she will be grown and can't turn the time back
She just wants your company now, later depends on you
                        and thats a fact








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Yesterday Born

My man child born yesterday
New and peeling purple
With black and brown
Splotches of color.

Your father love you.
Your mother love you.
But still you have yourself.
You must love yourself.

My man child born yesterday
Still soft and wrinkled
With bright black eyes
That have pools inside.

You are my charge.
Yet my superior.
We gave you life
But are Beholden.


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Gone Missing

In  the still of the night
When the coldness bite
The northwinds the trees did rustle
As the fires flicker
With the harmonies of the nights bustle
There lies awake
Some instinctive mistake
The laws of the wild
Should bear  in mind

As we listen to our elder
Our healer, sorcerer and befriender
He who speaks the word of wisdom
The history of many generations
All clarity in his explanations

There is a surprise and shock to be
For those who do not hear, or fail to see
We must use our senses
As a standard for our defense

With careless deeds and hasty wishes
Casting whims to tasteless dishes
With carefree vigour and youthful pride
Venture in the unknown
Not noting the story you listen
Rebuking wisdom with a frown
In the abruptness of a storm
You are missing!


The uncertainties of the wild
The only possession you own
Gone,gone, gone, never to return.


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The Prodigal Son

Let this day vanquish our differences
for father is still the head.
Put by our petty grievance,
let family rule the day.

Come brother let us be at peace
your heart can melt this snow.
The voice of child was always you
and the tears of ancestors
now watch with pride 
of the man you have become.

Your place in life
 is to be at this feast,
the family is united.
This legacy of Christmas joy
has written your story.
The manger has carried your children
and a star shines upon this house
because of you.

So remember this day
family is precious
 the joys of the world belong to you

 Happiness has smiled 
 health is in celebration.
So Grandmother be proud
for this is the legacy of you.

 Joy permeates this house
The eyes of the child 
look up to the family.
So drink to mother and father
for they gave roots to this tree.
Our family is the earth and the earth is you,
On this day we can all believe.

The hurt of the world be gone
It is a day of forgiveness
and that is enough.

Rejoice on this special day
Christmas was born for you.
The pages of time are yours to write
and your story will go on and on.




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Nninjago

Spinning super ninjas
Beat all those bad guys
Go true potential


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Sometimes its hard not to wonder

Sometimes its hard not to wonder what life your child might lead
 youve taught them everything they know but it was there choice to listen.
 It broke your heart when there was a problem they had to deal with alone or they didnt ask you for help anymore to make chocolate chip cookies 
you feel useless as a parent when your kid doesnt need you
 and sometimes its hard not to wonder what life your kid might lead 
a simple thought that even the best parents ponder is will they be good or bad 
will they help you at the grocery store
 or kick and scream on the floor in front of prejudice shoppers 
will they be successful or counterproductive 
will you wave at them when your ordering your hamburger at mcdonalds 
or will they be the ones saying we found you a new kidney 
will you be a grandfather or grandmother someday watching your grandchildren do the cutest little things
 or will your child even produce kids at all. Will they be sick as we know all children do 
but will they be really sick something that doesnt just require
 hot stew and cough syrup to get better trust youve taught them
 well they know all they know because of you and greater forces at 
play and because of that theyll be okay 


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What once was

Inside, so warm and loved cherished from day one joy filled the heart and spilled over a cup overflowed Every moment was happiness all new experiences all new delights even new pains every bit was a level of adoration But everything could go wrong and that it did once where there was love and excitement was now pain and fear crimson was the color and loss was it's game There was no stopping it and no sign of warning it came rapidly quick as a thought and more terrifying than a monster with eyes glowing red skin of darkness razors for teeth smiling at it's prey Tears fall with them making a river of suffering so close to death but not dying a tiny soul was taken away from inside to never exist again Now this vessel is barren as a tundra with no warmth no rejoice only agony and longing Memories never to be made emotions never to be felt only the bitter taste of what once was my little angel


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Letting Go

Letting go does not mean I don't care
With everything in our life that we have shared
Letting go means that I don't own your mistakes
I will not be in control; high stakes
You are in control of this day, this one....
It is time that my hands go down by my side
And you get a reality ride
For every mother knows
It hurts to let go
But if I continue to take the blows for you
You'll never learn about life and I love you
Letting go does not mean I'll leave you totally alone
It means that I'll be on the side lines cheering "go!"


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A Son at War

From “Daily Given & Other Poems”

God be with thee, my beloved son – God be with thee
Until you return.

Many treacherous there be
Before to reach friends and daddies
But all of them are going to wait for the same sun’s light.
There shall not be farewell or a yellow ribbon or blue
And there cannot tears from us just smile behind the whole life into taken.

Alas! I can see you as a son at war
Working in a height way and honor.

All shall reach thee.

God be with thee, my beloved son – God be with thee
As the last fading from a lovely cactus! 


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My Little Boy Lost

My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy, 
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go, 
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?

This evening begins as I lay to rest my head, 
There are some things I'm unsure of, 
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done? 
Where are you, where are you my precious son?

Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near 
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.

Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?

That cold my face last night laid upon, 
Was a marker, with your name, 
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done, 
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.

You were here, I know you were here 
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.

That tug, that pull that led your mommy here, 
It was your spirit, it was your soul, 
It was your heart my little dear.

Here you were, here you were, 
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son, 
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.

I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry, 
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy. 
He's your brother, my son, 
He's pulling, he's tugging, 
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go, 
To find my baby, my son.

Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way, 
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.

So here you are, here you are, 
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind, 
And this little brother of yours, my dear.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost, 
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you, 
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you, 
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.

Without him, 
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy, 
Be able to hold you so near?

We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one. 
He's right here, a part of you, 
Never again to be gone.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You 
For guiding me!


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A mothers gift

A mother’s gift that’s left
Upon her infants milky breath, laying
Cradled in rest upon her breast with

Besotted silence popping little hiccups til
Sitting up 
With puffy cheeks and silky lips 

Blowing oily bubbles whilst
Looking through eyelids a flutter with
Sleepy dust and whispering
Their love beyond quiet deprivation

As lazy sleep bloats about the room
To land on eyelids fat with dreams
Of snuffling snores

And suckled joy.


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Child Unleashed

          Child Unleashed

I know for a fact when I was a kid
If I was tethered or leashed, I’d be dead
That rope would have been a real temptation
I would have slung it up on a tree
Apple, pear, orange, depending on the shape
It would not have mattered to me
Swinging there for hours
By the neck of course
If that didn't work because the branch was so high
I would have tied lots of rocks to it and waved bye bye
While tossing them in the lake
Since something involving line, heavy objects tied to me
Were only fun and games
It may or may not have dawned on me
After the rocks went in
Logically it would follow
I would have been pulled in as well
Normally I can’t breathe beneath the lake
And eat my cake too
On future birthdays it might be nice to be around
To have a bite or two
My parents loved me far too much
To leave me with a leash tied up
I would have chewed right through it
And ate it for lunch
They knew from the start what an idiot I was
With a little rope I could have caught a cow
Or found a way to hang the cat or myself by now
Mom and dad knew not to tie me down
Knew I would fail that test
If someone was going to kill me
They were the best


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Grow Up

My Barbie dolls are growing old.
My first bike is growing rusty.
My little shoes now pinch my toes
and carry big boxes with ease.
I can reach the cupboards,
and I've learnt how to blow my nose.
I read long books by myself,
and can count by twelve.
I walk to the bus alone now,
Without holding hands.
I eat all my vegtables without being told,
And I've learned how to spell 'hundred'.
My legs may reach farther,
and I may walk longer,
but I will always stay close.
I will always be your little girl.
Always need you.
You will always be my family.
My mother, my father.
Always.


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indistinct voices

8 am and I am rushing out of my house when suddenly I  hear indistinct voices
A child is crying because his father has just  been killed
A car hit him while he was walking his dog
The dog who protected his house from being burglarized..
I keep walking and get into my car, things like these happens all the time..
While  driving to work, I see a person reading a book while driving..
While he is reading his book he runs a red light and kills a pedestrian
And while the pedestrian is laying down dead,  paramedics arrive at the scene.
And so I realize that the pedestrian is me…And   it all could have been avoided 
If I had only cared when I heard indistinct voices….from a child who was crying.. 


Thoubert Larus!
This free text was written for Brian Strand Context of Form/Free Poetry context


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Ease, don't carve me into stone

Shortening my breath everyday
Ease, don't carve me into stone
I'm not quiet ready
These insecurities in me, 
I swear there killing me
So please don't judge me
Just give me a minute
Time to reflect
On the things I've done
All I regret
Please don't set me into this mould yet

I see this eternity as a catastrophe
A never ending cycle of hurt
Constantly seeking me out
Chipping away at my head, pulling at my scalp

Ease, don't carve me into stone I beg
I'm not sure if I can do it
Loose myself to something as this
I felt the flutter
A butterfly under the skin
This decision will determine everything

But a life as this in my hands
With all the bad things I 've done
How can I decide the fate of a human
As I'll never be particular in weather 
you should have tea for breakfast or cider
Eating pudding before your food hasn't been a problem for me
I have no right in saying what's best for this life
I'm a dribbling mess most of the time
Why do people not take these things into consideration
before reproducing

This act could determine all of eternity
Like a spider web deciding how many birds will hatch
Everything is connected
This child could be, when it's grown inside of me
The balance between good and evil
As thoughts of responsibility consume me
And motherhood looms
Ease don't carve me into stone
Don't know if I'll make it alone


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question for the believing parent

when a parent of a child 
experiences
with an odd mixture of shame,
humor & wonder,
that very first lie
which their children tells them,
does this parent experience the same feeling that they 
themselves did
when they found out that 
santa
wasn’t real?

like the slim difference between 
a hysterical laughing face
&
a hysterical crying face,
that flipside reflection
of being let down by
reality,
comes swinging in your direction,
cornering you in the ring---
and do you believe in some kind of 
creator?

as a parent who will lie to their child about
santa,
will you continue to conjure,
piggybacking on that greatest of great lies---
passing it on like an
std of the heart & mind?

in remembering the insignificance of
praying to a work of fiction,
why do you perpetuate that same 
dissatisfaction that comes in perpetuating 
your own perceived societal obligation
to
believe,
when in all honestly,
you are lying to yourself every day of your
life?

paraphrasing mr. maher in his work of genius,
“religulous,”
certainly, not believing that a fat man with a beard 
could possibly deliver presents to every good little 
boy & girl on this planet 
in one night,
has a familiar ring to it,
when you consider the possibility of an 
omniscient being
answering all the prayers of everyone that is
praying
on this planet,
every single time they ring in.

in a related
tangent:
it seems justifiable that when churches, temples
& mosques get tax breaks,
that in return,
the believers who attend weekly,
should have to wear some kind of prophylactic suit that would
keep their children from being 
infected with
disease
before they have a chance to protect themselves
with rational
inquiry.


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Dichotomy

Weary of the Singular crush
The Universe expands to feed the hungry void
Scattered into fragments unfamiliar with separation
Astonished by isolation.

Nostalgic for the singularity, remnants come together
Forsaking vast expanses to cold emptiness
As debris is swept up
Forming planets, stars and galaxies.

Celestial bodies whirl around the deserted vacuum
Briefly touching each desolate point in the abyss
Remembering the void left in their wake
Never to visit again.

Nostalgic for the singularity, miraculous fragments come together
To create life!
Simple creatures born of the drive to integrate
Branching out and climbing the evolutionary tree.

The seas are teeming with life, brimming over
Until the familiar crush becomes unbearable
And the primal drive for expansion propels life outward
To occupy every vacant niche.

Nostalgic for the singularity, people come together
As family and friends, as clubs and societies,
And as lovers bridging the rift to become one again
Creating life in a moment of unity.

The sacred singularity of mother and child is cherished
Until overwhelmed by the ancient expansionary drive
And the child is expelled from the womb 
To claim one more vacancy for humanity.

All beginnings and endings are driven by the dichotomous conflict
Between competing Universal instincts
To separate and expand into the insatiable emptiness
Or to coalesce and return to ONE.


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Huntington's

Quietly the disease crept into the family. Away from home for the first time and far from her mother’s cautioning words, she fell in love with and married her college sweetheart. He had told her of the mysterious disease from which his mother had died when he and his twin brother were very young. Alarmed, the bride’s mother researched the disease once know as Huntington’s Chorea, now simply as Huntington’s. What she read terrified her. Their little girl weighed a mere three pounds at birth and after reaching five pounds went home to their loving and tender care. She was a beautiful and strong child until after her sixth birthday when she started exhibiting disturbing symptoms. The doctors denied their fears. This inherited disease does not show its dreaded presence until adulthood. She was an exception. By this time, her father’s sister had been diagnosed with the disease. He also had a twin brother and along with a sister who died at birth, that made four children born to this unlucky carrier. The chances are fifty/fifty that a child of a parent with the disease will inherit it. In this case eventually, every sibling succumbed to the horror. The only good thing about this terrible affliction is that if a child of a Huntington patient escapes, all of his descendants are safe. It does not skip generations and it cannot be passed on by anyone but a parent. This child’s disease progressed rapidly. She went from a bright, articulate, happy youngster to a voiceless, chair-bound invalid in a few short years. At eleven and some months she died in her sleep. Her lungs had simply forgotten to function and she stopped breathing. ------December 10, 2011 Won No. 4 Huntington's is one of those fairly rare genetic diseases that is not well funded and researched as are the the more prevalent diseases. It should be. This is one of the most terrible afflictions known to man and its victims are helpless. There was one other granchild in the family. He too died of Huntington's in early adulthood. It had rampaged through the family and had now destroyed itself. Both the family and the disease had come to an end.


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My Spellbinding Obsession - hint - HP Fan

My Spellbinding Obsession
Written by D.W. Breidenthal 


Like all obsessions,
I feel regret for getting
Into fantasy
Like all obsessions,
I think about my crazy
Fantasies...my mind's spinning & spinning...
I'm consuming ideas
Bliss - I'm a victim 
Of my imagination 
And my magical...
Spellbinding...desire
T'wards the Harry Potter books
J. K. Rowling's cool!
Kiss reality
Goodbye! I embraced fiction 
In my childhood nostalgias 
I'm brewin' up ideas 
Like all obsessions,
They can be unhealthy
Or rather bizarre
Like all wild children,
I'm honestly curious
Of what lies ahead & its mysteries
But it's buried far
Below our feet...I'd rather
Drive a flying car!!!
Dedicated to my unhealthy obsession towards the Harry Potter series written by J.K. Rowling (one of fav. authors like evahhhhhh), but it was my childhood heroin (it got me hooked till this very day).


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To A Clean Soul

Mourning face
In the twilight
Untimely sleep
On brow and eye

Propped breasts
Like crown of tree
Resting, untrimmed

Doubting whispers
Low murmur
Of unwanted issue
Behind curtain wall

Silenced by dictates 
Of profession
Secretly planning thrust
With age
As only time-
Forever blessed
With life
After paled memory of yesterday
Will tell.

Join the carnival
Brothers and sisters!
Memory may falter
But none can claim a nobler birth
Though they proclaim us
Bastards!


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Spirits Verse

Speak my child let us hear your song.
Praise my children it shall not be long.
Lift your head to the moon so bright 
Enjoy the stars guiding light. 
Allow your cares to drift to space.
Remove such sorrow from your face.
Dry those tears listen well.
Sadness has almost left you now.
My child feel the wind it's time of change.
It’s time to live it’s time to play.
Hide not that heart so glum.
Heavens heard you’re despite plea.
Life must take its chosen Corse
Or you'll be sure to strike a pause.
It has to slow to begin again,
It’s within the earth you walk my friend.
Have the faith my child the spirits know.
They hold you close they love you so.
Angel’s wings are spreading now
Too bring you peace to sing such joy.
Within the child who’s need is strong.
To show each soul life does go on.


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Time

Time 



It is the thief .Which steals
 All nobles from its earth
It is a God
It can make many wonders in this world

It never forgets move even for a second
As the beat of a living heart
It moves anytime as sun and moon
And directs this world in a determined route 

It is a child 
Yes it wakes as an innocent child in dawns
It is a king
It rules this world harshly in mid noons
It is a lover girl
It touches gently in evenings

It is a destiny, Which 
Concludes lives in correct seconds
All are in it’s control
Volcanoes and quakes are it’s weapons
To put an end to this earth
Our hands and minds are insufficient 
To write the enormous powers of time
We will follow it and worship it
To understand it atleast







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Simply love

I sit, staring out my window. This wonderous world surrounding me, the snow that falls and the stars that sparkle. I look around wondering if I've fallen into a dream. Each individual flake, an own personality. I stand slowly to stretch and realize I am cold. How many times have a stared out at the world? Felt no ones warm touch upon my cheek? I smile, saddened but spirits and head held high. My time will come, the end will start. This wonderous world surrounding me. Slowly turning in circles staring up at the flakes that want to consume me. I laugh, for I have never felt this free. Ten soldiers walk past me, carrying rifles. I stop to look, my blood running cold. A little child having stolen a loaf of bread quivering where he stands. Our world filled with hatred and war. There is an ugly red stain in where he stood. It seeps to the earth slowly, bringing forth life. An innocent little child having not been gifted, only taking which was not granted. Which was needed. A tear slips from my eyes, and freezes upon my cheek. I am turned and sheltered my face hidden within his chest. My own soldier protecting me from unfair and unjust acts within the world. He had not been gifted, nor granted such a simple thing as someone's warm touch. This wonderous world surrounding me. Harshed words upon the wind. My soldier stares at the stain, I can feel his pain in the harsh grip of his hands around my figure. The ridged stance of wanting to protect and to feel for himself. This world isnt meant for such destruction. I stand apart slightly from my soldier, and simply take his hand. I will grant him the touch of warmth when the wind steals that from us. If only the world saw our need for simplicity. A world filled with love, instead of hate.


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Such a sad face

A brilliant glitter and a shining light
A small and fragile hand I held
A heart that opened with this glow
Of honesty and blinding pain
What a racing with a bitter wind
What a dancing with a darkness
Poor little child, hiding all this hurt
Lashes touched her cheeks almost like
Little fans carressing freckles
Tiny dimples peek and hide
So rare, this quality of innocence
Mixed with disallusionment
What a tearing within the walls 
Of my own soul and beating heart
How helpless I, as me become
I'm not as adult as I once thought
I'm just a child too, and I
Feel this childs' pain inside
With a justified and bursting anger
Yet helpless to change a thing
Her hands, they still are tiny
Her eyes, they still fill rooms up
With the weight of all their sadnes
Like the wind, she came to me
And like the wind she was taken
I cannot take away her pain
This tiny child with the world
Wieghing on her fragile shoulders
She's gone, this child who held my heart
And took her sadness with her
I only hope in her darkest moments
She remembers me and recalls
That although I could not take her pain
I made her sad face smile once.


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PuppyBoy

A  boy and his dog, a dog and his boy,
The dog, the boy’s faithful/constant companion,
and secret co-conspirator in mischief,
keeper of the boy’s secrets, desires, dreams, fears, etc..
Naturally Puppy/Boy, first wanted food for
his emaciated, cloudy-eyed best friend.
My heart shattered for the both of them.
Even as the boy needed food, It wasn't for himsef that heasked.
But . . .as intensely as I wanted, to feed them both, with,
Love, and hugs and kisses, and encouragement,
I said to the little one, I’m very sorry to say,
That this food today, Is much too spicy. 
In less than an instant, a frozen, blank stare,
Came over Puppy/Boy’s face.
That stare said to me,
As loud as thunder on a hot August day,
And as clearly as the bright sun after the rain,
You are not the first, to come here,
To help, but . . .instead, fall, short,
You’re not.
Then without another mumbling word,
He turned and left,
With only the sound of his worn flip-flops, 
Ringing, echoing  in my ears.
I heard those flip-flops, Pop! Pop! Pop!
As out the door Puppy/Boy went, until,
I heard those flip-flops, No more.

NOW,
Here I am, in my space, far away, comfortable,
healthy, after countless days, and months, and years.
YET,
The sight of that gaunt, little boy,
With the blank stare, haunts me, day and night.
When I’m awake, the sight invades my thoughts,
Like someone strolling by.
At night, my subconscious presents that face to me.
But more than that, Is my constant companion,
Of the sound of Puppy/Boy’s flip-flop’s, Pop! Pop! Pop!
Ringing in my ears, every hour, of every day,
NEVER ENDING.
 


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The Raggedy Man

The longing to go back,
Back to another time
Another place
I’m aging, and he doesn't care
A different crime
He can run
He can hide
He can he can soar
He can fly
Away in the 
Blue box
I don’t have one
I don’t have a police box
I’m all alone 
I’m stuck here watching every dawn 
I’m stuck here like mom
He won’t take me away
Because he left us you see
Alone to fend for ourselves
And I hate him for it
But at the same time I love him
My mom’s raggedy man.


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A Daydream

She stares lost, into the distance
far removed from the sounds of life.
Her book, she ignores, as she ponders
soft are her eyes as memories surface.

She starts as her hand hits the keys
then plays a few notes in remembrance.
Mundanely trying to fill up her time 
she waits, watching, her mind still lost.

Her heart is yearning for his presence
without him, she feels, oh so incomplete.
Soon now he should be returning home
she prays he will share her joyful news.

A small flutter inside her womb
signifies the start of new life.
Will he be happy or angry with her,
although this birth was not planned.

She knows he wanted to wait a bit
get a promotion or two at his work.
Yet the fates have decreed otherwise.
She hears the door and his footsteps.

He calls out her name as he enters
and pulls her into a loving embrace.
She stiffens in his arms, feeling scared,
then stammers to him, her life changing news

He goes as still as death itself, shocked,
walks away from her to pour a stiff drink. 
Then suddenly it hits him, they will be parents,
joyfully he holds her, asking when in excitement. 

About seven months time she softly whispers.
Her joy set alight with love for him and her unborn child. 
A boy, she hopes, just like his handsome father
and they celebrate together their happiness.

written 04/26/2014

contest A Daydream


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little girl

little girl with blue eyes.with blonde curls.A sky blue dress.And a basket full of apples shes bringing home to mama.
Little girl crossing the meadow.Not very far from home.She waves at nearby rabbits peeking out of rabbit holes.She walks with a rhythm.She hums a little tune.Shes only eight years old and she does not notice the sky is turning a dark shade of blue. 
little girl takes a nap in the meadow.Just a short one she says and slowly closes her eyes.
She falls into a deep sleep dreaming of butterflies.
Bobby day was a lonely boy.Looking for comfort.The little girl had treated him kind.She also had beauty before her time.He looked down upon her sleeping in the meadow.a basket full of apples laying beside her.
Little girl awoke to night fall.She awoke to Bobby day staring intently at her.
Bobby was a predator.that's what her mama always said.Lonely only because he had women scared.He wanted to take her home but the little girl knew better than that.
No one but bobby and that little girl were around.In the dead of the night only the hoot owl saw what occured.It was an accident bobby will testify .She fell backwards and hit her head as i tried to grab her .I didnt know what to do when blood trickled from her head.So 
I carried her to the river and threw her body in.But i did not kill her.It was an accident he said . the judge felt sympathy and gave him four years.But for the rest of his life that little girl would haunt his memories.Knowing that his own actions may have inadvertently caused her to die.



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Adults and Children

When I was a kid I could think of nothing but play
Now that I’m older worries keeps looming all the time

In my childhood I had faith
Today I have faith yet doubting

As a child I have love without questions in my mind
But now love is conditional

When I was a child I see the flowers in the funeral
Yet today the presence of the dead bugs my disturbed mind

When I was small things weren’t complicated at all
Now is a different thing with all the grown-up technicality

Friendship is easy back then
Now-a-days it’s getting harder everyday

I used to think life is ok
Then I realize life is full of misery

Children want to grow faster
Yet adult longed to pull back time

Solution is …………….
While young keep on growing in advance
Until you get older cease not being a child 2-7-07


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For Chris

As all things pass, you must
   Beyond, no earthly future lies
No limits be secured

Chosen by the hand of God
   You pass before our eyes

With arms outstretched, we reach
   To hold you back

In looking back we see ahead
   An emptiness surrounds

How fragile now we feel
   The clutch of sorrow's bounds

With time strength will return
   And clearly then we'll see

The message of this mournful day

For we, too, shall pass dear Son
   And with you, then, we'll be 


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DEAR JESUS

***AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you are the sensitive kind, or if you get offended easily, or are not able to read topics that are extremely emotional and hard to take in, DO NOT READ THIS POEM!!! I do not sugar-coat anything, I won't apologize for whatever poem my heart decides to spit out.***      


Dear Jesus 
I know it’s been a while 
The last time we talked I guess I was crying 
But not tonight you see 
Tonight I’m asking you to hear me... 

Dear Jesus 
Please let daddy be too drunk 
Please let him pass out on the couch ‘til we see the sun 
I hate it when he comes around 
My bed still reeks of his funk 
Just like that night 
When he fell asleep on top of me 
And the mattress sunk 
I had to hold my breath 
It was like I had sex with a skunk... 

Dear Jesus 
Please wake momma up 
She’s been sitting at the kitchen table for days now 
With her marked wrists and her head down
I wonder if her white friends did it 
They always knock her down 
I tried moving her but her body hung 
I wonder if she’s well 
She’s starting to smell 
Daddy doesn’t know 
Every time I ask him I end up with a broken nose 
No daddy doesn’t know 
He knows how to unbuckle his belt 
And tell me to... 
Blow job? Is that what it’s called?...

Dear Jesus 
Who’s this knocking at my door? 
I guess he’s coming back for more
But I refuse to cry like before 
I only have one last prayer to go
Before I open up this door... 

Dear Jesus 
If sleep ever comes to me tonight 
Please don’t ever let me wake 
 

 


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Down

Down

She is very down today
The pain in her eyes is very disturbing, I can’t control myself
She is very young to experience this kind of pain
My only way to help her now is to pick her up 
She has lost her soul. Her pride has been taken away from her
She was just a young innocent child with love and much of it to share

How can the world be so cruel to her?
How the worlds can let this happen
How can woman still have a child and hold it on their arms
Forget all the troubles in the world and forget about this girl
Her life will be nothing but darkness
The evil that has been brought to this world is unforgivable.

The world has became a beast that eats us all away
Takes our virgin souls and eats us alive
She was a young virgin; raped by men she called uncle
The world has became selfish, disarming, rude and foolish
Words are hopeless to this world
An answer will be answered soon
A glorious Monday morning will be glorified.


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Fairytale Child

I was a fairytale child raised in a concrete family always too emotional always too sensitive always lost somewhere in my own imagination trying to love, and be loved trying to be something I was not meant to be like a singular apple growing on a pear tree "Pull your head out of the clouds" they would say to me they never understood I was exactly who I was supposed to be.


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electing the new pope

electing the new pope (conversation between two cardinals)

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“psst…has joey been locked up
in the cage (vatican)?  has he been
put in a safe place where he can’t be heard,
where his senile ramblings won’t reveal
how many little boy’s that we’ve
raped & molested?”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“yes, i think he’s done with his waving &
tearing eyes, he has done his last 
praying hands, he has been shuffled off 
somewhere where he won’t be found out.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“has he been cleaned up?  i mean, is all
the evidence gone?  we don’t want any traces
of the little boy’s DNA, we don’t want it 
getting out that joey was just like the rest of
us.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“i understand.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“i certainly hope you understand, because we have
to get another old shriveled up, white haired,
babbler up there quick, before easter you know.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“certainly.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“because you know the catholics of the world can’t
be without their little figurehead on their little
day of illusions…”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“of course not.  we wouldn’t want that! (laughing)”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

(laughing with him) “the herd needs a shepherd, or they
might start think for themselves & toss out the whole 
thing.” 


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A Cemetery's condo

Every morning, an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my window taunting 
and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss.  The worst case is not this thing called death 
but the abuse of love that my parents fill into my bruised soul, a child I am no more but I 
can still remember the time I cried as one and cried and cried until the face of a frustrated 
mother came to ease my pain, and her own unease mind.  Disorder clouded my mind but as 
a child I did not fully understand what these emotions where, for is a mother not there to 
ease her Childs pains, and is a mother not there also to ease her children’s emotional pains.  
I can vouch that my physical pain was eased but spiritually my emotions ran wild like a pack 
of wolfs searching for the hunter who wielded with him the ax grief.  I respect my parents 
like any child should, and I disobey them like any child shouldn’t, but what I feel towards 
them is different than disobedient and anger. It feels as if loath itself is creeping up into my 
heart then into my head like the words of a woman who clouds all sense of reasoning.  I 
laugh but I cannot truly feel happy even when they do try to appease me in the way I want 
to be appeased or so they do think for we never truly speak. I love them; I loathe them, for 
I am an outcast even amongst outcasts for they say they know pain but not all pain is 
physical for trauma has kissed and slept inside my heart but has it done the same in theirs 
also. I shall never know for trauma has chained us into the comfort of its hellish bed and 
sealed our lips like everything that is true in life. I am loath now, I am pain now, I am evil 
incarnate, but I am an evil whose pain and loath seek nothing but the comfort of peace. 
Every morning I wake, and an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my 
window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss and I wonder when is the 
day that I will fall prey under the temptation of its kiss. Death is literally around the corner 
for I live by a cemetery’s condo.


* Just a story but i have put SOME of my feelings and my own life experience in there.





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Sponge

Its effects run in you
Always through you
And when you’re not careful,
It can go all the way down
If you clench it hard enough
It almost squeezes back
Ripping at your everything.

In the moment it wrenches you
And you play dead for a while
Until you’re back to reality
And it releases your smile.
It’s not as bad as you thought
You’re not as bad as you thought.
Squeeze yourself,
Releasing all that needs to be said and done
Tempt yourself
For you’re not the only one.

Inside it feels like heaven
And you’re tempted to look inside
If you do, you’ll have to rip at it
Is the cost worth the price for knowledge?
It’s opened…
You see everything
But like a child, the gift of sight is blinding
You’re scared of this new beauty
You can’t understand 
There’s an adjustment with time
And you feel alive.
If you accept it’s will
The rest will come full circle,
Don’t lose your battle
For the worst thing that comes 
Is happiness, beyond good judgment…


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Little One

Fields black and sundered so,
Mists of tears, forgot in woe,
Showers of rain, standing still,
Skin as white as snow,

Passers by wander not a sight,
Pay no heed to such a blight,
Showers of rain, lost in ill,
Wandering each... stone cold night,

Forgot, abandoned, this lowly one,
Hope is lost, all yet none,
Showers of rain, brights forsaken,
Misbegotten hope, now that all is done.


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Devil Mask

"Every time, countless stares, they try to peer into my mind. Every single time, I am so tense, I cannot relax and unwind. The painful judgment unleashed down upon my own flesh and blood, Who is right, who is wrong, who is guilty and who is strong. Who is fit to rise from that which dirties our hands and body, the mud. I want to get away from you, but I fear you not. I want to watch you suffer as I rise and you rot. Do not mistaken me, I truly am just a simple, regular girl with nothing to live for. But that means that I can go to such lengths to grab your heart and crush your core. Accusing me, I was just fine with that, But now bringing down my entire family? You scummy, shameful rats! Throughout my childhood, all I wondered was "why?" Now, I don't care, when you cross my mind, I chant, "just die." Blaming us for what? Shunning us because we fought? Your manipulation of our minds will NOT be tolerated. I am the watch dog of this family and will not let you belittle and derate. I don't need your help and I promise to be better than you, This is one of the few reasons I will continue living and that fatal day you shall rue. You stole my childhood, you made me cower in fear, you broke my already fragile soul... Therefore, allow me to dispose of that heart tainted to the level of corruption, the place where your heart was placed will become a jet black hole. How sweet shall it be to see that that fragile, odd and silent girl you ignored or insulted, Will be the end of you and all for she, for ten years and still going, has cultivated, A garden of thorny roses, beautiful in all colors and tainted with your scarlet blood so saccharine, That truly this is not a heavenly virtue but a mortal sin. And yet, perhaps your demise shall not satisfy the craving I so dearly wish to be relieved of. Perhaps you should continue to live and watch me become the things you wish you could be, but for money's sake, could not do and afford to love. But that day will come and revenge will be sweet. It will surely be the sweetest thing I could ever hope to eat~! May 1st, 2013; 5:13 pm


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Stuffed Animals

What ever happened to stuffed animals?
	We let them dust after years of play
		Entangled with each other
			Stacks upon stacks
				Carelessly 
				Thrown
				Away


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Fly Agaric

Wandering traveller of the night
Occult creature,
your velvet butterfly tongue leaves thoughts lingering in my mind
as visions of obscured beauty pass before me,
in the shadow of your smile
hypnotic, illuminating
to pluck the thoughts out of the void
like petals from divine lotus
streams of consciousness pool, playing before our shimmering eyes 
in crescent moon lullaby 
melodic rhythm of throbbing life,
spinning illusion
illuminated in violet luster  
revealing truth hidden in images of splendor
every hue brilliantly diffused
in the immensity of an unshattered silence
fragmented bliss,
I sleep, lulled deeply in Morpheus' embrace 
and so I ask you,
if I am a child of the light why do I feel so at home in the dark?
falling tears die delicately
as you told me that
today is the child of yesterday and tomorrow 
innocence, captured peacefully
formed with golden bough.
Strange, twilight child,
lost in your mercurial pleasure
set free my naked soul
shivering, into darkened night
ascending on stairways of delirium
to the orphaned city of stars


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Asquith Street, Jones Town

A long spine of asphalt, sizzling black
The macka back cart rumbling
On the morning nerve, herring sprat
Is high life some days in this place
Across the street the bakery
Up the street the parrot teaching me to curse
The hollow determination in any face
For we were all connected by a common shame
The sense that here was the bottom
And our pain was those on top of us
And zinc fences surrounding us
In the prison of our dream.

I was the child at the back of the crowd
After the evening prayers
And the rush for freedom
From the classroom corals that punished our desire
To find our own direction amidst the squall
Of trickery and gun fire ... 
I was the child like a raggamuffin on the street
The distractor so my friends could cheat
Mr Bola of his dumplings
My pocket tell the truth of grease in them
I was the child stoning the mango trees
And then close to my gate ... drop back, boy
Behold, out of me a muted lamb appear

I remember, Mrs Donaldson, Byfield
And the tall wall, high as the East Indian tree
I remember Scott, Penley
The girl who almost stole my virginity
And long not now my inocense to keep
What joy for it I could have reaped
But I had neither asphalt nor concrete
Not backbone 
Not knowledge of self, no longing for a me
While England's song I hummed those days
And mother's voice was my leash.
I could break on law
Without my brother's raw anger, the basket of his pride
The tamarind switch, my burning skin
The street at noonday filled with din
Firm as a cross
And I wandering it bewitched and lost.


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Ashley's Secret Halo

Every time I want to hide an angel holds my hand tells me how it will be alright its all part of his plan he now needs me to be tough more now, than ever before he sent forth his bravest angels off into the darkness their halos soar looking for hurt children or mice of men holding back tears for no fear of dying almost a sick twisted pleasure towards why do I stay where I am not wanted I need to be needed an angel can see this as she takes my pain away with her compassion a losing emotion known like only she would for in his place, just maybe she had often stood and now has the eyes to understand the ugliest side that hides in man


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My Christian Heart


They pointed their fingers...that's what people do... ...      they point their fingers...without ever trying on your shoes. They pointed their fingers at her...she walked  with perfect posture...there is no cost...they do not charge even a nickel for form in your stride... ...     I know because if it cost a dime...she didn't have  a spare one of those...she worked hard at her job...when she gave up her child...they...you know they. It was all explained in the sixties when someone asked "who are THEY anyways?" ...      When she gave up her child...they pointed their fingers at her... they talked in little huddles...spoke poorly...of her,  without ever trying on her shoes. ...     every second Friday she would line up for her wages...meager as they were...it had to be divided...a faithful daughter's burden, sending money home...home is an ocean away...home was never a home at all. ...      No one asked me about her pain...they didn't care...they were too busy pointing...she didn't hurt because she was hungry...not because she had nothing, I told you, her posture was perfect... she always held her head high. ...     I wished someone would of asked me...asked me  why she gave up her child...she told me... ...she gave up her child because she could no longer... she could no longer bear...bear to hear her child cry from hunger. 30/09/2014


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Spinning Song

I look around 
And see everything here is changing. 
The homes, economy,  clothing, 
It’s moving on. 
I wish it would stay the same. 

They say it’s changing for the good, 
But there are so many wrongs to it. 
Crime, anger is lit
In the hearts of men and women alike. 
If only we could have stayed the same. 

In this short time, we continue on, 
Replaying our lives. 
The young baby cries, 
And the old person gives a last breath. 
It’s never the same anymore. 

The old are swept off  
By the calm under their feet. 
Taking steps on with beat, 
Onto a new place that promises more. 
If only I could go there, to be the same. 

Children are remaining 
With memories that survive. 
They wake and revive, 
Starting another morning. 
If only that was the same for me. 

Our memories of old and new
Are spun into two spirals,
Then fade away, and unravels. 
This is how it goes on, 
Like a ribbon, changing formation. 

As for me, 
I sing this song. 
I want to change all wrong, 
But nothing can change with one person. 
I know I could never do so much. 

But I will 
Sing for as long as I can. 
Though this song cannot change man, 
I will try and do my part in the world. 
I can do anything if I try. 

I remember what happened
When I pass on to the next place, 
But it’s engraved in this empty space, 
In my heart, 
So please let me through.


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Nerd

Nice - I'm a nerd
Emptiness fills my cranium
Rain springs out of my eyes - blurs my glasses 
DANGER DANGER 
((just give me a second)) I'm sneaky and smart! IN YOUR FACE xDD


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Do you remember

Do you remember the first place we met?
I'd been out walking, and you were all wet.
Too far from home, to run for your mum,
Too fearful of strangers, inside to come.

You took to my barn, and lay in the hay,
to keep yourself warm and to hide away.
I bought some hot food and some cocoa to start,
and left them to warm your insides, and your heart.

Many would call me a perv or poof,
All I wanted to do was give you a roof.
To let you dry off, and show you no harm,
not hurt you, abuse you, or cause you alarm.

I bought you a phone, for you to ring home,
to tell your mum how far you'd managed to roam.
You told me she'd come in her car to collect,
she was angry and mad, and I would get wrecked.

If only she'd understand my intentions, my care,
but for her - I was sick - the understanding, not there.
I'd try to explain, but it wasn't so wise,
I'd look like a weirdo in that mother's eyes.

I told him to sit there, and I'd wait inside.
As I turned round, he hugged me, and deep down I cried.
I gave him a smile, and a wave; it was true,
And as he was driven away, I hurt. I was blue.

The very next day I awoke to a knock,
it was Mum and the boy, to my great shock.
She smiled, and said sorry, and I got 2 hugs that day,
one of those from a mother, whose love couldn't stray.

So now you know me, and you know of my story,
of tolerance, love, and kindness - not glory.
We're a family now, son, husband and wife,
Look past what you think - you may be ruining a life.


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Bath-Time Blackbeard

I jump into the ocean 
And climb aboard my ship.
I’m a pirate captain, Matey!
Let me give you a few tips:

1. I’ll make you walk the plank.
2. I’ll make you scrub the deck.
3. I’ll see that you do sails
    before we crash and wreck.
4. A giant octopus 
    and Barbie are our threats.
5. We only have 10 minutes
6. We’re all in with no regrets.

When the ocean’s finally drained,
And the bubbles are all gone,
I dry and wait for next time,
Which seems to be too long. 




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DAVION

Davion a name i thought years ago i would not be saying everyday
you came into our world as a dream an unreachable goal in thought in some other time frame.
Your eyes blue as the sky your smile as bright as the sun my love for you has grown my wants for you have become goals my life is different because of you.
your laugh calms my soul your kisses blown are my inspiration
Davion you are a gift that almost came with a price the loss of my wife.
but together her and i intend to make your world an imagination filled dream that only you can paint on the canvas of your life and we promise to be here to praise you, honor you, cherish you, and teach you everything we know you are our only son and we will love and cherish you as long as we both breath...


We love you Davion Micheal.


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Cube Girl

              Cube Girl
(Based on the same titled short story by me.  It is not a true story so don’t be alarmed.)

I’m 19 and a woman in space 
Meandering out for centuries
I fear there’s no way back
For sure I didn't get here alone
Most view me as a girl.  They do not matter. 
They have long since vanished in the winds of time
And with them all their kind
Folding them neatly into the fabric of existence
And kissing them good-bye 
My sojourn out here eclipsed all other matters 
Disconcerting things I can’t explain 
Like being imprisoned as a cold dark cube
Is what I became, Is what I am
Who gets themselves in such a state?
This prevailing condition of not being myself
Preoccupies the immediacy of the moment
I must have fallen to sleep to turn into such a thing 
My Breasts are hard.  My nipples are soft but sore
But everything about me and within me is metallic
I have no interest in men or women or so I thought
My lower extremities are in a fever
In a liquefied state forever.
I must be coming down with something. 
There is no training for such girl things out here I think
If there is anything to be done
It should be to keep myself occupied and quiet
No need to panic in deep space when in a cube state
Or is it cube shape?  
Activities, hobbies, come to mind, to keep me sane.  
Feelings keep me on edge out in the ends of space
Once there was a computer that made me feel at ease
It kept me balanced, at peace, like family  
But then, there is no proof
I must have dreamed up humanity and machines 
Perhaps I've always been a product of the stars
They gave me birth
I am their only child 
Cosmic bodies rolling on the void
Not of this or any other world
I am cube girl


 


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Mother And Child

            Mother and Child

Nothing is more perfect than mother and child
Baby clings on mom’s neck secure in the facts of life
Mom snuggles there in gentle endless caresses
What could be sweeter than the warm milk
Poured out as nourishment and purity for baby
To spice the day as they play
The old house on the cliff keeps them happy
Their days are filled with looking out at the great sea
Watching the heavy waves lap on boulders just below them
The sound, like a somber lullaby, moves them off to sleep
To keep them grounded up above
Sometimes in Spring they dance hand in hand along the cliff
Being ever mindful not to slip
Taking their love one step at a time in humble trust
Mother and child are always sweet and kind


 


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CANDY

Candy is good
Candy is sweet
Candy is my favorite treat!
I eat it all day!
There's no such thing as tooth decay!

Lollipops! Gumdrops!
I'll eat them until my teeth rots
But they never will I've still got all mine
Brushing is a waste of time.

I wish all the candy on the world was mine
I'd eat it to I get old and died
If I ever ran out of candy I'd cry


OH MY what is that pain!? Could it be a cavity???
The dentist tells me it must be pulled.
Oooooh I screamed like never before and now I know what brushing is for.


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Downtown

Downtown

Dirt, cobblestone, brick and asphalt
Trodden on by horses, kids and others
Driven over by buggy, streetcar and automobile
Past shops, restaurants and theaters
It was the center of a town
A place where life took place
A million memories have been made
Couples who had their first dates
A child who sees their first movie
People who worked the shops
They were all part of the memories 
They made the history that we remember
Now, the shops are gone
The restaurants have become rundown or closed
Converted into ghetto bars with all of the gangs and crime
The theaters died when the multiplex was born
Sixteen screens each without a personality
Everything changed with the passing of the years
The beautiful architecture of the past has been replaced
Carved marble changed into sheets of sterile glass
It disappeared as the world progressed
At least the Downtown of the past still lives
The couples, the child and the people remember
And as long as they do...there will always be a Downtown.


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Innocence Stolen

He comes to my room
Late in the night
When my mom is asleep
And turns off the light
What do i do what do i do
He's by my bed side
He slips his hand under my cover
And i just cried
I'm only 12 years old
I don't like what he is doing
I feel so dirty and bad
My heart the hate is chewing
I can't take it anymore
Why won't he leave me alone
I just want to be a kid
But now my innocence is gone
He told me don't tell
It would kill my mother 
He told me don't tell
He would kill my little brother
I feel so stuck
Who now will want me as a wife
There's only one thing left to do
So i took my own life


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CHILDHOOD

Childhood is a Cherishable Phase,
Its Beautiful Memories Within Heart Remains.

Childhood is filled  with Craze,
Unforgettable are those Days.

Innocence is  Wonderful Essence of Childhood,
With Growing Age, We tend to Lose it and Step Towards Adulthood.

Childhood is  Living with Fun and Toys,
Its Where Life is Fond Of Joys.

Sweetness and Happiness is Filled Within the Heart,
Its Heavenly Phase which I Wish Again to Impart..

Written by-Sanchita Ghosh


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Child of Heaven

You gaze at me with 
Child’s eyes, yet I wonder
At all you have seen
Before you came here.
I sing you to sleep
But I know it’s nothing
Like the music you knew.
The meager bread and milk
Does not compare to
The glorious feasts you
Must have had before.
Nothing have I to
Offer that was not yours;
And when you wrap your
Hand around my finger,
I’m overwhelmed with humility.


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The Waterfall

I had a dream that wasn't a dream.
Being but a child, who could discern what's what?
The clever illusions of false truth snicker at my struggle to comprehend even today.

Looking into my past I see what I do not know.
Waking up in the late nights to the surreal world of magic as a child was but a dream?
How do I recall what it felt like to reach my small hands forth into the night,
To touch the beauties of a world I most certainly created?

As life so cruelly plays out, nothing is what it seems.
I feel the happiness of the magic that embraced me,
And I feel the darkness of the unknown lurking, ready to strike out in my vulnerable mind.
For where there is purity, there is most certainly evil.

Born innocent, a child is introduced to the evils of the world through nightmares.
They wade in the the sea of creativity, staining the water black,
They overrule with their triumph in victorious waves of murky fear, the shivers down your
spine.
And they send those who were once happy down a waterfall into perpetual darkness.


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THE BABY HAS GROWN


Grown? Yes. 
Big and proficient
Religion the father of being
Old-coming the days prior
To all flesh heard of
Then was a baby born
Born on palms, crying and writhing
Without way, merry and say
This was the beauty of days ancient
Seeing nuclei of mystery and greatness sprout 
And religion carried the thing undefined
Round and around, heeding and feeding it
It cried often and wronged often
And was often exonerated a thing minus brain
Now grown it is
Respect, honor and reverence of old no longer
The hands that fed it in past
Has it licked and bitten
It’s turned a beggar without gratitude
To carry religion places absurd
Of philosophies heathen
Whereof it wasn’t taken young
Like the earth being born of the universe
Has learnt  to bear the universe 
Dumping it into the Pacific
Aaaah! A rhetoric eternal
The predator will die before the prey 
Recover your uselessness man
How you began in the flesh
And are now given to end in spirit for free
What a mystery unveiled
There was a way that led you home always 
When you had home none
That’s more reverent than the opportunist that follows the tide
In pockets unmannered we’ve overtaken 
The womb that bore us
And man is a servant become master
Like a child rapidly promoted to sit on the father’s chair
Will the squirrel mock the poor hole 
That saves her from the craving hunter?
Perhaps when the child grows


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A Mother's Love

     The depths of the oceans
     The heights of the mountains
cannot 
          aptly and vividly describe 
          what affection
     A mother has
          for her baby.

    Sweet crescendos
          of lullabies
    Bursts of staccato 
          sounds
    Splash of rondo 
          tunes
    She sings to salve
         his soul from moments
         of discomfort
    Gives him a hope 
         for life 
    And much happiness.

    Once born into this world
         of struggles
    Every child must
         survive it;
     He earnestly seeks
         for the warmth
         of a good mother.

    No one teaches
         a young one
    How to suck milk 
         from her mother’s breasts;
    Each newly born
         has some instincts
    This would assist his growth
         as he marches to face the 
challenges 
        of the coming days.

    None can however measure
        his mother’s express desire
    That her child should live to
         see her wildest dreams
         come into reality.

    Oh, what love a 
        mother has.


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I Have A Poem

 
I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll spread the message with its fires
Towards the planets with holocausts or killings
A poem that’ll talk about reality amongst the 
Communities tortured and marginalized
A poem that’ll be against female genital mutilations
With sex violation and child abuse
A poem that’ll sail on the oceans, seas 
And lakes.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll born the richness of solidarity 
For the poor and needy ethnicities
A poem that’ll climb the mountains with rocks
Against the tribal war and hatred
A prayer that’ll linger across the borders, horizons 
And skies.
 
I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll never accept dictatorships
But the democracy to embrace the integrity and equality
A poem that’ll victoriously shines in the midst
Of darkness to steer the world for light
A poem that’ll challenge the axis of conflicts, hunger
And war.
 
I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll change the masses from
Racialism and imperialism to harmony that prevails
A poem that’ll face no fear on the Leaders
Of the earth in the nuclear advancement
A poem that’ll heal the children, mothers
And fathers.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll resist the subjugation towards
The innocent creation and nature burning
A poem that’ll uphold our dignity and rights
Against the imperialists nightmares storms
A poem that’ll reign on the rivers, streams
And valleys.
 
I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll fight for my rights, your destiny
Against poverty and violence
A poem that’ll take its paths on the clouds 
Of machinations with tribalism
To bring back reconciliation within the dust 
Of bloodshed of massacre
A poem that’ll call for the struggle 
Against the tyrants holding the oppressions
And discrimination towards culture
A poem that’ll condem the child trafficking, slavery
And child soldier.
 
I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll reflect on the lives
Living in despair with no hope for future
A poem that’ll free the deprived races
From the rising massacre and destruction
A poem that’ll boldly demonstrate against
Military dominance within the humanity dignity
A poem that’ll swiftly tread in the slums, towns
And cities.
 


 
Yes!
I have a poem for peace to the world

A poem!
Like Martin Luther King had
A Dream.
 
  


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Untitled

I cried when you passed away
I still cry today
Although I loved you dearly
I couldn't make you stay
God broke my heart
to prove that he only takes the best
So he put me to the test
In order for me to blessed
Forever missing you LeSchea
We will be together soon.
Mommy Loves you.


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JERSHON'S BIRTHDAY

Today is a Special Day As it is Jershon's birthday To Mama and the rest of the family It is a lucky day. No matter how busy the day would be We come and share our love The warmth of loving And the sweetness of sharing that count. This unforgettable get together Absolutely simple but a revival of spirit so lavish We know each one of us Has something in mind to shower. But the thought of affection Would be worth remembering As Jershon you are a Special Son and Angel We love you, kiss you and hug you! And each day we love you more May God blesses you always Truly this 27th day of the LOVE MONTH Is forever a very memorable and happy day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU!
From the family


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Puppy Love

When I first saw your picture, my little ball of fluff; I loved you. He handed over the cash and I sold you my heart. You came to me without papers but it didn't matter -- you sealed the certificate with several loving licks. Each stroke made the happiness in my chest tick.

You were my baby and I'll always love you.

Knew I couldn't have kids and I wanted my first son to be Bentley; that's why it was first love when you met me. Bought you clothes and toys and the best munchies. Had to spoil my little man like it's supposed to be.

Whenever I'd get in fights you'd kiss away my tears. My friends missed my calls but my dog took away my fears. I'll miss my buddy; he was a girl's best friend. The closest thing an infertile young lady could get in the end.

I'll miss you.


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I WANT

I want   

Mankind to be kinder to man 
The world to echo ‘‘yes we can'' 
All children to live without fear  
To know literacy and opportunity 
Equality to be truly equal  
Life to be valued higher than gold   


The tally of one’s true legacy    
To be measured by their mercy   
Law to always speak the truth      
A right to prayer to be absolute    
The plague of racism to be vanquished  
Earths bounty to feed the hungry  

The games we play called war   
To be declared forever lost 
The blindness of hate    
To be granted sight and tolerance   
The cries of the weak and abused 
To be answered by the strong     

Our rain forests to be cherished   
Whales to roam free within pristine seas  
The words spoken ''never again''  
To never again be needed to be said 
Every man to be a brother of mine 
Each child to be my child  

Within my lifetime 

Irish



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La Noel Sucree

Using the snow to make white chocolate,
And we cheerfully waltz down a sponge street. 
As we melt away in the sweet, sugary clouds, 
I can't wait for our hands to meet! 

Because you're so sweet, I'll make it bitter,
And I use more meringue that usual. 
A kersch-flavored cherry carriage rolls in, 
And to the next station, being careful. 

Wearing the scent of lovely vanilla and with an Xmas ticket, 
I buy your favorite tart at the Chiffon Cake Street shop. 
I walk delicately to your home so I don't drop the cake, 
So please wait for me as I skip on a gumdrop. 

I stop at the candle fields, 
Enjoying the bright colors, red, blue, and yellow. 
I drink a glass of red juice, 
Tonight is a special night where our love will grow~! 

I won't take much more time to get to you, 
I wonder if my cake is okay? 
Wait, my reindeer is running away! 
Flying with a red-nose express through the grey. 

When the snow falls, it's a light acrylic pink, 
My fingers are colored purple when I touch it. 
I can't take your call right now, I promise though, 
When I come, you'll get a big Christmas star tonight! 

With a sugary frosting, I paint a heart on the tree, 
Love will be in the air tonight. 
So wait for me, I have to walk delicately, 
I won't drop the cake, alright? 

For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale competition


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Swan Song, part I

Here I am
    Stranded between this and your goodbye.

    You,
Whose thatch is a-glow with fires of Beauty
  That burns my heart,
    unkempt and wild,
Sits atop a countenance borne of a thousand fantasies
  Of angels and fairies and their adorable air,
    That underneath the obvious purity
Lies some hidden childish naughtiness there.
  And though there have been wonder
    Like those seven shades that wipes the sky of its tears,
Or the earth blushing by the sun's appearance
  At dusk or dawn, as a lady does when meeting her lover,
    Or the sight of evening stars on a cloudless sky
Like jewels sparkling spread on velvet,
  None has stalled a heart 
    As your entrance to a scene;
As if pulchritude was conjured from adjectives
  To a breathing thing
    To which nothing has been of equal since.

Yet here I am
    Stranded between this and your goodbye.

Perhaps it has gone unnoticed
      At every opportune time,
   Irises have prayed to be blessed
To be reciprocated.
      And Heavens be thanked! Heavens be thanked
   When favor is given, that completes a day.
What more if engaged in a conversation
      Nay, more, fortunate enough to be bestowed
   With a couple of words
Such as a greeting, or a calling by name;
      Then I would be lost as a child would be in a jungle.
   Unnerved, devoid of the facility of expression,
Frozen as would be a dead tree in winter.

Yet here I am
    Stranded between this and your goodbye.

For every moment that we stood before each other
  Face to face, there dawns a discernment
    By this day and age
A dozen or so faces have come and gone;
  Faces that have caused the heart to prance wildly 
    To a rhythm unintentionally syncopated.
Faces that have shaped the perspective
  Of the panorama of future days.
    Faces that if they were modelling clay
And by some miracle were shaped to a single mold
  The outcome stood before me, face to face;
    Something I have never thought 
Even in the wildest imagination possible.
  Wild-eyed with wonder, a child witnessing the delicate
    Subtlety of a magician's handicraft.

I only wish I could have told you of these.

(continued)


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SPam and Craig

"Proper Pam im-promiscuity carries a
tepid torch against the blank footlights
of a dimlit digital marital marquee---last on the 
billing of a car-null double featurette like
a black and white bijou plotless rerun
hand cranked by an arthritic arm;
pit pursuant of
quicksand lust with a gray gaze monotony
able to hitchhike from a plavce point left
only undetermined,
I've seen more action from a shoe sticky floor
or a large hole in an uncomfortable seat cushion,
not to "juxtapare"  mind me but what a
chronofile,   if briefcases  couldspeak and not the
numbers from the credit card diction-ary of child
desires---stratfied pleasures far from TILT
lean calmly on majestic inconsequentials--like
ships passing in the night.
a blue ribbon in a cud chewing contest


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* Come see

Come see! Come see! shouts the children.
For this day there has been a baby born.
His parents traveled many days and nights,
all the towns, cities would not allow them rest.
They were so tired, exhausted, the woman was
expecting a baby like no other ever known.
She riding proudly upon the donkey and her husband,
at her side leading them slowly over rocky paths and
up many steep hills but they never thought of stopping.
Every door knocked on denied them entry, telling them
no room here you most move on for your kind is 
unwelcome here in this city, town, country. 
Never once did they complain all she knew was the
baby was coming soon so when all impossible that
there would be no place for rest they knocked one
more time on a small door in the far away city.
The keeper came and said Move on I have no room 
for the likes of you, but sir my wife is with child it
will be born this night then I have a empty stable you
may use good night sir now move on.
So they walked down the road a little further and there
it was this small stable with a horse, a cow, some sheep
and much straw and hay and there he helped her down.
With in hours the baby came it was a boy child and the
sky lite like diamonds and one star shinned brighter
then the others leading those in the desert to this child
who was born this day in Bethlehem His name was JESUS!


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SILVER STAR

SILVER STAR

I have long since lost Hope,
because my paths are so endlessly long and aimless,
as if sculpted out of my restless spirit
in the long nights of reverie.
You know, Lord... I used to have my Hope.
It was so nice to stand next to the Christmas tree
with my mother,
and look at its proud top,
where our silver star shone,
my favorite Hope. 
To me, a child who never decorated his own tree,
it was the biggest Christmas tree in the world,
and the brightest star beyond the heavenly dome.
Each night before Christmas we would return to the same place
with the same desire and faith,
until our terrible companions, the long, cold nights
have invoked death
and stolen my mother.
I am motionlessly standing and staring into this dark, cold night,
like an avenger yearning for revenge,
and a thin woman in rags is passing me by,
whispering warm words into a child's frozen ear.
The child is looking up with the same gaze
like I did when my mother used to show me the silver star,
whispering into my frozen ear
that someday I shall touch that silver star too,
silvering all the orphanages of this dark world.
Her warm words are still crossing my mind:
„Son, always stand on your toes and look up...
and you shall touch your star!“
My eyes have long since stopped sparkling
and they don't look up.
They used to be the big, bright eyes of a child,
that shone in the dark,
like two young embers that were just set afire,
but now... oh, now my eyes are but burnt out embers
in the squeezing fist of the cold world.

You know, Lord, how much I wanted to stand on my toes
and look up,
but life always threw me back to my knees.
I admit that I haven't been standing on my toes for a long time,
but I am not kneeling, either,
I am only looking down
into the dark reflections of people's characters,
and my Hope is once again so far away,
as if it's afraid of my faithful squire,
which is standing at the bottom of the silky net,
not like a flym
but like a master of many a fly big and small,
because Death has that justified purpose
to come for its flies regardless of their size.
I am not looking at death like a fugitive,
but a penitent man,
who wants just another chance.
How strange it is, Lord,
that even a man abandoned by Hope wants his chance.
Yes, Lord, I admit
that I would like to stand on my toes once more,
below the biggest Christmas tree in the world,
and touch our silver star.
  
 ©Walter William Safar

 






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A baby's smile

Can you describe a baby’s smile? Let me try:
 A breath of fresh air while the sewage tanks are drained;
 That momentary silence when gunshots fill the air;
 Cool palm oil on your tongue after your first crab curry;
 when you shut your eyes to stop incoming traffic glare;
 when a persistent cramp finally disappears;
 Taking off your blistering work shoes when the day is done.
 
The pureness of the lines, and the innocence written in an infant’s smile cast all my stress away.
 Unrestrained, untainted. The pure expression of appreciation that says: “Yes, you count”, “Thank you!”, “I love you” without uttering a word.
 Those 5 seconds where everything means so much more, where nothing else matters than how happy this human being is of the mutual expression of love, as you smile back.
 
(c)Nyonglema
 
 
 
In the comments, tell us what your baby’s smile is like to you….


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Light a fire and burn

You find me so easy these days,
Leaving the extreme burden 
of being a good wife all the time,
You find me in the corner of the garden,
Sharing a cup of coffee 
and looking at our child losing herself,
in her imaginary kingdom of lawn,
You bridge the gap and lay next to me on the sunbed,
Simple touching and the heat of the sun 
discourage further duties,
I love you,
Let us wait together for the twilight,
Let us then go in together,light a fire and burn. 


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A memory of Joy

My body is sick 
changing one way 
To prepare for life
and then changing again
Relinquishing life
Purging out the remains
When once it had gathered 
Hope to bear fruit 
None remains 
but a memory of joy


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Jesus will mend you

Jesus will mend your broken heart
Jesus will heal every broken part
Jesus went to Calvary
So he could take the pain away

The pain you feel as you lay to sleep
Jesus wants you his peace to keep
He wants to take the pain away
He wants to take away the pain

He wants to make you whole again 
And so eternal life to gain
So come and give your life to him
And let him take away your sin 


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Happy Ending

                                                        Happy Ending

                                              On a quiet tree lined street
                                              A 3 year old living in squalor.

                                        Never outside ,no one knew he was there.
                                      Mother left  grandmother to see to his care.
                                     One old and sick dog left outdoors , saved him
                                               because one person cared. 
  
                                    No one saw or heard the  19 live  and dead animals
                                                 at the end ,found inside.
                                            Grandmother taken to hospital.
                                       Child now thriving , happy in foster care.


                                             
                                                      True story 
                                              Anne Rutherford 11/19/14.
                                 


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Poverty grows

Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath 
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat  
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option 
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked 
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds 
changing ambition to greed
Just share 
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind 
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption 
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form 
defying the innocent
minds controlled 
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.


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ANYTHING FOR YOU

Baby girl, you are my world
So why can't I fix what ails you?
I am told that I say and do the wrong thing
How else am I to fail you?

I hurt when you hurt but I'm told
I have no right
I try to show you how much I care
Even though I'm not always within sight

Inside, I feel great despair
I gave birth to you but you are not mine
Please listen, oh please mind so instead 
of quarreling why not say what is kind

I love you so much, I often wonder
What goes through your mind
And I hope that someday you can
See past whatever keeps you blind

Why the thought of losing you is
Why I continue this fight or flight
For all will reveal itself to you in due time


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Anorexic Angel

Hello old friend,
I see we meet again.
It’s hard to purge the hate
And binge the beauty—
I’ve worn these metaphorical 
shoes
And trekked the span of a 
lifetime,
So you can’t escape the truth.
Grinding fears may gnash you,
Haunting demons may trap 
you,
But I will never harm.
Look in my eyes to see the 
scars
That you’ve let go to your arm;
Now that you’re here,
Let’s have a talk.

She was God’s gift to man,
Women too you might say.
When she looked to the night,
It would always part it’s way
So she could walk in the grace 
of day.
Her beauty breaks all simile,
And no metaphor could 
compare.
Let me show you her with 
nothing,
For she would resonate in the 
air,
Shining bright like the moon.
Opaque whiteness cascaded 
through
Ripples of the human genome.
She was an angel.

I watched her every day
With some brutish envy;
She, to me, was confidence 
A bright beacon of wonder
Or a whimsical whimsy.
She would walk with perfection
Riddled into every step taken.
And even though it was 
unbelievable,
She would walk with me.
We became the blood of life,
The elixir of friendship.
I couldn’t breathe without 
thinking,
Without hoping she was alive.
Because when you love a friend
Like I loved her,
You would die to see them live.

Yet something changed in her,
It grew dark like a possessed 
thought.
Poisoning her heart with 
insecurity
The disease took her soul first,
Before coming to claim her 
body.
A body that never needed to be 
claimed.

Have you ever watched a friend
Die?

She became so lost;
A ship on stormy waters.
Oh, how I tried to show her to 
the shore,
A translucent lighthouse with 
no light.
Her soul was bleached from her 
skin,
Her bones like dust beneath the 
parchment.
The story shined on the body 
that
No longer belonged to her,
And a critic with gross morality,
I was forced to read.
I saw ignorance and bliss,
Pain and compassion,
Hope and destruction,
Truth and repulsion.

I couldn’t believe that she was 
dead and gone,
Words from a wordless song.
I was left in the darkest hour,
Holding her empty and cold 
body
While the world watched and 
judged.
They always judged and never 
helped,
Never bothered to look her in 
the eye
When they were the only 
reason she had to die.

My angel had fallen,
Like rain or like snow. 
She was magical,
But she had to let go.
I think she might say it was 
worth it,
But you be the judge now my 
friend.
Should you continue on the 
path,
You may meet the same end.
Angels fly and fall,
May the truth give you wings.


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My Son

To my son I did not birth, For the world no papers are worth, My heart that beats beneath this chest, Is dormant a vessel with much repress, These feelings inside are only for you, No other can have them no not from you, My life has been made with complicated reins, Yet once we met I'd happen to discover, Our ages made no difference for me as your mother, I've no need for my own by some man's seed, In this lifetime your who I need, I'll never give you up, I'll never let you go, When your world feels like its crashing, Just calm down, My arms are right here, My love in you strong, I'll hold onto you my sweet baby boy, I feel complete with you near, I hope one day you'll love me the same, Sweet child of another I'm grateful she bore, My heart would seem empty if not for you, I smile without reason, Your the cause to my loves change of each season, We run through trials like bumps in the road, Several hurt an some don't matter at all, I'll always forgive you, I'll always love you, For you are my son that shines through the fog to me everyday.


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Fragile

The tininess of a child's hand
That should only reach out for love
But instead spitefully twisted
Where pain has no doubt

The softness of skin
That only a child can bring
Until the cigarette is put
And pureness distorted by burning caused

The tenderness of every word
First spoken and on years grown
Polluted by every word sworn
Invaded by more that is learnt

Delicate the child mind
That can so easily be torn
By both that said 
A nd every cruel thought unspoken

So loving the young voice 
Sweetly asking for belonging 
Innocence easily ripped 
Passed on a vile disease

Fragile those
Who cannot protect themselves
So invisible those who are so close
Who don't know or care what they leave in disrepair 

Not on the breakfast table
Do all the headlines lie
In the safety of their own
So many children die or lose their lives


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Backpacker Mother

In the tangled jungle of my mind
creepies and crawlies
bite and suck.
They feast on your blood
and fill you with venom.
Howls of the night
keep you from rest,
and contorted vines
grab at your feet.

Oh, and the poisons
that turn your mind within
and make you fear your past.
And your future.
Those poisons in the smoke,
the innocent leaf,
and the full round berries,
Juicy and ripe,
that would lull you to a soundless sleep.

In the cave-dark recesses
I see nothing
but danger.

Whilst you, bathing in the dappled sun,
taut with adrenalin,
lean and young and brilliant,
agile and streetwise,
your light shields your eyes
seeing only the soft green shoots
and fearful creatures.
Seduced by that beguiling woodland.
Aware of only good

You go where I would fear to travel.
Take care.


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Never Again

Woman and child are dragged to the gate. The husband thrashes, but by then it's too late. The conductor points to left or to right. Neither direction survives much past tonight. The former brings them to a deathly gas; In the latter, they must be fit enough to pass. The wife weeps when forced to port. The man and son will work 'til their lives are cut short. The woman is stripped, then beaten and raped. The child digs a ditch; with a shovel it's scraped. The husband gets bread, but never enough. His spouse gets a room in which people are stuffed. The grave complete; the guard turns his gun on the boy. In the room with the gas, all lives are destroyed. The man is assigned to work with the fires. And after seeing his wife he embraces the wires. Three innocents: victims of the Holocaust. When people follow blindly, all is lost.


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She Was Nine

She was nine,
her sister
older.
He was a big 
thirty-five 
mean drunk 
coming down 
from Saturday night,
slicked-back 
black hair, 
Hawaiian shirt, 
dark
wolverine 
eyes. 
He hit her arm
hard,
uttered an order 
under his breath.
She looked down
(small tears). 
What else 
could she do but
pull away, 
turn away 
sideways,
offer less of 
herself 
as a target if 
the first blow 
hadn’t dispelled his 
anger?
Her sister’d 
been there before. 
She knew 
what to do —
drop back a half-step, 
look down too
(don’t see),
shed quiet tears
for her sister.


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Slavery and Dreams

Slavery & Dreams
I met a Nigerian man today.
Ebony black & smooth – dark & strong as slated slabs
His voice a rippling river calm.
He spoke of his country & people –slavery & dreams
His wife barren
granting him freedom 
to find another to bear his fruit.
A crop – the greatest prize
His family, starving for harvest
pleaded him - another garden bed.
Raised on drought & plight - the search for water’s quench
he refused – & stood on honor & promise in his depleted land.
This beautiful African man of midnight sky,
his teeth glistening stars -  his voice the wind.
And all I could see was the striking rich fertility
of his soul.

Published: MCI


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So This Is Christmas

Christmas, 1997. Little two year old me
At Grandma's smelly house, making sugar cookies,
When the doorbell rang, long and loud.
Who could it be?
Its Santa! Big and round,
With a fake beard and soft new red suit.
The Man, the Myth, the Legend.
This 'jolly' man handed me a box,
wrapped in shiny green paper with angels on it.
But I was more focused on this stranger...
A holiday story I have never fully believed,
And he was standing right in front of me!
Why didn't he come through the fireplace just downstairs?
Why didn't I hear the click of reindeer on the shingles above?
But little dumbstruck me couldn't squeeze out a single word.
Too late! He was gone, 
Leaving me with my questions and a box full of art supplies.


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to the Author

looking up rainbow tail pushes comet leaving stars behind 			 
like the eternal promise it brings a man and child  			                 
side by side we lay on crumpling earth 					    
a smeltering furnace of a mountain 				               
looking down as chasms open 				              
erupting molten rivers roar no place to go                                                              
the rainbow bends as fiery tide rises looking up                                                          
in starless sky as enormous flying icy rock head on falls  			  
as we lay on the shifting ground no place to go			                   
save us Jesus words spoken and heard 					  
no longer straight on but crashes the land			               
where volcano and splitting parched earth came for us                                               
to the left side of me and child with no place to go                                                   
awoke from night vision no fear though a terrifying scene                                       
but after this still looking up


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Hush of Christmas Past

white snow lay across the earth 
like a soft blanket 
families cuddle close 
before a welcoming fireplace 
trimming the tree 
laughing together
creating memories  
a time of hope and cheer 
young ones happy smiling faces 
looking at the bright tree 
waiting for Santa to bring presents 
maybe a treat 
hoping he knows they have been good
my dream would be to go back in time
when loving family surrounded me
memories are bittersweet
past Christmas images fill my mind 
bringing sadness and regret
So much heartache
please hush Christmas, let me forget


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The Art Of Growing Up

To be a child is to believe.
To be an adult is finding out that everything you once believed in as a child is 
false and not only that but made up by the very same adults that as a child you 
are destined to become.


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Universal Children

A child I am, a child of love
Seeking my universal home
Seeking the creator of my being
Building my faith and courage 
Love, my foundation
My spirit, navigating me 
To where I originate from


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Out-Side

The grower's child and the picker's child want to run away
They want to go to Duluth, the most exotic place they know
We fear he'll get amoralous and ruin us, ruin us
Here the rain is falling, straight as pokers
But never piercing the laconic plane of air
A sudden wind will blow it sideways, straight into eyes
It is too warm to stay in one place, but to follow --
I make up my mind before the gate hits me on the way out
They call for me, but I run, I run

I've run
Weeds underfoot buoy me to the sky
My age doesn't matter now, nor my circumstance
Only my good feet, my big lungs to take in the blue
My calves
I know the laws of the universe but there's no reaction
Not here or now


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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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Games Over!

Game over we both lose,
for now there are no winners.

Only broken familes with broken dreams,
on a lonely quest for love and happiness.

I who understood you best,
did not understand you enough.

You failed to let me totally in,
now we are just friends.

Nothing more or nothing less,
living dreams of happiness we held our breath.

Only to come seconds near our very death.
Now we are nothing more than mere memories.

In hope we made the choice that best.
As we acknowledge we failed the test.

We broke promises and hearts  along the way.
As we promised ourselves forever to stay.

Together as one, not solo as two.
We now fill our own shoes.

As we begin to recover,
transitioning to friends from lovers.

The road was never easy,
but we fought the storms.

Only to be swept by the winds,
now we both loose hopefully as parents we win.

Raise our child unlike we were raised.
Help our daughter see better days.

Hope her realize she doesn't need a "nigga" but a man,
to help her pursue her happiness and understand.

I pray daily you'll see the light.
I just have no more will power to even fight.

I used up all of my might,
trying to help you appreciate and love life.

Maybe I'm wrong for giving up it all,
but when was right who fumbled the ball.

We will not talk as must as we use to talk,
but hopefully for our child we walk the walk.

I hope you undestand this was for the best.
Now I lay my pen to rest.

Whenever you need to cry I'll kend you my shoulder!

But for now!

GAMES OVER!


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Reba

I remember pouring imagination into you
When as a child you sat awed for my stories
Today I read poems your heart brings to view
And hear the honesty only a child knows.
Woman, mother, wife ... the child has grown
Larva, chrysallis, moth ... the myth has flown.

You tell truth straight like arrow to the heart
I feel your words bleeding through my vein
Without crafty turns and dissimulations. Sharp
Knife cutting away compromise and conceit.
I know you where your feelings rise, smokeless
With panting predicates, painting plain pictures
I could not write, for you are much more fearless.

You drank mandro-bitta tea and licked your lips,
You stained desire with honey and fed drifters,
Your thoughts whisper to the edge of the sea
Licking the face of memory with pink evenings.
Do you not know white herons are not a cross?
That I love my hibiscus alone going red to gold?

You tell truth, because you see and look again
While I turn away to dream the deeper thing.
When the withered world is done we have you
The last loveliness, the dream unwithering,
Your imagination shimmering like a windy sea.
The last hibiscus on the stem belongs to me.


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Makenzie

A new life
birth
the offspring of the Rosonow's
a new form
a new shape
a new girl
a new world
the beauty of a new baby is embraced a new mother's arms
how beautiful she is like a green pasture
she is a pure soul and a clean heart
she is like a star that glistens brightly during the night hours
waiting in the sky to be look upon and loved
laughter
times together
kindness
all in the form of a precious little girl
a new life
a new form
a new shape
a new girl
a new world
open eyes and open hearts


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Goodbye Cruel Booze

GOODBYE CRUEL BOOZE

Goodbye cruel booze,
And take your negative consequences with you.
You have made me frown.
You have made me cry.
You have no arms to hold me.
And yet, you consumed my thoughts with the temptation of your embrace.

Goodbye cruel booze,
And take the false illusion of comfort with you.
You have made my friends and family hurt.
You have made my child cry.
You have nothing good to offer.
And yet, you consumed my thoughts with plotting, planning how I could sneak you into my room, like a college boy who wants to take advantage of me.

Goodbye cruel booze,
And take your shame and degradation with you.
You have made me lose my job.
You have made me forget what I said.
You have stolen my honesty, my integrity, my essence of me.
And yet, you consumed me with the thought that I couldn’t, shouldn’t live without you.

Goodbye cruel booze, 
And take your cunning, baffling power with you.  
I have learned how to smile.
I have learned how to laugh. 
Sobriety holds me in its solid embrace.
My friends and family are proud.
My child giggles.
 I have everything good offered to me.
I am one step away from my new job.
I remember that what I say matters.
I am honest, open, and willing.

Goodbye cruel booze.

Goodbye…


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never known

hollow on the inside
my dreams in my head
my thoughts on the outside
gone from reality
lost from existince
my dreams so warm
my thought's  are worn
from what reality has ripped and torn
my future my world
my life my passion
ripped from you
what did i do?
neither of you 
will see this threw
my baby i wish this wasnt true.
taken for granted
smiles and little thoughts
no one gave you anything
but pain before this world.
i wish you could have breathed
i wish you could have loved
but maybe 
the same would happen to you
ill take the blame
ill take the sin
your still alive 
but not of this world.


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Don't look the children in the eyes

because I  was a child I had my eyes above 
I saw too clearly beyond clouds 
then the rain came down 
and grandma took me by the hand 
to the beehives 
I stepped into the sticky mud up to my ankles 
my eyes slipped down 
when I tasted for the first time 
the core of the honeycomb 
too sweet 

little by little 
my eyebrows thickened 
from dandelion to dandelion 
and baptism after baptism 
the tiny stars grew roots 
no more place in the sky for my eyes

now when it rains I search in vain 
my grandma’s big and black umbrella


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Can we talk

Walking towards my 
Destiny
Meet a little boy,
Sobbing uncontrollably
Under a giant oak tree

Can we talk, I approached:
Looking through
Oceans of tears
He pointed high up
On the tree:

Look, that's Molly
My pet cockatoo,
For a little fun
Brought her out, trusting:
She wouldn't fly away

Would you forgive her,
If I promise:
She'll return 
Within an hour?
His smile said it all!

Continuing my walk
Called a friend
For the possibility of 
Repairing a broken heart:
Using his cherry picker

Busy night interrupted
By a knock,
Heralding an enormous
Bouquet, with a tag on:
Can we talk?


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Trauma

Swept away by thoughts 
of child abuse long ago and today
details fade, emotions are buried
deep under ice, soil, rock
a house of cards always ready to cave in
secrets residing inside the walls
fear, all young victims know
bodies and souls becoming numb
hollow eyes too weary to cry
my heart breaks for each child
my eyes cry their tears
their tears deep inside run dry
bodies mature and grow in despair
but souls stagnate, remaining in the past
the Lord will hear their prayers
if they release the words
admit to powerlessness over their pain
I would embrace every hurting child 
if only I could
in defense, the inner child pushes love away
life is disassociation from emotion
the agony entangled on a cellular level
at the core of their being
finding comfort in a paralyzed life
hiding from the world 
the walls bulit around them more like mountains
snow capped mountains frozen in time
a fortress to protect the heart
pretending not to care
living on the edge
of wild nights and dangerous encounters
in daylight, living in dark rooms
like nocturnal creatures
suffering, feeling alive
wearing scars like a suit of armor
I wonder if the spiritual or physical pain is worse
victims are not their pain
lives entangled in sorrow
are capable of growth with God's sustainance
Will they know love?
I must have hope as I pray everyday


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My Pinky Pink Doll

My Pinky Pink Doll,
She is With Me Since  I Learnt to Crawl,
She have Golden Silky Hair,
She is Very Pretty and Fair
She is My Most Loving  Friend,
She is the best doll in the World,
Playing With Her Gives Me  Content
My Pinky Pink Doll....

My Pinky Doll Eyes are Bright,
She Sleeps With Me at Night,
She always loves me a lot,
We Never break into Fights,
Thats  My Pinky Pink Doll..
I Love my Pinky Pink Doll


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Prayer for a life unmade

Too busy wrestling 
with our own demons
to bring an innocent soul into
the hell of mourning
an innocence lost,
I now grieve
for the loss of a life
never conceived

Dear one, I ask
you to forgive 
those obsessions
that ruled the hearts 
and minds of two,
blocking your
journey from this world 
to the stars

Dear one, I ask
you to dream for me
those dreams yet undreamt
and hope the hopes never hoped,
for those dreams and hopes
still live,
tucked away in a corner
of this old heart

Dear one, I ask 
you to feel the love that awaited you
and the pride that even now
burns brightly as a candle
in these eyes,
softly inching towards
its liquid demise 

Dear one, I ask
you to take this hand
and hold it, just once
and cry those tears 
never cried
for these tears 
of mine I fear 
are never to be dried


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Midnight's Keeping

Awaken child to the summer feast
deceitful hearts to midnight's keeping
dreams born on tears given to the fragments
of eggshell youth which is as but a memory
born on the cause of righteousness 
and wilderness fears-
We are but as ships crystallized in this 
vast golden night of morning dreams lost
in the frailty of our own becoming-
White night encases the feast of butterfly
rapture, rivers of sin that emaciate our youth-
Can the child awaken in the garden of his aspirations?
Storms that break on the sea of remorse
The child becoming
so happy yet as he lay dying
because only then was he so close to God-
Infinite immortality-


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A Brief Testimony

I testify
He's real
This is my testimony
Unexplained gifts
Only done by he
I need a place to stay
My credit is standing in the way
A miracle done by he
A two bedroom for my child and me
Starving
A check in the mail
Only done by he
Now I may eat and now I may feed
My child is disabled
Disabled physically but gracefully it's not mentally
I need a car to get from point A to point B and by the grace of God that car was given and bought by me
So now you see and hear my testimony
I testify God is real
From the problems I've overcome to the people he put in my life
Yes it's a struggle but guess what it's apart of life
I testify it is he who gets me through everything


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All The Fields Are Filled With Children

There's that child again
Running and jumping through
The crispy fields of wildflowers
Inhaling the fragrance

This little girl is free from guilt
That sweet one knows no hurt
Will envelope her till she succumbs
To the private pain

The day grows slim as she                                   
Waltzes about feeling
Free as a child should always be
This is not the end

Salty tears escape
As dread and fear
Shadows of confusion drape round
Her tiny shoulders

"Save her!" I cry out
To no one there and then
I wake from the night in disbelief              
I'm dreaming again                                  
                                                        
No one saved me after all                    
                                                        

                                                                                                                                                                           

                                                    
                                                          
                              


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His Child

I’m a child in heart 
I’m sensitive,
So don’t misuse it

I’m God’s special child
I need to respect 
My zealous Father

I need to honor Him
With my young heart,
I pray for freedom

How awesome are Your deeds? 

Relieve my heart’s ache
Help me escape 
From the darkened pit

I can be active
And beat that race 
I’m on God’s good side 
God’s mercy 
Aids me in times of trouble 

I appreciate His consideration 
He fulfills me with elation


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Preach

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare
Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut
Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut
You watch him out the window glass
Retreating figure gone at last

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Things get harder, mothers fired
Baby is toddler and much too tired
Money is in short supply
If only father would just comply 
To help raise his growing kid
Instead he ran and lost his bid
A single tear stains the cheek
Of a mother's soul who's much too weak

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mothers dead, everything's blown
Toddler is small child left alone
Father drunk, stumbling back
Custody left to this piece of slack
Days are long and too far gone
Nights are worse, he's never done
Talking his beer scented words speaking
He says to his child be kind, PREACHING

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Small child has developed
Distinguished individual moving up
Swearing to the sky blue
They will be nothing like you
Father in jail thief from the night
Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight
A smile to the grown child
A tear from the man of the wild

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder


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Stolen

A child giggles
Playing a care free game
Runs round and round 
In imaginary circles
The laughter growing uncontrollably

Stolen

A child excited
Explores their new world
Parents guide inquisitive mind
Through the maze of all to learn

Stolen

A child warms
In the arms of their mother
Safe, secure and loved
Gently drifting 
Into peaceful sleep

Stolen

You stole
But never gained
From the very first time
You raised your hand

Stolen 

Replaced laughter with sobbing
Hope with fear
As you struck 
All that was good about you
Was stolen too.


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Meeting the Shaman in My Head

Beyond the invincible Death,
Past the infectious Icons,
The ever-winding spatial staircase,
And the crack between Time and Space,
Lies the unconscious mind, the ethereal plane, and the land of the lost.
I have traveled miles to be here,
And there are miles to go before I wake.
On a vaguely familiar cracked playground,
Where weeds grow wild
Between fences, bleachers, and tents,
At the crossroads of interconnectedness
I will be meeting him,
Or
He will be meeting me.
I notice distinctly that
It is light but there is no sun in the sky.
There is something non-real, yet realer than existence, about this setting.
On top of the bleachers a small black child beckons me
Toward him.
His face reminds me of my childhood;
His smile reminds me of my long lost home;
There is something both wise and foolish about the way he smiles.
He strides back and forth across the top bleacher;
As I get closer he informs me,
“Animals are the dead coming back to communicate with us.”
Some of what he says doesn’t make sense.
“Mij saw I,” he chants.
He informs me that if ever I want to see him,
I am to come to this spot. 
As I try to look at my hands,
The child drops off the back of bleachers,
Disappearing into oblivion.



-Joseph DeMarco


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Jonathan

Hello sweetheart   
How's mommy's little angel?
I can't believe you'll soon be seven  
Oh how time passes by  
It seems like yesterday you were born

It's such a beautiful day 
I thought I would share it with you 
The sun is shining so bright  
And the sky s so blue
The birds are singing so sweetly 
That they must be singing for you 

Oh, how I hate to leave you 
But it's getting late and
Mommy's got to go 
But before I do I want you
to know 
That I will always love you  
And I promise to return soon 

Until then rest in peace  
My sweet son 





                                 Dedicated to my son Jonathan

















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when sickness came

bet on what s/he thought would be 
a “sure thing”
(sure, s/he wouldn’t admit to 
him/herself that there wasn’t such
a thing as a “sure thing,” but s/he
liked to play pretend with the best of
em’)&
those first years were just like 
everybody spoke of,
they learned about each other,
they saved & had a child &
in that child they invested time &
emotion---
the kid began to grow &
the family seemed so perfect 
until 
sickness
came.

couldn’t put a finger on it
even if s/he tried, but there was a
change in the significant other,
there was an inexplicable change---
came on like a calming wind in the
middle of a Summer’s day &
yet began to burn quickly
like a fire whose embers would grow
& not fade.

when sickness came, s/he couldn’t explain
just what it was that s/he was thinking,
but his/her significant other wanted answers
& it only provoked the situation---
didn’t ask the right questions to begin with,
didn’t think about the genes,
didn’t think about what s/he was becoming,
didn’t think about where it all would leave.

left with the kid, was all that s/he could do,
because said significant other was spinning 
out of control,
where blood did spurt from him/herself &
others, tearing up the world around him/her,
going down with the ship &
no one saw it coming,
no one had any idea that such a sweet 
person had such torment on
speed dial,
nobody new how to deal with it until
it was too late &
everyone still living
suffered,
after sickness came.


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Past times

Past times have come,
they lurk within the darkness,
as I sit here fighting to continue on with my journey,
tears roll down my face thinking of....
the things that no longer exist. 
Lost a Tia to death by drugs, a mother to abusive men and drugs, 
a father to child molestation, a grandmother because I had a kid at fifteen. 
I can't tell you how many times as a child I was abused,
how many schools and homes that I have been in. 
No family support, so I do this on my own, 
All I got is my pen and paper and that's all I need. 
No tears can come for there is no emotions in my life. 
Foster care for five years, two kids by the age of 17, 
both wound up in homes with adopted parents, 
How was I to raise them with no one on my side to help, 
Family hates me, because I chose life over murder. 
I don't understand how people can be that way yet claim to be Christians. 
I worship my Father on High and sing praises to all. 
Past times have come but now its time for me to defeat them once and for all 
by using the power of God.


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Inevitable

Lives diverge. 
Maybe that's a core rule; 
the child leaves the parent, 
or worse, the parent leaves the child. 
Either way there is emptiness somewhat like a death. 
Whatever the circumstances, the relationship is changed forever. 
Distance is both literal and emotional; voices become cautious 
(She doesn't need to know about that.), opacity arrives.
What were once specifics become generalities. 
And so it goes...


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Rest and sleep

Rest and sleep upon her breast 
And breathe those soft and murmuring sighs. 
Childhood days are ephemeral 
And time corrupts the innocent. 
But now just lay your head 
In arms that lullaby. 
Tonight we block those mortal thoughts 
To shield you from mortality. 

Long the watchman watches, 
The slow decline. 
Of lovers clinging to each other 
And hope is lost. 
The grave and sordid sorrows of goodbye 
The abstract thoughts that herald the dying light 
Which reaps the harvests of confusion, 
To lead us to finality. 

Sermons ringing like the dead mans knell, 
Of hopes betrayed and nothing gained, 
Foretelling miseries and, of hell, 
Where preachers tell of certainty 
And weigh the costs upon the scales. 
To lay the blame; but tonight 
No thought of blame but gentle words 
To sooth your cries. 

Ah my child, 
Let not the winds of life 
Blow round your dreams, 
But hold on fast ere all hopes die 
And at the dawning hour, the mortal cries of men 
That drag us down be cast aside 
And cradle gently in her arms 
To sleep, where love abides.


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mother

 Mother

A person who gives life to an individual.
A person who gives her unconditional love.
A person who cares and nurtures with her soft heart.
A person who sings lullabies for her child.
A person who holds hand to make the child walk every step
A person who plays like a child when there is no one to play.
A person who corrects and punishes to inculcate values in life.
A person who always stands in sorrow and happiness.
A gift that God has send as a prized possession.  


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eyes of a child

the eyes of a child see what 
is happening &
they know it’s not good---
they see the facial expressions
of the loved ones round them,
stressed out & angry,
saddened & depressed,
trying to squeeze a cent out of
every possible path left
to the increasing poor of the
world.

the eyes of the child are then 
fed lies,
for whenever they open up their
mouths to ask why things are
going awry,
their own parents, their own
caregivers, do their best to make
things sound the least worrying,
they do their best to calm themselves
in the doing &
the child has no idea why this is,
when they are young---
they only see the lie
plastered all over the faces of the
liars.

inevitably the child will get older &
these questions do not cease---
for even if they succumb to the lie at
the time of that early questioning,
they will return &
they will return on their own,
searching online, spending hours upon
hours to get their own answers &
after doing so,
they will come back to you with the
questions again,
wanting a new answer this time…
why did you lie in the first place?
 


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Is Like

My dress is like the sun,
the sun is like you are.
Red is like the blood.
Rain is like ice cubes.
The grass is as green as a bean.
The snow is like ice cream.
A hand is like a rubberband.
The color tan is like wood.
A pillow is like a feather.
Orange is like an orange dog.
The world is like a big blue marble.
This sky is as blue as the ocean.
A rat is fat.
I am red.
The beat of the heart is like a clock.


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Lava Java

There once was a boy Named Java Lava Joy. One day Java was climbing a mountain To get to the fountain At the mountain top. Suddenly he heard a bop! Then came bursting so much lava Down the side of the mountain that Java screamed with terror! He wasn't aware of the lava's color Or the lava's burning heat! Java jumped off the mountain and landed on his feet! He ran to his mother, packed their bags, took some other family members, and caught a plane. Even though he would rather go stay with his brother than stay with his aunt and uncle, Aunt Rant and Uncle Runckle. They'd prepared for lava over ten years The thought made his eyes filled with tears! But everything was better when they got there And after a while he did not care. Aunika Alch Age 11


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It was a Sunday lunchtime

It was a Sunday lunchtime
When my son's voice I heard
Mum may I please keep him
In surprise at him I stared

He held a tiny kitten
It's head against his chest
Mottled brown, grey and white
His fur, in alarm, a crest

My son with eyes of sepia brown
Pleaded his cause to me
"I've found him in the garden
above our sycamore tree"

"He must belong to someone",
so saying I stroked it's fur
"Try number forty one"
"I did, but no-ones there"

The kitten surveyed my kitchen
With eyes of wedgwood blue
He struggled to be put down
Then gave a plaintive mew

"He probably wants milk"
So my son into action flew
He commandeered the milk bottle
Then the fridge for tomorrow's stew

The kitten circled expectantly
Shadowing every movement made
Then as if a connoisseur of food
He surveyed the spread we laid

Anticipating his instinctive relish
We exchanged looks of glee
After casually sniffing it, with nose aloft
He skipped out to the sycamore tree.


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Remove Your Blinders

No heartbeat will pass through these teeth
Nothing's child will digest, rest dead inside me
A plead or two, violent rages ignored
What did her smiling eyes mean to you?
I know you saw her grinning

Let me tell you, child bearing a heavy heart:
Karma is alive and kicking 
Every heartbeat has purpose

Sick to my stomach I discover much truth
Humans ripping flesh from bones-- I have a bone to pick with you
To what extent of this insanity does it prosper our youth?
May I remind you of meals to spare, the freedom to choose?

I wonder everyday, "Were you even hungry?"
Friend, eating is for survival, to thrive, keep these eyes blinking
Not to slit something's throat
Believe me

No longer will I blind myself from sick,real cruelty
Look at his face
Have you seen him cry?
Are your eyes still smiling?
Three days to live and he can not wait to die

Stop this vicious cycle
Let nature shine through
They were here before me and before you
Wouldn't you liked to be saved by grace?
Thankful for words on a believed page?
Rescued from a life threatening disease of ignorance I hate?
One more rescue breath at the scene 
Open your eyes wide 
We are that change


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Lone

Sitting on the park bench
The boy watches geese
Ever so carefully
As though he wants
To be one of them.
Is one of them
At least for the moment.
They swim across the pond
Happily.
Not a care in the world
And with friends.
The boy turns away.
Starts crying
Uncontrollably.
The wind jabs me in my gut.
I admit.
I am still that boy.


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Help

A small child sits in the corner
As the shadows of evening
Play across the room.
The small, round, tear-streaked face
And big eyes red with pain.
The quivering lips whispering
A barely audible "Jesus loves me".
A slight rocking as knees
Are hugged to the chest with frail, delicate arms.
The tale-tell signs of trust broken.
Thoughts play tag inside a child's brain
As one feeling brings up the memory
Of another time which triggers
Another painful feeling.
Please someone reach out.
Someone touch.
Someone help take away the pain.
Don't let that precious little person die.
Let the child experience happiness
And freedom.
Show the child that it is good
To be a child.


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The Occurrence

Tears 
All there is, is tears
The pain claws at my insides
Ripping out my hope with each gash
Each wracking breath
Brings another wave of sickness
And the blood
The pools and pools of blood
And then I know it is done
My child is gone
I am once again barren 
Left with nothing 
All there is, is tears
Tears


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Reasoning

Look at me child, look at me and who do you see? I am not your shine of eye, I am merely the man who has taught you much, fore there is much to see, much to enjoy, there is much advantage in being of young age. If only I were to remain in such a stage, do not be like the children that have lost their path, do not disappoint your parents for your own pride, a child such as you can easily be influenced and I say now that there are some who do not deserve followers, I cannot bear see such a bright child end his proper journey, do not intend what you cannot know, do not rush into things, or you will end up behind, it is all a matter of time. Time that is worth its wait.I am not the light end of the path, I have left quite a trail that has scared me, but you, what a marvel you'd be at a proper journey unlike I, be strong and go back to your family...


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The Man On The Street

The Man On The Street

The streets are crowded
People walk by not seeing the man standing there
He is not old enough to be put in a home
He is not poor enough to beg for spare change
He is just a person who people do not see
They do not know that he has saved their lives
They cannot know that in his few years he has lived more than they ever will
He watches them as they pass him by
He sees the sluts and the addicts
He watches as they argue and fall in love
He watches the adulterers walk by trapped in their erotic passion
He watches as the thief counts his stolen coins
He sees those in pain from the choices they have made
He watches the innocent and the guilty
Those who hurt and those who have been hurt
He cries a single tear for them
He watches as a child plays at his feet
He looks as the child looks into his eyes and smiles
And in that child’s eyes he sees hope
And he knows that his death meant something
It is sad that the others cannot see him
So they may find his hope


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bright light

the wick is gently 
lit
the flame staggers
at first
then stands up
straight
reaching up
fully bright

the wax wanes
the flame sputters
the wick disappears
leaving a lasting
memory
of the bright light


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Attack of the killer Sebelius

Sometimes music 
takes you away
a few bars of Sebelius 
cuts through the clutter of 
school lunch preparation.
and I'm in the fiords
the soul home 
I've never seen.

I know little of Finland
and  first met Matti 
at a meeting in Dallas
where he a two day visitor
argued with the cabby 
over the best way downtown.
When we arrived,
he gave an excellent tour
of the corner 
where JFK ended.
Later, another meeting.
this time in Wisconsin
as we shared our duty free.
he spoke of his son's summer job
folk dancing on a ferry
crossing the Gulf of Bothnia.

Running the next  morning 
in the cold spring air
I realized 
the big flat winged raptor
high overhead
was an eagle.

Chatting with our four year-old
he  explains
that although Godzilla 
is a boy's name
she laid eggs
one remains
and do I know 
what attack means?


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Walking In The Wet Woods

Walking in the wet woods.
Splogin through the leaves.
Jumpin in a puddle
Ones. Twos. Threes.

Lookin up at high trees
seem to touch the sky,
don't stop water wif no leaves. 
raindrop in the eye.

Finds a deep puddle
walks in very slow
gets close to me boot top
oh oh no!

Walking in the wet woods 
makein sloshin sounds,
stop to take me boots off
wet socks on the ground.

Hear me muvver callin
time to go to Gran's
If my boots walk quietly
and I am very sweet 
maybe she won't notice 
My wet feet.


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For My Mother

She knows that I love her
I always put her above the rest
I can't be without her
She means so much
Too much to me
I call her mommy
She gave birth to me
She gave me life
She's has given me
Everything I could ever need
& more
I appreciate all the little things
Don't leave earth without me
Always in my heart
I will love you forever
I know sometimes I can be a pain
But that doesn't mean I don't love you
Or love you any less
I owe you so much
I can never repay you
But I start everyday
By saying I Love You


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Ripple Effect: Pain and Death

As the thorn pricks the butterfly, and As the clouds cover the moon, A child wails at the crack of the pistol. The shot rings out so loud and clear. As the blood descends from the butterfly's wing, and As the tears drip from the heavens, The life drains from the open wounds of Another shattered family. The crimson stains and blots the floor. The cries of the gods rings high from above, The salt water soaking the earth. Another child deserted. Another wife, mother betrayed. An empty hole where her head used to lay Is now covered as the memories are pushed away. The mourners are haunted by the tragedy As they try to reassure themselves that It was all just a dream. Her shadow still lingers; He rests behind bars. The butterfly falls, never to fly again; The moon is hidden incessantly, Light forever suppressed.


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As With A Tear

Brutally deranged, I've gone a tad insane,
but it isn't my fault no, you're the one to blame,
I laugh at insecurities, and the struggles I can't face,
because if I see them for what they are, I couldn't bear,
Not a drop of innocense in this stuffed up air,
Wouldn't it be nice to live without a care?
But **** the past, there's a reason I'm not there,
I wish I could take it back,
I wish I could have known,
They weren't all the same,
and none the less you have made me grow.
Can you kill me, before I do it myself,
I'm over thinking, and could even damage hell.
But now I'm hungry and I bid you a farewell,
because you were my past intentions, and nothing is for real,
You lied and cast me out, leaving me with sorrow,
Now knowing the only thing that is hurting me will be gone tomorrow,
I don't need the money, or a thing around my neck,
Now you are gone there will be nothing left,
I have found a savior, someone who is the same as I.
Someone who has been trapped, by this world of lies,
I will take his burden, and strap it in with mine,
I will not have anymore, regrets behind who I kiss,
because there is only one who I will be with bliss,
He is the one, who I will stay with.
Unlike you, fair weathered friends, I'll bid you a farewell and tie off loose ends.


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Carefree child

I want to fade away
or orb to times 
when things were easy
where life made sense
I want to be that carefree child again, 
that child who ran through the field
and only saw the beauty of life

That child that was protected
that had a safe haven
a child whose shoulders
were not worn down by things
out of my control
I need to smile again
I need to be that carefree child again... 


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On That First Christmas

On that first Christmas morn
When the Christ child was born
We celebrate his birth
And worship and praise
And thank god for sending his son to save

On that first Christmas
The beautiful star shined
In the early morn
The day Christ was born
What a beautiful morn
What a wonderful day
The day Christ came

On that first Christmas morn
When the Christ child was born
Oh Holy Night
A vision of delight
A lonely star did shine
To make that Holy Night bright

Copyright 2010 - Betty L. Hobbs


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For my kids

My reasons to smile, my reasons to laugh
My heart and soul, you're everything I have.
I'd give the world to see the smile on your face.
Don't grow to fast life is no race,
Everyone goes their own pace.
I love you more than words could say,
never forget that mommy is here to stay.


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A Visit to the Park

He brought a busy brain
To a place ever so tranquil
With every possible colour in the world!
Over the grass, at his feet, serenity uncurled

Grasped a few flowers
At all path bends;
Even with shaking nervousness
Landed a butterfly in his hands

“So that’s what it’s like to visit the park”
Once in a while you should visit the park;
The silence at once expelled his pain
He enjoyed the stay
But time was running away

Children were running around and away
Running away from time, right behind;
“You won’t stay! It’s not always gay!”
They can’t hide, 
Things won’t rewind

With papers and shoutings and numbers in head,
This man forgot the child undead;
The child with peace and love in his soul
The great child this figure still behold

Time sure caught him by surprise
How could he have been so unwise?
Suddenly the stress flew elsewhere -
Oh, what he had realized
Coming back to his lair!

He sat on a bench,
Hearing songs by the lark;
The light now was on,
He owned that missing spark.

If I could advise you
I would definitely say:
“Once in a while you should visit the park”


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My Mister

My mister is so small still,
Cries for me when he falls off his bike.
Training wheels still in place,
He races down the sidewalk. 
Mario Andretti on two wheels.
And I race toward his tears, his little bleeding knees
From where I stood feet away on the grass.

And I want for him to slow down. 
But now the training wheels have been removed 
By his father when I was gone for an hour
For milk and cumin for soup.
And now he is popping the front tire 
And jumping curbs
Because he is truly amazing.
And I do a great deal of breath holding,
Atheist prayers to a nonexistent God
From where I sit on the front stairs.

And I want for him to simply slow down
As he races through the street,
Wheelies, look-ma-no-hands, side saddles.
And I have images of him crashing onto the side walk 
Cracking his head open, bleeding the pavement red 
Which he doesn’t do but which could very well happen
And I remind him of this risk 
With shouts out the screen door.

I want for him to wear the helmet
Which I provided for him and strapped under his chin
While he grimaced and pushed me away.
Hanging now by a nail in the garage
A relic of some time long forgotten
When I still hoped I could protect him.
And he just races away
And I stand looking out at him through the window
With no choice but to watch him go.


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Some Sea Calls My Name

Some sea breaks in foam rushing around virgin shores made new by every wave and yet some see nothing but water and sky while I see you which is everything but me yet including me too when I stand in your shoes Some see melted hearts singing as one throughout the night sailing from Jupiter to Mars in the span of one kiss layered in as many dimensions as their imagination can dream but I see you standing naked in the sunshine on a tranquil beach midday your ankles surrounded by foam that takes your breath away Some sea calls my name seducing me to walk on water like a child is drawn to birth but I worry how to make those steps unlike the child following her canal I misstep because I think while my former self small knew the way without worry and hence I fall through the waves the mountain in my path does not move and a mustard seed is too large to contain my faith


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Sex Sacrifice

People have sex everyday.
People have sex in everyway.
People have sex everywhere.
Then people make choices that are never fair,
After they have sex something arises.
Then it turns into a sex crisis.
They should just simply call it "Sex Sacrifices".
People are quick to have sex while dating.
Instead of waiting.
Leaving them with a child seed.
Waiting to be concieved.
But in awe this you cannot believe.
Now you begin thinking there will now be two mouths to feed.
And maybe God's words you should of heed.
Should this child be born maybe,
I can get abortion, or in other words just kill this baby!
Is this murder I don't know?
But this child cannot and will not be able to grow.
Becuase I'm not ready yet.
I just wanted to get a little wet.
Now I'm in a predictament.
Because I just wanted to experiment,
With fire.
I thought I would not get burned.
I guess this is the lesson I needed to learn.
I guess this is the punishment I must now deserve.
What should I tell my mother?
I can't even say I may love.
Because it was just sex to someone not even my lover.
I didn't expect him to break the rubber!
I don't know what kind of father he will even be!
how will he be there for my son,
if I don't even know if he will be here tomorrow with me!
I barely knew this man.
Honestly it was suppose to be a one night stand!
This has really threw a damper on on my life's plans.
What should I do!
My mind is very distorted!

A few days later she got the child aborted.

To tell you the truth that was the ultimate price.
Because after the procedure,
she was unable to give any more life!
I guess she was willing for something to die,
and for life to treat her unice!

I guess she was prepared for this 
SEX SACRIFICE!


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possibilities

A child might lay in my womb
Oh my, oh my, what am i to do
So nervous, I swear im petrified,
still drinking beer late at night,
I'm not sure, there's only the suspicion of others, 
im not ready, im not sure how to be a mother,
still struggling with being an adult,
Without guidance my brain tells me to light another smoke,
Terrified, what if he doesn't want to let us in,
Mortified, what if I cant make full term with him,
Or her. A brilliant little girl. 
Or him, my child,
the excitement seems so mild.
There might lay a child in my womb,
Late at night I think what am I to do. 


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My Children part 1

I hope they dance every chance they get
I hope they sing
I hope they run barefoot in the rain
I hope they laugh so hard they throw their heads back
I hope they smile so beautifully
I hope they are strong, unafraid to be who they are,
I hope they are spirited and live 
I hope they speak their minds and follow their hearts
I hope they climb trees, and tear their clothes to shreds all the smiling 
I hope they are kind, their hearts filled with the love they were shown
I hope they are happy
I hope they love
I hope they give.... 
I hope they mend all the broken hearts that cry to them for comfort
I hope they grow to be strong little spirits
I hope they are wise
I hope they are forgiving
Restless for adventure and beautiful
Untamable beauties like the stars in the night sky, knowing where they belong
No one can change their mind
I hope they pray, have strong faith
I hope they dream, and believe
And when life pushes them down to the ground
I hope they get up and try again
I hope they catch butterflies and lightening bugs
I hope they will be grateful, never hateful
I hope they will be strong, my children
I hope they will be fearless and sound in heart and mind
I hope they will hold on tight to the rope of life and never let go of their hope
I hope they will rise up and fight for what they know to be right
I hope they will be just, honest, humble, pure
I hope they will I'm sorry when things don't turn out right
I hope they will be zealous in their faith
I hope they will exercise patience for the right reasons


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my pen and paper

My Pen and paper.

Tonight I will hate him
Tonight I will cry
Tonight I will hate every being
I’m not scared to lose myself
Hatred is the love of his life.

I hate him, I hate him
He will never be in my life
My life feels nothing, I feel like nothing
He feels stupid for never knowing me
I’m just not a child with no father
I’m a child who will never have a father.

He hurt me, im so hurt, I cry every night
My mom reminds me of him
They both deserve nothing from me
I owe them nothing
This is my life; I’m going to be happy
My life is this pen and paper
My life is in my words
My life is written on my lips and my mind
My life is when I’m writing my thoughts
My life is happy
I’m a very happy person.


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The Sniffling Child

I woke up suddenly and leaned against the helpless wall
hoping that it would support my abounding weight but instead
I had to rely on the courage and faith that kept me alive over the years.
With sweat streaming down my tired face and tears filled my weary eyes 
I sat in the wee hours of the morning pondering the little girl's cry.
A cry of desperation, a cry resonating from the depths of her heart.

I could still envisioned her frightened  face and trembling arms
as she emerged from the dark room screaming, reluctant to go with them.
I can still feel her arms clinging desperately to my hands
and her tearful face buried  in my  prayerful chest.

Moments ago I wandered in my sleep to  the Middle East,
browsing around a shopping arcade looking aimlessly at stores until I ended up in 
an enormous three story level house and inquisitively walked through its doors.
I  explored the interior of the house but no one was  to be found. 
I yelled and hallor but nobody answered. 

All of a sudden a creepy sensation overshadowed me 
forcing me to cautiously walked towards the basement, 
There I  pounced upon a small pocket of smoke oozing from the corner of the
the basement steps. I quickly poured water over it and put out the ignited fire
that came from pieces of coal heaped upon the wooden steps.

The brightness of the evening turned swiftly into night
And the giant house stood still in the desert without a single trace of light
deepening my curiosity, mounting my suspicion  and heightening my anxiety.
I left the house and searched all around still no one was to be found.

I went inside the house again and some women suddenly appeared
All  seemed to be in a sedated  and drunken state. 
One of them walked politely with me toward the basement and 
I showed her  the extinguished  coal on the steps .

In splits second  scores of women emerged
from different parts of the house
carrying several children in their  impotent hands.
The women walked outside coercing the children to go with them
While the  terrified children scream furiously
heightening the tension of the darkened night.

Scores of vehicles stood in line waiting
Waiting  to take the startled children away. 
A little girl ran back and clinged desperately to my waist,
she cried so loudly and pleaded for them not
to hand her over to the child's protective services.
I took the child in my arms and rest her head upon my chest 
Immediately she stopped screaming and  start sniffling
I assured her that everything was going to be alright.
I woke up with the tearful child sniffling upon my prayerful chest.

                                                                                                                                                                             ©2014 Christine Phillips



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The Sire's Journey

Off to mountains he climbs
Whilst staying in his mind.
Off to battles he goes 
Defeating many foes.

The nature of his quest
Unruly as it may be,
Sings noiselessly in the air.
It cries and screams,
Yet pride smirks on his face.
It wriggles and squeals,
Yet his begotten one he will not yield.

His words speak kindly to it,
Soft like the wind,
Yet harsh they become
Like leaves rushing through the mountains’ wrath,
To those who may bring it harm.

Invisible string links them no matter the distance,
And at the beckoning call it grows taller than trees,
And has become stronger than the foundation of the earth.

Off to mountains it climbs
Whilst staying in its mind.
Off to battles it goes
Defeating many foes.


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Miracles

It is the everyday miracles that have the greatest influence in our lives

A baby's first response to its parent's voice
The child that searches for you in the middle of the night after hearing a scary noise
	
Losing a first tooth
Finding your first Easter egg

A preschooler recognizing their name
Sitting on Granpa's lap playing a game

A caterpillar crawling slowly on the sidewalk
Later seeing it drift by as a butterfly

A father watching his child be born
Or hearing children's laughter in the distance as a loved one is mourned

Making a friend smile
Or just knowing when to let them cry

Being pushed on a swing
A favorite song to sing

Watching a bird take a bath in a puddle
Your dog eyeing the geese flying overhead

Blowing the candles of your birthday cake
Granny teaching you of the cookies to bake

Picking a flower, jumping in a pool, raking leaves, throwing a snowball
Feeling contentment at the end of the day

May we all take the time to witness the miracles that surround us everywhere we go


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Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


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I Got the Golden Ticket

I Got the Golden Ticket!!! 

If I could rewrite the plot of the great Chocolate Factory story
I would erase the character Charlie and interject ME
Yes, I would love to play the part of Charlie and explore 
The world’s greatest chocolate factory
I would take a boat ride in a chocolate river
And nibble on an everlasting Gobstopper
I would play hopscotch with the Oompa Loompas
And find out all of Willie Wonka’s secrets
I would even help him think up ten more! 
I would be the best kid business partner he could have ever dreamed of
He could go on long vacations and I would take care of the factory
He could go to Vienna for a year and I would be just fine
Me and the Oompa Loompa’s would cook up all sorts of new recipes
Just think of the possibilities!
It makes my heart melt in delight!
Chocolate covered every things!
These are my chocolate covered dreams!

Written by Gwendolen Rix
9-1-14


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Broomstick

Every swing she makes brings pain to my small and frail body. My body also shares the pain and scars that my weak form bears. Her shouts mean nothing to me for her broom does all the talking. I can only cry as she hits me with all her fury and rage. She pushes me to a corner As my blood pours like a stream There is no word that I can utter To stop her from hitting me. Her broom marks me with red scars; And wounds that have cracked my soul. The sole witnesses are the stars On how I was branded like a cow. A prayer escapes my bloodied lips To end this crimson night of woe. As my mind wanders to dark crypts That provide comfort to the tortured.


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Blood son

Blood is thicker than water
Sometimes love is thicker than blood
Sometimes dad is the brother from another mother
From another bloodline
Not family or friend
A man who the family questions

Who is he
Why is he in this boy’s life
Why is he here at all

The boy’s bio
Logical
But not logical
Father forfeits his rights
Because he is not in his son’s life

Like a bee cross pollinates
And crisscross the meadows
In the fields to bring forth growth and life
No one questions
Its mission
But the boy’s hearts knows that
Blood is thicker than water
Sometimes love is thicker than blood






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Mama the Nurse

When I was a small child I caught
every germ that came my way.
It is because of Mama’s nursing 
that I lived to write about it.
I succumbed to every illness 
in which I came in contact.

One of my older brothers caught the dreaded 
Scarlet Fever and then one after one
we all became ill. There were seven of us.

We were quarantined for seven weeks.
Before one child was better another was sick
and all the time Mama was caring for us
with no outside help.
She did it all with love
and a lot of common sense
in this day before antibiotics and
other magic drugs.

Mother took her skills into the homes
of her neighbors when the mothers
were laid low.

Two neighbor women sickened
when the flu was running wild.
My mama went to nurse them 
and stayed there.  Daddy kept
care of us.
She was devastated when the women
after she had nursed them back to semi-health
arose too soon to assume their accustomed duties,
relapsed and died. 

Of course she wasn’t paid a cent.
She though it was her duty to
help neighbors in their time of need.
There was only one doctor in
the sparsely settled community and
he couldn’t be everywhere.

Mama was especially happy
when she had a child to care for.
We had a bell beside our bed.
She would come at the first ring.
Mama insisted that we stay
right there in our sick bed
if we had the slightest fever and
she kept us there one more day
after the fever was gone, just to be sure.
She was remembering her good friends
who had risen too soon. 

I had pneumonia at six months
and again at nine years.
The doctor had no medicine to cure it.
It was that mom of mine who spent
day and night giving me the
best care she knew.

I remember mustard plasters.
She put them on strong and hot to pull
the fluid from my lungs.
And then when I was better
she brought Jello to my bedside
and spooned in the liquidy,
delicious treat.
There was no refrigeration on
our farm at the time and the 
gelatin could not set and hold
properly.  But I still remember its
cool goodness.

When we were sick it seemed,
our mom loved us most of all.







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I am Told it is not a Sin to be Forgiven

They say it is not a sin to be forgiven;
That you need my forgiveness just like I need yours.
Delicate and undetermined,
I walk like a shadow
Or a whisper in the wind
Between this world and the next.
I am a bride-in-waiting
For a dead lover to follow the long path home.
I am a vacant mother
Pushing a stillborn in his cradle to and fro.
I am nothing you have ever seen before
Nor are likely to ever see again.
I am a patient waiting nervously,
For the Good Doctor’s diagnosis.
Checking symptoms off a list-
He says I am not so different from him, with a smile.
For the birds that have swooped too low
For dreams that have soared too high.
I am a child in a woman’s body
Anxious for life to begin.
A different narrator tells the same story
And I am not forgiven this time around.

They say it is not a sin to be forgiven;
That you need my forgiveness just like I need yours.
Delicate and undetermined,
I walk like a shadow
Or a whisper in the wind
Between this world and the next.
I am a bride-in-waiting
For a dead lover to follow the long path home.
I am a vacant mother
Pushing a stillborn in his cradle to and fro.
I am nothing you have ever seen before
Nor are likely to ever see again.
I am a patient waiting nervously,
For the Good Doctor’s diagnosis.
Checking symptoms off a list-
He says I am not so different from him, with a smile.
For the birds that have swooped too low
For dreams that have soared too high.
I am a child in a woman’s body
Anxious for life to begin.
A different narrator tells the same story
And I am not forgiven this time around.


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Stage Fright

My character's poem!! Enjoy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 


I can't stand it - 
I wanna stand up, but how?
I am full of anguish 
I have stage fright... 

I can't stand it...
I'm a bit scared...I'm unprepared...
I want to get rid of stage fright, but HOW? 

I might be late
I wanna be there on time, but when do I get there?
Oh...at 4:00 PM...ooh great. 
It's 3:07 PM...happy to say everything's gonna turn out okay...hopefully
But I still can't shake this dread that I feel
It's so unreal...

I have stage fright...
Well...I'll try to make it on time and do my interview with all of my might. 
But it's embarrassing - I know the drill nevertheless
I think... I always think I could reach up to success 
I always worry, but what is there to be worried about?
I'm gonna make it on time...no doubt about that. 

everything's going to be alright
I'll make my ride on time...

I can't stand it... 
I want to perform on stage with some positivity in mind
I must use some of my strength 
I'm such a wimp though... 
Oh I should try to build some courage
But I can't stand my ground...I can't stand on stage
I can't stand it...I can't stand it...at all. 
I must stand...tall
Or I'll slip and fall... 
I am so selfish...but tell me:
How do I stand out? 

I can't stand it... 
I want to stand out, but how? 


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A Kiss of Sunshine

Grand daughter
Such a sweetheart
Young and smart
Only 7 years old
Unique in every way
Never underestimate your Smile
Sure to let your heart be true
Hand in hand , we do stand
In your life, I do what I can
No nonsense girl, you stole my heart
Every day you be safe, this I pray
A Kiss of Sunshine in my life


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Finding Letitia

As we wade our path through the forest green,
Wafting scents mixed sweet and earthy,
Clung sticky to our nostrils.
Skipping boldly over rocks and stream,
As the eager sun began to pull our cheeks,
We giggled and yelped in tune,
To the feverish chirping that filled our ears.
We both, young boys, in excited form,
With sticks to smash and stones to skip,
Bounced through the bush - then spied a girl,
In a bright dress of sunflowers blooming,
Squatting by the water's edge.

She cast a trance-like look across the lake,
No mimic animated her placid face,
With no spark of recognition of our being there.
We, still inspecting, hesitant in our youth,
Were uncertain of the words to greet the child.
A cautious approach - although not out of fear,
We stepped towards the figure bending down,
Now moving automatic hands towards her face.
"what is wrong?" we asked, "what are you doing here?"
A silent pause that let the woodlands speak,
We then saw tears begin to trace down cheeks,
She answered plainly so: "I am Letitia and I must wash"


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HELLO KITTY WORLD

aligned with cuteness;
it meows and it purrs,
showing a side of genuine innocence,
it even makes you playful.
to a child it's meaning is unlimited;
so precious and rare,
once you liked it,
you can never return it, again.
inspiration on it's own;
with pureness to be shown,
makes the true meaning of being the only child good enough in the world.


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The laugh of the child

The laugh of the child
Frothy
Sugary
Rampant
Keen
Cuts through the haze
Buds forth the green
Scampered
Syrupy
Velvety
Honestly light
The laugh of the child

The cry of the babe
Frightened and lost
Snickery
Trickery
Spidery fright
Mother sooths
Early midnight
Mumbly
Kushushy
Sleepily lost

The mumble of the old man
Frothy
Brothy
Powdery
Toothlessly smacked
In arguing drivel snivel
Cracked
Yeasty
Doury
Dry
Earthbound
Dust





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The Calling Sun

These walls are blinding,
Holding no reflection, 
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.

These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.

Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
Day breaks, the sun is rising,
A little boy calls for his mother to come home.


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Hush, Santa Is Coming

Hush...Santa Is Coming… Christmas Eve...nineteen forty-three I was four years old... Christmas Eve...Santa is coming! The fresh-cut tree glistens with bubble lights, Real tinsel, pretty glass balls…not much else... Mommy said Santa was coming To visit me...I was so good all year... He is making a special trip... Tonight...before I go to bed... He will be here! My heart is so happy...Santa...coming to See me and my infant baby brother! I am in my bedroom... From my room I see the door, ajar, At my parent’s bedroom across the hall... My uncle is there! My Mommy and Daddy too... I didn’t see him come in our house! He puts on some red clothing with white fur... Then white hair...beard...black belt…boots...cap... Santa is here... But...he really isn’t here... My heart sinks...I am only four... But I remember That sadness that crushed my heart. But Mommy and Daddy are so happy! Santa is here to see me, their good little girl! This is their special surprise for me! How can I hurt them...tell them that now I Know...there is no real Santa? Mommy and Daddy are so happy for me... Santa is here. For many years...I played the game... Santa is coming... Santa came and left those presents for me... In those years, children believed The Santa story way longer than today. I played the game... Santa is coming! Time to hush...stay silent... I never let on to my brother, my cousins, My Mom and Dad, My grandparents, my aunts and uncles... I carried the burden... That special time of my childhood... Ended much too soon...not their fault... Just a door accidentally left ajar To reveal the crushing untruth. Sandra M. Haight November 23, 2014 Contest: Hush of Christmas Past Sponsor: Mystic Rose This is literally my sad “hush” of Christmas past. However, I still am so blessed with many, many happy memories.


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Remember The rain

Remember The Rain
Think back
Remember when you were a child
When rain was a toy
To be played with
To be run in
Dance in
And laugh in
The days we were drenched
Warm water dripping in our hair
All over our faces
And the taste of nature’s purest water
Rolling down our tongues
We were so innocent
So amazed over the smallest things
When did that change
When did we stop playing with our toys
When did rain become something to avoid
Next time the clouds let loose
When rains fall to the ground
Return to that child you used to be
Go outside
Keep your clothes on
And just play


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Abdication

The world's greatest tragedy?

Maybe it's when someone you used to talk to,
for hours on end,
someone you used to be so close to,
someone you used to love;
disappears.

Possibly it's when you give up on yourself,
when you laze about,
resigned to a miserable fate,
resigned to little but sighing and crying;
surrender.

It could be when a child cries,
for a lost mother,
for father, brother, sister, anything,
for innocence fading and reality suffocating;
discovery of sin.

Whatever the case, whatever one thinks
is truly the most sorrowful event to take place,
I know which one is mine.

Not to lose a love,
not to acquiesce to fate,
not a child learning of the wicked;
though indeed they nearly head the list.

No, for me, for anyone, the worst:
to lose who you are.
Not just surrendering it, or death,
nothing so dramatic or even close to sudden.

I speak of a gradual shift, and not growth,
for that is a happy occurrence.
No, letting your identity slip, slowly, over time -
allowing events in your life, or the forces of eternity,
or, most insidiously, other people, to shape
how you react, think, and speak;
such is tantamount to spiritual suicide.

I wouldn't wish it upon the worst scum of the earth,
for the simple thought of it hangs heavy on my heart.

So stand fast, friends,
for you alone dictate your core;
you alone can choose to die
either a pawn of the pressures that surround you,
or actually yourself, in the flesh
and soul.


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Otherwise

You look like someone I used to love,
just like that child I loved, even the grey 
morning knows the child is alive inside
somewhere.  Why don’t you reach for her,
reach out your hand just now, see if she
can reach an outstretched hand back
to you and be alive together again.
For a moment be free of everything
else that intrudes on that little girl
and you, who are always a child
in the eyes of the laws of the universe,
every old god, manmade or otherwise.


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Lonely Waters

Water;

Everywhere, yet

barely there.

I thought I was going to fall

into—

through—

this cold emptiness.

Submerged,

suffocated

and no one would notice.

So I clung on 

to the edge of the pool.

My mother told me to let go,

I told me to let go.

Sinking,

a sinking feeling,

suspended in a lonely place,

bounded by these fragile walls so

easily crossed over.

My vision went blurry,

all I could see was my fingers

still clinging on.


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RECONCILIATION

 Let us, you and I 
Begin counting days 
Like cents 
Before the ice gets too thin 
Losing monuments 
Of what we were about 
Here take my hand 
I am a child 
Children teach from dreams 
God and man reconciled 
        Let us try to understand 
        The beginnings of wisdom 
        True values 
        Never perish as we grow old 
        Gaining momentum 
        Of what we are to become 
        Here take my hand 
        I am a child 
        Children learn from dreams 
        God and man reconciled
I have numbered my children
Numbered my friends
Numbered my debts unpaid
Numbered the stairs men built to heaven
But only you can teach me
To count my days melting away like ice
That I may drink of wisdom from the sun
When God and man is reconciled 

Written by: David Smalling & Vienna Bombardieri


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Faith

Faith

I didn't cry
but I couldn't keep
the lubrication in my eyes,
such precious water in a dry time,

when they prayed 
for the children
that the world 
will protect them

and all the
other people's children 
passed with their teachers 
along the aisle.

It felt I was a thread 
in a great soft quilt,
like the one adorning
the gathering space.


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Forgive Me,Why

I have spent years trying to find the answers I long to have.
I am still clueless as to why. 
why did you do the things you did ?
I was your daughter 
your own flesh and blood 
yet you robbed me 
time and time again 
everytime you said or did something 
another piece of me  was taken 
I will never get that back.
It will always be lost to me 
I was our child,
the one you were supposed to love forever.
But forever must have seemed just a bit to long 
or maybe just  to much for you to handle 
the names you called me 
the times you laughed at me 
and the threats that made me quiver in my bed with fear 
haunt me still 
Years later you sit and ask me how you are supposed to forgive,
for what I have done ?! 
forgivness for what ?
being a child 
being born?
Being too loud,
too quite 
too bad,
to much to handle ?
Or just being your child 
that was born to you?
Today is a new day 
tomorrow  hasn’t come yet 
and yesterday is behind me 
but for today,
I will not indulge,
your abusive 
manipulative 
cruel 
game you wish to play.
Nothing more,
are you going to steal from me 
this day.


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With your heart could you forgive

Once innocence was all you can see
To my suprise my sin had snook up on me
Although it was my choice
I stand here still in remorse
I know now that I would never recieve your trust
But remember the times when it was just us
laughing, enjoying life, enjoying each others company
I tend to only remember the past as a reminancing time
I will prove to you that I can take back what once was mine
Innocence


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unnatural is a pause of heart

unnatural is a pause of heart,
streams crown'd slow with rusted leaves,
time's slow slide in autumn's light,
must move, always, on to the right,

the tillage of the mortal grasp,
sweat and salted leather both,
of blistered skin on graven plow,
left crumbled shocks of past and now,

grasp the simple and be wise,
ships soon founder, days will pass,
proud men smirk with worldly brides,
while dreadnoughts rust in firth and tides,

on wrinkled brow cold wind blows bone,
dry rattled under parchment skin,
collect the dew, release the sun,
a child's face shines now for more than one,

warmed by friction years in love's cruel reign,
the fleshy cleat held blood coil rope,
storm anchored both the quick and dead,
can generations clot the minutes bled?

but love, ah! again with love,
shivered cool in morning's light,
in small hands fragile forever waits,
cozened the morrow from clever fates.


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full moon, too soon it's morning

our august night,
that feeling as we watch
clouds moving in high winds,
their stratospheric soft shoe,
I ask if you think 
angels painted each cloud,
and blow with pursed lips
cool midnight breezes,
as if we've been granted god's parole 
from the sun's summer heat,
asleep but waiting for morn,
dormant in the still warm concrete,
you smile like a cat in shadows,
forgiving me for waking you,
stolen from rainbow dreams,
as you turn to watch each distant star
appear as clouds dance away,
I say the moon turns a key,
and the zodiac opens,
you laugh and point at angry mars,
alive winking like fire,
your little gasps as finally we see,
the horizon's honored guest,
blazing through pine tops,
like a pharos finally sighted
sailing a crepuscular sea,
you clasp me close,
in hushed awe and pajamas,
eyes reflected in lunar hues,
as the heaven's white lady
shines her frozen expression,
singing one note forever,
and all I can think,
is that the story really is true,
I don't love you to the moon,
that's too near of an orbit,
if my heart could take me 
to the farthest reaches of space,
I would ride there on moonbeams,
and catch dust from a comet's tail,
slide back to earth
on fiery meteor showers 
just to see the love on your face
brighter than supernovas
and as the earth finally turns
pulling over its cold velvet blanket
we’re each drawn to our beds
falling down that gravity well
to pillow dimensions
and tranquility bases…


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Summer Hill

The fragrance of a memory
From childhood long ago
I’m brought back
To a fenced in backyard
Crayola blue sky
Burnt umber ground
Islands of green and yellow grass
The scent of Summer Hill wafts 
As the unseen is revealed
A dream remembered then forgotten
You say it didn't happen
I recollect the aroma that says it did


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Love fulfilled

To be in such profound presence 
Witnessing mother birth child human creation 
I can barely hope ecstasy permitting
Amidst a back drop of love, panic and fear
This dream unfurled come to fruition ordained under holly communion
Love above love be fulfilled 
And from this day forth
No mother shall bear witness to a child killed 
Nor innocent blood spilled 


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Such A Little Thing

Such a little thing you are.
Kicking and hitting away.
For such a little thing,
you move so much,
can cause some uncomfort, 
just from sitting,
or laying down.

Such a little thing you are,
cause a lot of excited for everyone,
shopping and selling for you,
just to make room.
But as you grow,
the more you'll know,
just how much I love you.


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Blinded by the Lies

I looked up to you
only to be shot down by your soul
I was blinded by the lies you told me
Blinded by the truth they hid.
I thought you were my one and only, 
the other half of my life...
But you did those things to hurt me.
Life was the murderer,
But you were the bullet that drove deep into my heart,
That i will never forgive,
And i slowly ripped it out
But you will forever stay in.


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Raising Bread

            Raising Bread

When I was a little boy things were complicated
Let me start again
Yesterday I turned 7 and I don’t know how to read or write
I don’t know words and I don’t know letters 
(Don’t ask what I’m doing here.  Just have faith.)
My parents think I’m slow and not too bright
We are very poor and can’t afford no schooling
But they gave me a bible and made me make my first Communion
(That’s a Catholic thing involving a thin disc of bread called a holy host or holy communion, to be consumed.)  
I use the bible for a pillow 
Someone told me a fragment of a story from the holy book
I can’t remember anything…. but
This is my favorite part
Something about our Lord and Savior who took bakers from their shops
He made them bake the bread, morning noon and night on mountain tops
And on the third day, He Himself, did the raising of the bread 
When I’m in church I’m still confused.  
The communion wafer disc of bread is flatter than lasagna
When I die I’m taking a loaf of bread with me to heaven
To learn about the mysteries of faith and nature
I’ll show the loaf to our Lord and Savior for an explanation
About what He said
About the raising of the bread


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A Morsel of Stones

In the womb of warmth
Nine months sleeping
Till Pain woke me up
Fear brought me up
Through cloudy days and burning nights
I sang lone song of woe
Of the sun and of the moon
Letting a long winter
Stretch
Of the wind and of the heat
Hurling
A handful of stones
Yes
Stones, stones, stones
I had asked for bread


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Tra la la la Tra

I have a love, I have a love, I have a love,
I have,
a dove

His eyes, his eyes, his eyes
His eyes,
Sight,

Shine bright, shine bright,  shine bright
Shine bright,
Light

I write, I write, I write,
I write,
Indite

A poem for you
My son, my son, my son
My
Sun shine


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What I would Give For A Scrumptious Cookies

              Jimmy sits restlessly on a cane bottom chair at the kitchen table
   In grandma’s kitchen smelling the fresh sweet aroma of her cooking and baking
         What is that beautiful scent his nose has detected as he gazes towards 
                        the counter where  sits a plain old fashion green
                 almost round cookie jar with a raised word “Cookies” on it
                 In deep studious thought he slumps staring and wondering 
                            about what kind of cookies  are in the jar
                 With drool at the corner of his mouth, he sees visions of 
                            Chocolate Chip and Peanut Butter cookies 
                         that grandma took first place at the county fair
                     Just one cookie would satisfy this rumbling in my belly
                         But mom says no that it would spoil my dinner
                 Maybe its those yummy Gingersnaps with a little brown sugar 
                                              that are so heavenly
                It could be Oatmeal Raisin, Sugar, or Lemon Macaroon Cookies 
                     they are all wonderful I sure would love to have just one 
                                           Grandma wouldn’t mine 
                       she lets me have anything because I’m her favorite
                                If I snuck just one, nobody would know
                  Mother would,  she always does when I do something wrong
                    It must be the expression on my face that gives me away
                      My dog always licks up any crumbs I drop on the floor
                                                So it can’t be that 
                             What's wrong with the clock it must be broken,
             the little hand hasn’t moved and the big hand is moving like molasses
                          Molasses, I love Molasses cookies could it be them
                  Oh, what wouldn’t I give for a couple of scrumptious cookies
            I wish that little voice in my head would quit telling me to get a cookie
                               Even a Macaroon would satisfy my hunger 
                                                  I hear footsteps
          “No, Mother I am not getting into the cookie jar, I am washing my hands
                        and I haven't thought about the cookies at all.”


11/25/2014 by  roper  


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Funny side of love

Strange is the way
Of our love in behaving
With our most loved one
Yet we often practice
And love to express it
Upon making little noises
We passionately pat
The back of our babies
And enable them
To fall into fast asleep.


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unborn

Sit and wonder in the dark. Growing and learning as I go. As a thought I started out now a miracle I have become Are there others outside these walls? Hearing stories about this man Who gave his life for my sins He was never seen just like me Although people still believe in his love Holding faith in their hearts. That one day they will look into his eyes. The same way I will melt your heart. When that day finally comes With love and hope in your soul. I know we are all one. I am the son of your god I am the proof of his love.


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But a whisper part 2

                                            But a Whisper                                                                                                          
                                                           Part 2
                                  (From the Mothers perspective)
In my minds’ eye this life that I see, Is my very own son upon my knee.
A special angel my heart does breathe. A gift from heaven above 
a touch of heaven God shared with me, a gift of his infinite love.
For many, many, months I’ve thought of how your life will be 
and I really kinda hope you look a lot like me.
I’ve thought about your first year of life there’s not much for you to do.
Oh but how that’s gonna change as soon as you turn two.
I’ve bought bats and balls and a little stick horse all kinds of things you won’t need till your four.
I see Kool-aid kisses and a bubble gum smile to get a cowboy hug, I would walk for miles.
In my minds’ eye I just can’t help it I want you to have it all.
At least that’s what I think God wanted when he gave me a Mothers call.
I’ve given this a lot of thought, I don’t know what to do.
I’ve got this feeling in my heart, the world’s not ready for you.
Now I’ve shared a special moment with you that can only come from the heart,
And since that heart belongs to God I know we’ll never part.
You’ve brought me much joy in this little span of time if it wasn’t on your face, I’d say your smile was mine.
You are the answer to all my wishes. You’ve made my dreams come true.
I thank heaven for blessing me, by giving me time with you.
In my minds’ eye I kiss you but a moment, a lifetime in a flash.
Although I knew you but a whisper forever your memory will last. 


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On the Birds and the Bees

Telling our child of the 
birds and the bees is not
always easy and not all will
it please. Some of us
hem and some of us haw,
while others like detail
when explaining nature's law.
It's not always easy but this
I believe, to learn from the past
our child must hear, of the of the
birds and the bees and we must be clear.


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Princess and Ninja Turtles

A little girl 
Sitting on the floor of her room 
The walls are decorated with princesses, knights, and dragons
The little girl not playing with dolls or ponies 
But playing with boy toys like transformers or ninja turtles.
Her face painted with greens and black paint
Her pink clothes painted the same colors
Her dark brown hair cut short that she did herself.
A mother wanting a girly daughter standing at the door of the room 
Rushing to her daughter to look what she has done. 
Takes the toys away from the little 5 year old girl
Yelling at the child 
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THESE TOYS ARE NOT YOURS. YOUR A GIRL YOU PLAY WITH DOLLS"
The child just looked up at her mother and smiled "Momma, its okay to be different."


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My Mother's Twin

Passionate symbols symbolized
Theories theoretically theorized
The semblance of your semantics synchronized
What you mean to me I wish it could be
Televised worldwide, vividly seen through
The world’s eyes, Kalani Sheffield, you’re the 
Passionate symbol, my soul has symbolized.


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#292 In Fields Felt Desire

 In a world of wonder and destiny
In fields felt desire
The saddened child grazes the wood
Searching through fallacy 
The enchantments of life
Armed only with a lid of holes
And the see-through glass named Mason
Wondering about, looking for the fly called dragon
To bring home the beginnings of friendship.
~
   Through glorified days and starry nights
Oblivious within the self-righteous desire to be
The child turned woman gives glance to the eye beholding her
Taking foot into the meadows of life
Holding the hand of her knightly lover
Enraptured by the gift of a single rose
She offers a kiss to grant acceptance
As she is laid upon the tending lilac
Ensconced within the rushing energies of love.
~
   Reflected through the looking glass
Despair and age filled lines
The hapless woman stares through lonely eyes
Seeking to recapture through whimsical desire
The life of hasty passing
Reality surpassing the dreamscape days of youth
As the smile once vibrant falls with the taciturn voice
Where love forever shrivels to the shape
Of one more calendar day.
~
   Blossoms cascading from lucid dreams
In fields felt desire
Touched by the transient illusions
Emotions to pierce the baby's eye
Forthright to the justice of nature
For all things being are happenstance
Life given in shallow time
As gods create in zany perfection
The immortals born to die.
~
     By: Darren J McMurray
            July 3, 2009


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LITTLE W-V-a BOY

 PART I



Our caravan from afar off, finally, noisily pulled into the parking lot,
The crunching gravel ‘neath the tires, heralded our arrival.
We all had been excitedly chatting, about our destination, our work, our aid.

We hurriedly bounded out of our transport, tired, yet excited, exhilarated.
We immediately began the tasks at hand; unpacking, organizing, setting up.
We were readying for the work, when you bounded into our midst.
Your eyes sparkled, your smile was infectious, although, marred 
by the need for dental work, which matched the need for a shampooing,
Of your scraggly blond hair, and more patching of your frayed jeans, 
Although, they probably could use no more;
Just like your scuffed cardboard lined, oversized shoes,
you were wearing/sliding along, could be repaired no more.
And not surprising your faded shirt was missing most of its buttons
which apparently were long gone. But you were such a resilient angel
You could not dare care.

You merely brightened our day, hanging around,
following us around, eagerly all around us, as you stole our hearts.
Then as suddenly as you appeared, you bounded out the door
and disappeared into the evening night . . . 


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Evening's Tapestry


The arms of sky's tapestry
embraces my childlike wanderings
from a time I hardly remember
when I played without restraint.
Her murmurs have hummed
with every rhythm taken,
a melody one of eternal pleasure.

I continue to scan life's grandeur
swooping through a time tunnel
and chasing midsummer leaves.
And through it all,
I am in awe of  her brilliant presence
that bouncy trail of simplicity
mirroring my youth's enthusiasm.

On my own hour with her,
my night sky and I chase dragonflies
while a fresh rainbow paints the landscape
with kites of shimmering gaiety
to continually imbue and enrich
my inner child through her tapestry.



Leon Datu
An Evening Sky Contest 25 Mar 14


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Milk Carton

I saw her once I remember;
On the back of a milk carton one December,
Eyes like saucers filled with innocence;
I wondered who was crying over her absence,
It angered me to think who would steal her away;
From her home; her life; her routine of everyday,
Who would steal this child from her parents arms;
Deprive them of her bright little smile her charms,
And I kept on pondering and thinking;
My thoughts kept getting darker and sinking,
Deep into a dark dark corner of my mind;
A vengeful place fueled by hate raging blind,
But then I looked again at her angelic face;
And I thought that for a minute I could erase,
Those hateful feelings; for they wouldn't bring;
Her back to her loves ones under their wing,
Away from whatever place she was now;
So I told myself that someway somehow,
This beautiful child would not stay lost;
And I prayed that at whatever cost,
This milk carton soul would soon be found;
And her captors be impaled into the ground...


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The Heart of A Child

I think perhaps
The heart of a child really is
Heart shaped...

Like those on valentine cards,
Delicate and soft with seed pearls
dainty lace and fancy glittered
Ribbons, spilling over like happiness.

Yes, heart shaped,
You can tell by the sound of their
Laughter and of course by the was
They smile...

Babies coo the sweetest sounds and
We respond with silly conversations.
There is joy in the heart of a child when
They look at you...

Our voices comfort them as we lull them
To sleep, so lovingly we rock them to
Dream land, fast to sleep and ask the Lord
Their souls to keep...

Words from a song someone sang to us so 
Long ago...'Hush Little Baby Don't Say
A Word'...'Lullaby And Good Night' and
More often than not, a self styled lullaby.

Suddenly they discover they have toes and
Fingers...
We love the way these strong little fingers
Pull at our hair and glasses and grab and twist
Our lips and scratch our faces...Ah, but we don't care.

Soon they are crawling and scampering across
The floor on all fours, then struggling to sit up
With backs stronger than we remember baby's
Backs should be at seven months.

Oops! Down they tumble and fall and tumble
As they discover this something called standing.
We offer fingers and hands to steady them as
they wobble...

Then almost before we know it, they rush to us
With those little out stretched arms.
They stagger on tip toes and take those first steps
To independence.

They have a look of amazement that says, 'I did it!' and
We reward them with applauds and kisses.
We grin and make telephone calls in celebration!
Our wonderful, beautiful babies know without a doubt
They now rule in this palace, this place, this home.

As babies grow we rarely miss a chance to brag to
Family, friends and neighbors, and often strangers
About the wonder and special qualities of our precious child.

Yes, the heart of a child is heart shaped like those
They draw with pictures of us in the middle...
Heart shaped by an intergenerational connection of family,
neighbors, friends and even that stranger that says
'Your baby is soooo adorable...

Babies give to us the breath of happiness,
Filling our heart with untold joy...
Now and forever!


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The Complications of a Son

Correct me if I’m wrong but is not love built on trust?
And if love is built on trust, do you trust me?
God teaches us to look past ones actions,
Yet you continue to judge.
I work so hard for a sliver of your approval,
Only to be crushed by my own imperfections.
If you have taught me one important thing,
It is this:
You are my mom,
Not my friend.


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Limbo Cake

            Limbo Cake

When you die before your time you go to Limbo
A place for unborn and innocent souls
A happy zone where the unknown play and wait
Unfinished business and Birth Days are postponed
There is no paper
Golden pens are in supply
To write messages on your heart
Of a life not lived and stories of what could have been
One day God will come again and take you
Until that time
You continue waiting
For your Birth Day cake 


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the single guy waiting with his groceries at the register whilst a child screams

the single guy waiting with his groceries at the register whilst a child screams & mother whispers/growls obscenities 

after placing the divider stick
between the groceries making their way on the conveyor
towards the cashier &
his own, 
he begins to unload his foodstuffs onto the belt
amidst the escalating drama in front of him---
a small child, age 2 or so,
sits in the cart while mother deals out her coupons &
the frustrated late teen cashier
picks them up one by one to scan them---
the young child didn’t get its way or something 
and begins to throw a fit,
yelling, crying &
muttering things about what the mother had apparently promised
but obviously did not follow through---
mother’s anger shows on her face &
while dealing coupons, trying to pay her best attention to 
each subtracted amount from the screen in front of the cashier,
she looks back intermittently at the child and growls at him a
threat concerning what is going to happen 
if said child doesn’t stop carrying on---
though the whole scene is extremely annoying, loud &
unfortunately more the rule than the exception at the grocery store 
on a saturday afternoon,
the single guy smiles,
happier than shit
that he doesn’t have to deal with such 
lunacy.


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Yaya Loves you

A smile that lights the world
With joyful eyes
Tiny fingers pulling on my hand
And a happy "Lets go!" 
Shes adorable
Shes my whole world
Until I have my own
She lets me do her hair 
And wants her nails painted like my own 
She opens up her heart
And fills mine with her love
My Boo, my Boo
Aunt Yaya loves you


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There was six

It wasn’t until this evening while I was sitting
in the hospital lobby watching blood pour from 
underneath my chair from the women behind me
waiting for my name to be murmured over the loud speaker
that I witnessed the depths our society is willing to go.

Directly across from me was Gertrude, I don’t think
that was her real name, but that’s what I called her Cyclops pouch 
that was playing peek-a-boo with the 5 month old child bouncing 
on her knee. The mother’s arms (if you could call her that) were 
as holy as a tree after a woodpecker has established residency 
and as blue as the vessels that carry blood to her heart. Maybe 
the doctors will show her how to properly insert a needle when 
she goes behind the curtain wall. 

To my left were the Espinoza’s, a family of five,
maybe six, there was a boy playing in the parking garage by a van
with a rock, he was waving it around like a wand.
The wife was the one having problems, she does not remember
them, even if she did, she couldn’t say them.
It was as if I was watching a 2 year old communicate with no teeth desperately trying to 
pronounce words that start with “S” or “F” 
At least she was trying. 
They couldn’t find their insurance card, she couldn’t 
remember where she put it. She looked at her translator for assistance but 
he was to busy rocking their child to sleep. 

In the corner were the Muses, it did not seem like there was 
anything wrong, as if their son or daughter dropped them off
hoping for something to happen to inherit the family fortune. 
I think they were really there to oversee the moral of the lobby, contracted out by the hospital staff to amuse 
and entertain frustrated numbers,
because that’s all we are, numbers on a chart board, names on a wristband, like cattle tagged by the ear. 
Jean was the older one; she had toes like crochet hooks, crossing over and looped,
Gladdys was younger, wearing a green jumpsuit with a gold Greek Key belt,
she looked like a dried out Christmas tree on the street leaning beside the trash cans after New Years. 

It was in the corner of my eye that I saw 
a sheer bit of hope for our World. Jean leaned over to the father, 
slipped money between the paint on his hands 
and the babies bottom and said,
	You have a beautiful family.


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One Moon

“Mommy, I miss you when I'm not here.”
 “Oh I miss you too Hun, You have no idea
But don't you be sad while we are apart
We’re always together, home is in the heart.

When we're not together look up at the sky
The moon you see there Is the same one as I.”

“Mommy it is ? How do you know?”
“We share the same sky, Sweet,  where ever you go. 
There's only one moon in that sky up above
 when you miss me look up, Its filled with my love.”

That child now is grown, 
A young man tall and strong
I hope I did well, maybe a thing or two wrong. 

Tonight's the last night I will still have a boy
For tomorrow he flies.
My pride and joy.

Talking and laughing
Precious time we did share.
Just being together, so glad I was there.

The time flew  too quickly
Just it wasn’t enough.
The moment closed in, 
It was going to be tough.

“Mom, I have to report now.”
“Yes son,I know. 
I’ll miss you so much.”
So hard to let go.

A hug like no other, both held on for so long.
So much pride in my son, now its  time to be strong.
Staying true to his choices and knowing they’re right.
Tomorrow’s the day, a new chapter, new life.

The morning did come as it does everyday
But this one is different, he’s leaving  today.
We hugged long and hard, not a single dry eye.
He was called to the plane, the hardest good bye.

I turned one last time and I gave him a smile
Didn’t know when I’d see him,  would be quite awhile.
Made my way through the airport with tears flowing free
Felt both sadness and pride inside of me.

Weeks passed, not a word
How tough that was. 
Wondering, worrying, that’s what a mom does.
I knew in my heart that he was alright, 
and that moon helped me through many a night.

Then today came a letter, the very first one. 
Couldn't wait to read it,
Hear all the things he had done. 

Said he had his head shaved
Got his boots, uniform, a gun
Push ups and running
He was tired, sore when each day was done. 

He's proud though and happy, good with his choice. 
Miss him so much-
His smile and his voice. 

At the end of that letter
Hard to read through my tears-
PS “I looked at the moon”
He remembered, all these years.









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Chalk Walk

There once lived a girl named Chalk she loved to walk in the park one day she ran in to a piece of bark. Aunika Alch Age 12


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Let Me Read to You

Let Me Read To You

Let me read to you
Tell you the stories my mother told me
Hear the words I read
Let your mind wander
Seeing the world of fairies and angels
Princesses and heroes
Learn that love really exists
The hope is in everything
Let me read to you as you fall asleep
So you may dream of happiness
And the nightmares will be kept away
Let me read to you
Because I love you and I want you to be happy
So that you may write your own fairy tales
And you will read them to your children
So, let me read to you


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Abused

The beautiful girl that lives down the street
The one that has bruises from being beat. 
Her heart is frail, she’s lost all hope, 
Her moms new boyfriend hits her to cope.
She’s limping because this nasty man
Where her mother is is unknown
Her eyes are scared and full of fright
because she is afraid to be alone.
The bruises started yellowing.
She was in much pain.
The tears fell down her little face
And outside it began to rain.
At school she was a quiet one.
No one knew her name.
The teachers, they said nothing
Even though they saw her pain.
One day when we watched the news
a picture of a familiar face
I felt the tears build
With greatest sadness and despair
It said that she was killed.
Loud tears filled my home
As I thought of that little girl
Who now would never see
Her future in this world.


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Solitude

We All Have Our Problems.
We All Have Our Pain.
We All Have Frustration
From Day To Day.
We All Hide Our Feelings
In Different Ways.
Angry Emotions that Bottle
Inside.
A Child Will Sit In A Dark
Solemn Corner.
Scared Of Expressing What's
On Her Mind.
Afraid It Will Tear Everyone
Else Apart.
And She'll Be The Cause Of
Everyone's Pain.
That's How I Feel When My
Happiness Leaves.
And Feelings, Again, Start
To Hide.
The Child Is Crying And
Needs Some Help.
She Wants Them To Find Her
Real Soon.
Praying They Take Her Out
Of The Dark.
And Realize There's Something
Wrong.
Look In Her Eyes, You'll See
What Is There.
Look In Her Heart, You'll See
The Feelings She Needs To Share.


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My Last Fairy

My Last Fairy

Mom and dad
Why did you tell me the truth
I was so young
Just a little child
Full of hope and faith
I believed in Santa Clause
The Easter Bunny and fairies
They were alive for me
You didn’t have to tell me
I didn’t want to know
Santa Clause is just a man in a suit
The Easter Bunny isn’t real
Fairies were just the stuff of stories
You didn’t watch as my youth died that day
You didn’t see me cry when I went to bed
You never told me
That would be the night my last fairy friend died
If only I would not have listened
If I would have followed my heart
That fairy would have been flying around my room
And maybe I would still believe in miracles


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Children of God

For every child of God that struggles,
there's a love that can't hide.
Because a struggle brings out,
their faith that's inside.
When a child of God goes through struggles,
they still find love to give.
Because the struggle on the Cross,
is how we're able to live.
When a child of God is hurt,
lonely or lost.
They remember the struggle,
that was paid on the Cross.
They read words in Red,
that show them how to live.
And when a child of God is hurt,
that child learns to forgive.
When a child of God goes through life,
it may not understand.
But a child of God excepts a struggle,
because it's part of His plan.
For a child of God welcomes,
every struggle that He sends.
Because they know that a struggle,
turns into love in the end.


Dedicated to: Releigh, Ian, and Judy.



P.S. I pray for you too!


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Nightmares of a past

Nightmares of a past I wished was long forgotten
Haunting my every waking moment again and very often
A mere child, jump ropes and swings were my delight
No knowledge of these things, that were for adults at night
Awakened from a childlike slumber, only to be touched and
Become so encumbered, fondled by the most immoral, corrupt
And vile man I will ever know.  Family he was Supposed to be,
a horrible nightmare he had become to me.
For a long time it was as if it never transpired,
I thought it was wiped away from my mind, forever to be left behind
But deep in the dark recesses of a brain so mired
A place always avoided, it has became quite glaringly clear
That I couldn't break free from the violation of that year.
To this day over forty plus years, my thoughts always become full of sorrow,
Anguish and anger for that little girl and the sadness that would follow.


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She's lost

Things I never thought possible have all come true
Even my worst nightmares are real
I never knew exactly how much it all hurt
Until I sat down at night and just let my mind wonder
Every little thing that has every bothered me
Comes running back in a way so strong I want to cry
Unfortuantly no matter how hard I try to act like it don't hurt
It does, it kills me inside every time I'm reminded of them
Images flash into my head of things I could have had
Things I sometimes wish I had
They over come me and cause me to go insane
Cause me to become this helpless little girl
A child for the most part
One who tries her hardest but still falls to her knees
On the outside I look okay like nothing can hurt me
When on the inside I'm screaming for help
This strong girl has finally reached her limits with bad things
And has turned into this fragile child, she thought she had left behind
The child who can't handle things for herself
Who has to run away and cry alone
Because this strong girl doesn't wont the outside world
Knowing how weak she's become


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O child smile, speak, why afraid

O child smile, speak, why afraid,
Utter a single word and wisdom might be laid in motion
But listen; don’t listen to these words,
Everyone listens to or sprout out of their untold tongue
But see what they fail to see,
Like me, you, and us burning under this dusk tree.
But do listen and do
Hear the voice of violence hiding behind the words of romance, 
Hear the screams, and hate, before we lose our self.
And reappear and rethought that peace is just a dream, 
Which no man ever dreams of but told injustice reigns supreme.
Really, it’s like being told sour cream is sweeter than caramel under our burnt tongue.
It’s just false, but where’s the truth hiding in this day in age,
Maybe it just pulsating its last breath before death.
O child smile, speak, why afraid,
Don’t get discourage by their words,
Speak; smile and wisdom might be laid in motion.



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What Poetry Mean To Me

 
What does poetry mean to me

Poetry is the air I breathe

Poetry is the words that feed
My soul
To make me whole

Poetry is what makes me blossom
In the middle of spring

Poetry is what grows my garden
And makes it flourish with nature
Beauty

Poetry Is

My magical whim's that supply all my
Fantasy and fills my hopes and dreams

Poetry is the strong desire that keep the
Flames of love burning

In the midst of the hour

And lights up the sky
With beautiful hues of colours

Spreads from one globe to

Another

To swim the ocean deep

Just because of love

Poetry is that and more, which I
Hate to carry this on and on

But

Poetry is the love of our life that visit
Us in our dreams

Poetry is

Me and the worlds that wakes every
Morning to bloom and blossom

Even after the death has played it last
Song that breaks our hearts

Poetry is tears and moans
Grief and pain that Hunt's the
Soul

Poetry is the rain crying from
The sky
The sun the moon with the golden
Light
Poetry is a child laughter at play
The tears a child shreds in sadness
They cry

Poetry is just a book of songs you
And I write down in our journal
Each and every day

We

Mix them together again and again
That is poetry

Poetry is life woes
Life happiness

Poetry is life
Here now and after

Poetry is you and I 


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Sweet Child

Don't cry my child
You must stay strong
Others will break
Others will fall
But in the end
It is you who must stand tall
You must not show weakness
sweet child
Others may show mercy
You may not
Strike with a swift hand
And never look back
You are the leader
You must take over
These people are pathetic
Show them the way
Stay strong my child
People are corrupt
People cause pain
You must show them the way
Lead them my child
Lead them to battle
Lead them to kill their own corruption
And when they are all gone
You may stand tall my child


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Underdeveloped Concepts Of Death

A child's nightmare
Consists of evil beings

And scary faces
That supposedly inspire fear...

But, a child does not know
Death nor
          Blood nor
                   Violence nor
                                 Evil.

What then, does the child fear
If not death?

Then again,
                 What is Death
                                     But the unknown!

Do children fear the unknown?
If so, then
             Why do they seem
                     To embrace It with open arms?

Perhaps this underdeveloped concept of Death
          That toys with us in the early stages of our lives

Is the only truth
And the only lie
We will ever need

In order to keep us alive long and pointlessly enough until we, Death's theatre,
Cease
To be entertaining
And
Die.


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Welcome Back Child

The tears of her heart began to fall
In pearl like droplets of pure rain;
Words cut like sabers caused such pain,
Eyes shot daggers, backed against the wall,
It seems you hate without cause.
Patiently, she takes it all in stride,
As a mother, stands e’er ready 
Welcomes you back from the dark-side…


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The Right Road

I don’t need a man to define me
Because I am already a strong African Queen

Cause there isn’t a road that I haven’t went down
Except for the road that made me frown

It was that road that led to the Devil
So I hurried up and got off that level

I stayed focused straight ahead to Believer’s Ave
Because that is the road that led to the right path

As I strolled by, I heard a voice that said
You are my child because you didn’t get misled

And you didn’t think twice nor did you have to guess
And for that my child you will be truly blessed


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20

A poem dedicated to the 20 children that past away before there time


1 Blue eyes, blond hair a smile of an angel
2 loud shots, blank stares, the fears of the devil
3 Short books sounding out words on mommy’s lap
4 time out because you were bad 
5 I love you have a good day listen and behave
6 tie your shoes, wash your hands and be polite
7 it’s 8 o’clock time for bed good night
8 Santa’s coming and checking the list so do as you’re told
9 Christmas lights and shining stars daddy lifts you and you’ll go far
10 A moment you will never forget, a text of life and death
11 Sirens and cops surround your life
12 Please God let them be all right 
13 Where are you, please come out.
14 Parents leaving with kids as you scream and shout
15 Waiting for the news you know will come
16 No it’s not true they have to come out
17 Arms and hugs pointed at you
18 All so cold all I want is you
19 I’m so sorry to tell you this
20 My world does not exist

A frozen moment of fear and hate.  A moment that breaks. 20- a number that didn’t mean much.. not until you were one of the 20 that didn’t come out.


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My Extraordinary Journey

I am going to try again. The last time I tried to post here what I posted wasn't how it appeared on the site. I know you were having some upgrading going on. Hopefully this will work better . . .


lost and alone I wandered
the landscape was familiar to me
in a surreal sense
my steps took me into a strange door
don’t ask me how
but I knew this was an undisturbed place
I reached for the door
to discover its secret within
my hand touched not the door
for it evaporated
leaving me inside
feelings of a charming, but slightly untamed way 
like carnival candied apples
I waited
waited for the purity of the moment
to speak to me
this, I felt
was the same feeling Adam
of that garden of old must have felt
a place where the unfamiliar was found not good enough
oh, my eyes sought out
a pre-adolescent child
a stranger-child
yet something stirred inside me
his soft white hands
beseeched me near with a naïve smile
his piercing blue eyes
showed no trace of anxiety
I saw virtue in this dreamlike child
 UNSUPPORTED CODE you are there and I am here
come play with me
for I’m the innocence you were back then UNSUPPORTED CODE 


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Fears

The child used to jump at shadows behind the door
And scream at creaks in the floor. 
He used to sleep with a night-light
For he feared a monster might come at night. 
But now – no more.
No more monsters under the bed
No more vampires rising from the dead.
The child grew up, 
Replaced cereal in milk with black coffee in a fancy cup.
Gone were the days of his childhood,
As he became an awkward teenager
And then marched into adulthood.
The old childhood fears are behind him,
No more hiding under the covers at the fall of moon beams.
But then, one ordinary, sunny day,
The child discovered the old fears have never really been away. 
They’ve taken new names
But the fear, bitter and cold, remains just the same.
This time it’s not a vampire coming to suck his blood
But cancer to fester in him, to suck his life. 
This time it’s not a zombie rising from its grave
But waking up alone, the leaving of his wife. 
This time it’s not witch casting a wicked spell
But his boss saying the magic words, “You are fired.”
This time it’s not a ghost coming to chill his bones
But depression sinking in, losing interest in life, getting tired.
This time the fears cannot be expelled
Not by garlic, not by crosses, not even by daylight.
Nothing can keep them away,
And they come back to gnaw on him, day after day.
For children fears are forgotten – until the next encounter,
But for adults they are here to stay. 
The only way out, some say, is death,
For they take refuge in their last breath. 
He suddenly remembered his childhood,
When one day he bravely wandered into the woods,
Just to make sure nothing was lurking – and then he understood.
Like a child, he would fight the fear, conquer it,
Little by little, bit by bit.
He would embrace the fear
And live with it all through the years.


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Strange Dogs


One day I asked  my Dad that "How dogs understand there Master's language??"

Dad said me "Its not like that, they understand there master's voice and they respond to that''.

I said to Dad  "Just think why dogs don't wear clothes like us ,they too would want to wear nice clothes like us??"

Dad said to me "Dear Son, they are animals and animals are not like us that's why they don't wear clothes''.

I then couldn't resist my Eagerness and told to Dad" But Why Not??"'Can't We Buy Clothes For Them'??

Dad giggled with my question and said me "My Boy, They Don't Wear Clothes and they are not like us''.

My heart wasn't getting convincing answers from   Dad,I couldn't resist my curiosity,

I again asked Dad, 'If we teach dogs how to study, then think how good it will be??''

Then they can help me to complete my homework .

Dad scratched his head and then his chin .

Dad said me 'son, they are animals and we are humans, thats why they can’t study like us".

I said "ohh, it’s such a shame for them".

Dad giggled and said me "Son you will understand when you will grow up".


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Reading or Swinging

Reading a book on a swing Not paying attention to the desire To lift off the ground and sway Only the words of the book are heard The swing lay fathomless Not to be confused with the story She sees just the lines in the book Not the destination the swing brings Slowly the swing begins to move And the book starts to lose its pull The motion of the swing begins to rock And the child loses interest in the book The swing wins the battle of wills For the child loves a swing More than the words of a good story Any day, the swing will be victorious And the giggles and laughs will fly Fly from the heights of the swing As the motion moves quickly now And the book lies near the feet Of a typical child
Russell Sivey


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Child Thought

When fear held me
and caught my breath,
I noticed
that along the horizon
of my mind,
stood a fearful thought,
trembling and alone.

It waited
like a child
just out of kindergarten -
it waited
for me to pick it up
and to meet it
with understanding
and to call it mine.

So I gathered it into my arms
and I kissed its cheek,
and named it Beautiful
and my child-thought
no longer feared
but embraced me.

And I noticed
that the fear
which had held me,
that caught my breath,
had quietly flown away.


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I Meet A KING

He stood in the middle of the lane,
A toddler in tatters,
Confronting my speeding scooter.
I cursed the nowhere-in-sight,careless mother,
Then changing gear
Threatened a mock dash,
Was to him but a big plaything
Come for his pleasure.
The sudden smile over his face
Lit up my heart.
i withdrew a little,
Bowed to his imperial innocence
And humbly went my way.


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Do or Die

Do or Die?


I am perplexed
unable to decide
what to do?
Either to spare
a traitor's life
or to kill him
what if the traitor
is my own son
or brother?
I am perplexed
unable to decide
what to do
what to do if the traitor
in concert with his accomplices
gets his hands on my life
what if he kills me
while i indecisively sit
and think
then suddenly comes to my mind
how the great Mughals
dealt with such problems
the gentler Mughal monarchs
would catch their inimical brothers
who were after their lives
so that they could
grab the Throne
and come to power
They would arrest them
and blind them by bringing the fiery glow
of  red hot burning rods
opposite their wide open eyes
and then throw them
in dungeons to rot
the other more harsh Mughal Emperors
would fight against such traitors and enemies
and kill them
in the battle grounds
But I am not a Mughal King
nor a kin of the blue blood
yet I am am
in similar situation
in a place where law and justice
bows to the strong
and corrupt
So what should I do?
Kill or get killed
by the greedy enemy
none else but my own
flesh and blood
I am simply perplexed
unable to decide
which course i should
adopt
to save my neck
from imminant risk
of being swiped
while i think.


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The Power of One

She looks up at the sky, 
the time is drawing near.
Everywhere you look,
the face is full of fear.
The people left are fleeing,
the hope they had has fled.
The time is comming closer,
soon all left will be dead.
The tidle wave is comming now,
it begins to flood the street.
But once it passes over,
the city is nowhere near beat.
The houses still stand,
as sturdy and strong.
Everything is perfect,
and where it should belong.
One child stands,
her eyes are wide.
No destruction is left behind
from the tide.
The child's powers are strong,
as I now see.
Now I should tell you,
that child happens to be me.


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Missing Children

another twist to those children lost and another reason why...perhaps...

Missing!
The World is so big,
So easy to get lost in, when
You don’t listen

The neighbor tried hard to warn
My folks, I was headed down
The wrong path, using drugs and forlorn.

My mother told her in soft spoken voice, to mind
Her own business, I was a good kid, not the
Big, bad  drugging kind.

My mother did not believe in the new rule,
It take a village to raise a child and
To keep us children in school.

The neighbor saw them lead me away,
She turned her head, with nothing to say.
She was remembering mothers warning, and
She ignored my silent plea; 
She turned her head away from me.

No need to cry now mama, dad, dry your eyes
You were forewarned one day but you believed my lies,
I'll bet now the  neighbor doesn't even look your way
Yes I am missing, what a sad thing to hear you say.

Too many children missing
For one reason or another
We hear the cries, pleas of families, far and near
Each and every year..

It does take a village, reach out your hand
Make it your buisness, take a stand
Save a child from the fright of the streets
It takes a village...Say it, again and again
Someday, this horror we will defeat.


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My inner child

My inner child

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My inner child 
will 
always remain

Because there are so 
many things 
that I still enjoy doing

Like I did back in the 
days when I was young

When I would drop water 
balloons 
off of very tall buildings

With some friends
 
And then we would 
go 
find another building

So that we could do 
it all over again

Because we were 
having so much fun

And I still 
enjoy flying

Remote controlled 
airplanes

When ever I can 

Like I did when 
I was young

Because I still enjoy 
chasing people 
while they are driving

Or chasing birds 
when ever I can

Because it can 
be so much fun

And as long as it 
doesn’t 
cause them any harm

And I never end 
up 
hurting anyone

Then I will know
that 
I will be just fine

And I will continue 
doing the same things

Over and over again

For as long as I can

Because I only 
get 
one time around

So I am going to try to have
as much fun as I possibly 
can in this life time of mine

My inner child 
will 
always remain

Because there are so 
many things 
that I still enjoy doing

Like I did back in the 
days when I was young








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memories of a child

The family
am supposed to be a member of,
the house
am supposed to be a part of, 
filled my days 
with sorrow and pain..
On Christmas,
I sneak out for a while 
Watching other kids 
Opening their gifts
With a smile drawn 
on their face
and they’re parents
giving them a kiss, 
then watching me
looking at them 
with painful tears 
filling my eyes..
I wanted to tell her
how much I miss her,
I wanted to tell him 
How much I respect him
I wanted to tell them
How much I love them 
But they won’t listen to me
They would hit me instead 
And me from deep inside
I cry:
“please stop hitting me please, 
Please have mercy 
on my innocent soul please”
am a child
 that cant bare anymore.
Pain 
Is what I always feel,
Swears 
Is what I always hear..
I escaped 
but then came back
knowing that nobody
would accept 
a child like me,
a child with torn clothes
and dirty hair.
I escaped 
But then came back
Knowing that 
I have to accept my fate..
Am barely alive from outside 
But totally dead from inside..
Asking god, 
To reborn the me in me 
Is what I always do 
Although I know
he’s against me too..
hate 
is what is see in their eyes..
they made me taste 
the bitterness of life 
although am still a child
they hate me very much
although am still a child
a weight of a mountain 
is on my back 
although am still a child..
I always ask god
To forgive my sins 
Although I don’t have any, 
I always ask god 
To moderate my agony 
Although I know he wont..
Day and night I wonder 
If she would ever remember me 
When I die,
Day and night I wonder 
if she would ever remember
that she had a child 
when I die..
before I left, 
I wrote them a letter 
that said:
“mommy and daddy 
I love you,
Am sorry
if  I had ever disappointed you,
am sorry, 
if I was a naught boy, 
Am sorry mom 
for not finishing my courses on time 
the last few days 
but I was tired mom, 
really tired,
I always wanted a kiss
from you, 
I always wanted a hug
From you,
I always wanted to feel
Am your child.
I needed you with me, 
I never knew
why you hated me..
and now mom and dad
I’ll leave, it’s time now, 
God wants me to be with him,
Mommy and daddy,
I love you”




  


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The hidden truth

Listening to him saying his words,
Feeling the pain all over again,
Smearing my soul 
With the blood of dark, 
And feeling the eerie 
Killing my heart,
is what i call a hidden truth

Happiness and sadness 
Then sadness and sadness
Capturing my heart
Oppressively 
Warding the power in me away, 
Killing the innocent child in me 
is what I call a hidden truth

This subdued soul of mine 
How pity it resist its agony 
And rival its pain
To paint my heart 
With brightful colors
And resurrect
my innocent child again 
is what I call a hidden truth

the day I filled my heart
with happiness 
the day I filled my heart 
with warmness
the day I wished it 
to be eternity 
has disappeared 
with a blink of an eye.
With a blink of an eye 
The past repeated it self and still.
Is what I call a hidden truth  ... 


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STICKERZ

My cool little toys Stickers are my childhood mem. Attached like magnet – Stick with the paper Don’t leave your mate in his state – His state of sadness – I’m wild child in heart I’m stuck in place, free in space Savin’ my collection – These sticker magnets Are my childhood heroin Please – stop this madness! God trades me mere hope… God says he collects our fears In His jar with cheers


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Shortcoming

Face it
Race it
Erase it

Try no more
It faces me
It races
It doesn't stop

Only me
We wait
We see

It charges
You
Me
We all do
You saw

It developed
We were there
We knew it was developing

Before us
It must have
How could it not
As it began?


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Sledding with Sea-bass

Snowflakes arrive upon the scene

Showing off in grand fashion

Doing somersaults as they approach the ground

My eyes begin to sing!

Coating my city like icing on my favorite cake

Angel food cake with almond butter icing!

One more slice please!

I'll have a second serving!

Soon I'll be at my favorite place sledding with my grandson, Sebastian

Tossing and turning on our inner-tubes at Stubb's Park and sipping on warm cocoa

Snowflakes paving the way for one extraordinary day!

My city iced like the most delightful cake

We got our sleds in the trunk and we are on our way!


For my bud, Sea-bass
Love, g-ma!
11-26-14



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Inside of Me

Inside of me,
The child cries
For she’s scared and lonely and needs of comfort.

Inside of me,
The adult yells
And tells the child to be strong.

Inside of me,
The elder laughs-
She knows the way things ought to be.


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Mommy's Gift

You came along into my life,A precious gift sent from GOD.You're little heart changed my life,And filled my heart with warmth.
Without you here it's not the same,
But I know you're looking down.
Mommy loves you more than words,
And I always keep you in mind.
My precious gift from GOD.


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Tumor Talk

Diagnosis' free floating through re circulated air.
Sunken eyes, bald heads, aching bodies sit in chairs meant for comfort.
The scent of fear mingling with sickness and the faint tinge of hope.
Bodies having been pushed to the limits yet still going on.
Idle chit chat never made.
Deep conversations circling around a common denominator.
The dreaded "C" word.
My own story locked tight between pursed lips.
My eyes downcast, having heard these similar tales many times before.
My own condition hits hard as I settle in my own chair.
Knowing I have my own tumors that reside deep in my bones.
My medications at home lined on the counter,
Soldiers ready for the battle to stunt growth...
To help intravenous drugs freeze my illness.
To put it to sleep as if a fussy child.
My own prayers silently whispered...
Sleep needs to come and overtake these tumors.
My deepest fears long realized, long ago accepted.
Knowing that as sleep ever so slowly folds itself
Around my tumors the inevitable will happen.
Just as a fussy child fights sleep and once gives in
Rests deeply and peacefully...
As the child will awaken my tumors will awaken and then spread.
Most of these others here have cures.
I have the inevitable.
But I too have hopes.
I still have dreams.
I long for tomorrows held out of my grasp.
Battling for mental and physical strength to just push on.
To not give into the doubts and fears.
To know that I'm here for a reason.
May not be for the common good of mankind, but something.
My tumor talk spreads as words on paper,
Not floating on currents of air or streams of blood.
My tumor talk once written can now begin my legacy of passed on hope.
Of being here to witness tomorrows that blessedly,
Have been put in my hands and those of others.


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The loving Sister

We left one day and never came back.
Watching as my home fades away.
Leaving my sister and brother behind.
As a child I didn't know the reason why.
I didn't know why my sister would stay.
When a better life was in reaching distance from her.
I think she just didn't want to take the risk.
Haven't seen her in so many years.
I hope she is still the loving sister I know.
She was the best sister I could ever ask for.
She was never mean nor bad.
Now she has a child of her own.
I hope she will love him as much as she loved me.
I think she will love him even more.
I wish that I could see her just one more time.
I want to tell her how much I love her and have cried for her.
I wish I still had my sister.
I want to talk to her about my problems.
I need her to understand me.
I need the sister I never had when I went away.


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I Read The News Today...

I read the news today...
and every word that it displayed,
seem to tumble
          seem to fall
                   blended together
         
         made        head
and            my            sway.


Oh boy...
Some many men had marched one day;
they march for equality and ask to not to be slaved.
Even though they had shown no chains,
they ask to get rid of the cuffs that others gave:

On how they looked
They wouldn't get jobs
On how they talked
Their thoughts must be wrong
Every opportunity, became less and less
Their freedom given long ago, started to regress

I read the news today...
and it had so many words that bled if you said.
                               they 
                                   seemed
                                           to swirl    
                                             inside
                                           my
                                    head.

Oh boy...
A child died; the cause was rape,
her tiny body....she couldn't take.
Her mother cried and yelled out:

DAMN MY HUSBAND! 

What a bastardy fowl
How could she not have stop this from happening?
In her very own house
Her eyes must be wax
A child of just five had to die form such acts

I read the news today oh boy....

How is the day of the lives of everyone else?


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Man

   Tonight I heard a child’s scream	
Floating on a silent cloud	
Could be a dream, but not
A lonely child dies again by the hand of man.
   Yet another cloud drifts in
Dripping the tears of the oppressed 
These tears of nonexistence 
Drift into nothingness.
   I stare in bewilderment, this wondrous sight
As the sky above me fills with the stories of life
Overbearing to be grasped 
The many untold ungodly acts of man.
   How could this come to be
Fiendish humans of natural evils
Be it woman or man 
Or the shared failure in the garden.
   Too many cries I hear
Floating on these passing clouds
A child has died in the arms of his mother
His sister raped by his mother’s lover.
   I wish for the sun in this moment
A ray of hope of sorts
Peace to find me a moment’s grace
Or a hole to hide from man.
   So many little ones dieing
Soaked by the tears of life
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