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Where The Sycamore Grew

The house seemed smaller, now seen with older eyes...
The street seemed narrower, the trees taller..
Where once were open fields across the road
New construction had bloomed
The small fruit orchard had disappeared

But somehow we knew it would still be there....
Strangely different, ...yet much the same

There was an unfamiliar young child's tricycle
On the flagstone path that we laid...
In front of this little house that lies
Beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...

Suddenly, thirty years faded into that autumn day
And quickly had become a springtime of our lives..... 
...of first Christmas trees,..of first anniversaries...
            ...a place where I cried night after night when mother died...
                       ...and spent long, starry nights holding newborn babes....
Yes....it is all still there, in the little yellow house

Funny, but I'm glad they kept the yellow...
It has the same white shutters...
The little yellow house, with a flagstone pathway that we laid
That sits beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...


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Like a Rock

I carry my mother 
like a rock in my pocket 

that I just can’t seem to throw away 

It serves me 
no purpose, 
it just weighs me down 

~~~
 
When I first found it, 
when I first picked it up 
and started carrying it with me, 

I thought it so beautiful – 
I could look at it for hours 

But, like my mother, 
it never looked back at me, 
never grew warm under my loving gaze 

For the longest, I was blind to that, 
Blind to anything but the beauty, 
blind to the cold, hard, 
beyond-remote nature of the rock,
of my mother,
my stone

~~~

I carry my mother,
a thought without weight

And she’s heavier

and she’s colder

than all the stones
there are

~~~
 
By the time I recognized her 
immutable, emotional unavailability, 
I had run out of joy,
felt depleted of hope –

But I could not,
for the life of me,
stop seeking a beauty, a warmth,
inside her heart

Could not stop
wishing
that one day this stone,
my mother,
deep inside my pocket,

Might just become
its own opposite –

Change from hard to fluid,
from cold to warm

But my rock, my hard burden,
will only turn to water

When my mother
stops being
a stone


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Forty Today

Visited you today
as the sun set in the horizon…

the orange tinged carnations 
were a perfect complement 
for the skies
and for you… 
orange and blue
always remind me of you

the winds softly blew
and I just sat there
staring at the grass,
well more at your name really…

hardly believing
what I am looking at, 
that it’s been seven years

of missing you,
of just putting that reality
at the back of my mind…

But there are days,
such as today
which make me 
confront that reality—

I see your smile,
remember your laughter
celebrate your spirit
and your love

Tears, I tell you I have
the most stubborn tears
maybe because they 
make it so real for me?

I look around me
and look for that sign

Nope, not there…

I say a prayer
and speak to you
thankful for the life shared

I kiss the date that you were born

and walk away

my reflection on the car window
misty

One last look around,

and then I see it…

a cat, as we drive away…

Skies now streaked purple and pink


**My brother would have been 40 today, May 6…


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Hard Work

Laughter drifts through the house, ....it has been such a while
Debate filters in, from the kids in the kitchen
The rafters are rattled with two strong opinions
Girls against boys, with opposing positions
I've watched them shuffle their cards and argue who won,
They seem to be lost, in the light masquerade,
of bittersweet happiness that is dim from the gray

Dipping their chips into onion laced cream
smacking their lips, and drinking their cokes
They are betting a few of the red plastic discs,
that will ante' this round 

...I listen, and smile, it's a beautiful sound, ...
   So long overdue,.......
                     we are embracing the mood... and it is time that we do....

Now a new game ensues.....
Monopoly, perhaps? Or charades, they will play
Whatever it is, ........ let it fill up the day
                                Let it take them away,....away from the gray

I let up the shade
to watch the evening come in,  bringing umber and rust,
as earth swallows dusk, which is fading away

From the living room window, I am hoping to see 
geese flying back to their warm winter homes
All nature seems normal, routine, once again

Winter is coming and a new year begins
How will it be now, this journey, untried,?
As we move on, wearing smiles, wearing grief on our sleeves
Smiles, for awhile, hiding anguish, and pride

Cold days are arriving......and there is talk on the hill 
where tall pine trees are whispering, 
reminding the creek, and the ash trees are shedding
and katydids will not call out condolences in the dark

Soon enough, when the lark sings,  wet grass will need tending
stacks of shutters will need painting,
and snow will yet need to be pushed aside

How will they cope..?
He's not here to do it...but somehow we hope
they will wade their way through it..

But for now , at a kitchen table
for these brief moments, they are able
to laugh, argue, and have fun...
                       Someone shouts out,  "I won!"..

Joy is hard work...but it needs to be done 




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It's hard to say

No
A small little word
And yet so hard to say
It tempts me to say
Maybe
Maybe I can make it work
I so desperately want to say yes
It hurts
Crushes me
To see you disappointed
Those times when I have no time
When I am stretched to the limit
Commitments 
Piled
One on top of the other
The important less important things in my life
When I have no energy
No extra to give
No way of knowing if I'm making a mistake
I say no to give myself a break
Some space to breathe

Sometimes no
Is meant to protect
No you can't go
To that party
Spend time with that girl
Hang out with that guy
No I won't change my mind
Even though I have to be the bad guy
No is a declaration
That I care for you
I want only the best
I want no harm to come to you
No is a tool I use to strengthen you
No you can't quit
You must finish what you start
There is no better feeling
Than seeing you succeed 
Those times I said 
"No, you can do it on your own."
Even though I desperately wanted to help
No meant I trusted and believed in you
You can do more than you think you can
No one is more proud of you

I wish you to know
The power of no
When it comes to a girl
No really does mean no
When you are put in an awkward place
You don't have to say yes
Choose your no wisely
No I don't want to go
No I don't want another drink
No I have somewhere else to be
No I will not let you treat her that way
No you cannot cross that line
No I deserve better than that
Yes, no is a small little word
It can change your path
Give you time to breathe
No, opens up possibilities
To choose
The yes
That is right for you
Yes or no
I believe you will choose wisely
Even though no
Can be a hard word to say





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Immortality

Your house still smells like you:
Warm shortbread and lavender soap -
Comforting and agonizing.
Your plants still bloom,
Perched beside the window
Where the kettle waits to be filled.
But your rocking chair is still
And all is quiet.

I could have fallen to pieces
Like a hand-blown vase
Hurled against green walls 
Or dropped on old floorboards 
Through fingers slick with shock.

But you sewed me up
With words gone by.
Your remnant thoughts
(So similar to thoughts I've had)
Penned in your slanted scrawl,
Filling pages with perfect rhymes
And clever observations.

Here you'll live forever
In vibrant verses and lilting lines.
And I'll live here too
Until the last salty drop
Lands on the final page.


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Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


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The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


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Sweet Lady

In the drawer
Behind all the white t-shirts 
Packed away in the corner where 
It is safe, I keep you.

You are hidden
No one knows you're there,
Except me.
I take you out to see your 
Smiling yet depressed face.

I realize the trouble you went through 
Just to make sure I live a better life 
Than you did.

Here you hold your baby one last time
Before sending him off to a
Life without poverty.
He doesn't say goodbye because
He is so small and innocent.
You give him a little kiss and say
Goodbye my sweet child.

So I thank you
Sweet, sweet, lady.
I'll put you back
In that safe little place,
So that when the time comes
For me to meet you,
I will find you before
You find me.


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AS TWELVE MONTHS CLOSE


I count my walks through herbs and shells never knowing how old bones can be fleshed from a heart bound on scrolls of endings, and here I am among rows of an orchard… feet like dust sanded by twelve months of famine and feast ; somehow the maple boughs wither from the laundry of evenings’ regret. Often times, like the gypsy rose, I climb into the lattice of my family tree smelling its tar and citrus that knit arms glossed by twilight’s love, then raked by froths of autumn’s debris. Closing a fence as another year shuts off, I am between silence and scream… eyes groaning with the music of an anonymous breeze sheltering a collected beauty of tragedy and the comedy of drama: trials pinned by veiled nights when kinship endures the flood of weather's hands. It is so, I mean, the certainty of taming the last ride before new seeds from a new year twirl upon unborn fruits… I disrobe the old bones to greet the unknown. .......................... "“In times of test, family is best.” – Burmese Proverb Charlotte Puddifoot's Open Free Verse Contest 7/14/2014


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Giggles and Splashes

I had waited for you seemingly forever
So long did it take before you were to come into my life
But in so many ways you had always been there

Your hair so white more than once people 
Said that you glowed
Your eyes blue gray 
Soft but piercing. 

In the spring we’d plant flowers and you quite the digger
Would never tire of ‘replanting’ oh the control God blessed 
Me with that summer

On the porch we would swing and sing until my throat would be sore
And still Id manage one more
Lavender Blue, You Are My Sunshine, Red River Valley
I can still hear the wee small voice

In the summer under the big maple the front walk
Would flood and we’d run back and forth barefooted and splashing
Your face, pure joy, your eyes animated, your smile so wide
And those cheeks I could tweak them right now
Is there any better sound than giggles and splashes

Autumn we would take long walks and picnics down in the woods
And sit on a fallen tree. We’d find ants and worms and spiders and rescue the most
Precious of treasures. Feathers, milkweed fuzz, acorns, so much
Bounty for the taking. We’d bring them home and glue them
On paper or cardboard or make touch books

Winter oh please let’s have snow for winter. Snowmen
And snow forts, snow balls and mmmm snow cream. 
I remember the look on your face at your first bite as
If you had just made magic. 

We read books by the fire, books and more books
Then you would touch my lips and ask me to 
Read one with my mouth, which meant to make
Up one just for you.

You have been blessed with intelligence
You have an uncanny ability to fix things 
You’ve never seen before
Your sense of humor can put me away
Until I beg you to stop
You have a sense of logic beyond your years
You will sit on the floor for hours and build block towers for babies
Most importantly my son
You have been blessed for an unquenchable thirst for God’s own heart

At eighteen our time together will be changing but sitting here
I remember the words from a book we used to sing to each other

“I’ll love you forever 
I’ll like you for always
As long as I’m living 
My baby you’ll be"

To Noah


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Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine


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A Sepia Recollection



Sitting here, on these old porch steps, that I have always known
A weathered stoop, with gray-painted floorboards
The creaks and groans, the flaws and chips, so familiar to my hand 

I've come to some conclusion,
and I'm surprised to understand, 
how well I know each board, each slat,
the shape, the size, the warps, the cracks 

each rusty nail, ....
but not the facts of you.  

Oh yes, ........I've seen a glimpse or two, 
in photographs, I have a few...

I see a robust man, in yellowed hues,  of vintage stock...
There's a house, a barn, where land is strewn with stones to move. 
You stand behind a horse and plow, in coveralls,... a mustache too . 

I do recall, so vaguely gray,  as gray as slats beneath my hand...
a jolly man, your wrinkled face, 
with a smile, a laugh, a loving way
 
A dream I have, or is it real?  
Is that me when I was two?  Sitting here, beside you then?
Or is it just my wish to know... more than just a trace of you?

I never knew the man you were, your hopes your dreams...  
the thousand schemes that brought you to these rocky slopes 
so far from where your hopes began
Where those steep cliffs rose and the seas were blue.  

Here, I look beyond these furrowed rows,...
where grasses grow in amber waves
and I ponder how it came to be....
that I am me,.... 
   who came from you;        

                a man I never knew. 

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(To watch the youtube video recitation:)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hF4GCLqf9_o


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Dead Birds

Standing on the broken cement of the back porch
silently staring into the skies
and talking to myself 
 
Fingers struggling to keep appearances 
windshield wipers across my cheek
watercolors gone white
 
Flippant, fanatical, furious
patient, protective, passionate
trying to love the beast
 
Sending dreams to the clean ears of the open air  
returned quickly, clutched in your mouth, crushed
presented for reward
 
Dead birds delivered to my doorstep 
my nature wants to heal them, bury them
yours waits and wags its tail


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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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Interwoven

Place your head on my shoulder,
let it stay there
and we'll just breathe
together
in
...and... out

Inhale positivity,
exhale negativity-

Pluck the sadness from the air,
unravel that ball of worry...
We'll find that knot
that started it all,
untangle it, 
and wave ribbons 
in the air

We'll let those colors swirl
around each other,
we'll blend them...
then weave them

into a tapestry

that comforts us 
in the end

Doesn't matter 
at all
if it turns out
 too short

Our lives
are full of tangles
anyway,
a lot of thread
out there...

So place your hand in mine,
let it stay there,
and we'll weave
together
...in
...and... out...






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Wounded

Come and gone like small twister like the cloud of debris he’s left. Echoes of Charlie Brown’s buddy Pigpen blow through the cobwebs in memory. Left over coffee cups replacing Transformers still dumped in the attic. Reams of knarley skateboards, wheel-less, lay in piles like so much unburnable refuse. The obligatory hugs and peck, over and done the never paid chauffeur collapses… Ah, to have him always near, So, each kiss was not quite so dear. The last fair maid on parade has wandered across the home front, wondering about her predecessor, still tacked with magnets to the fridge, still part of my heart and his… Sons…they say, do not cause such angst. Couldn’t prove it by this mother. This maternal blimp of unused helium was not permitted a girl child. One did come and fleetingly leave before formed. We’ll never know the sweetness of her. Let the image of his manly self disperse, this son.. into the mist as his Father’s has… to be remembered again, only in times of need, his need, for to do anything else, would be to rub salt in an open wound.
Poet: D. Guzzi *the day after Christmas


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Fractured Family

broken families like fractured glass scattered, sharp edges cutting, bleeding once-perfect images of harmony now lives severed by pain mom at one end of the boxing match dad on the other side torn children shuffled in between into a holiday lens they once smiled picture-perfect family greetings discarded in shards joyful season ends


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The Mirror Of Time

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this 
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959.  It 
was the same month, November.  I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had 
been then.  Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a 
few minutes."  I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before 
Thanksgiving.  I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years."  I got this strange 
look from her but she didn't say anything.  Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of 
myself in the hall mirror.  I was so young.  My hand immediately went to my face and I 
stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with 
you today?"  Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's 
your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?"  She and I sit down and talked for 
hours.  Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw?  
I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!"  Again another strange look 
from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959.  I wept and 
they all looked at me so strangely.  I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for 
hours.  Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did 
you have to leave us in June?"  Again I got strange looks from everyone.  My tears were 
falling.  I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've 
missed you both for so long." Strange looks again!  They didn't understand because to them, 
it was just another day in 1959.  The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending.  I 
got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I 
said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time, 
another place."  They didn't understand.  I stepped back through and my reflection was as it 
had been before.  Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84.  I said, "Mom, do you remember 
the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day 
together?"  She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about 
it.  It was as though you had amnesia.


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The Embrace of this Child

There is no hint, that this child of three
Could ever comprehend..
With his unknowing, smiling face,
With that cowlick in his hair, freckles here and there 
Who takes the air from my lungs with a glance
Skin glistening, pink and rosy from the sun,
As he comes bounding through the door,
Mud on his small shoes and face
Without an inkling or a trace..
Of any clue of the pace 
Of my heart beat,... how it swells
The way that my arms would wrap around 
His small body so tightly, that he would gasp.
This well of love that I feel....

    But of course, I don't squeeze so tightly.
      I must hold my love for him
        With more restraint,
          Keep my arms encircled in a more gentle embrace,
             For he wouldn't understand how much love
                His sweet presence stirs up the air I breathe
                   This child, this precious son of my daughter
                      Will never know the joy
                          He has brought into my life






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Grandpa's Study

The room is still,
Quiet but for wind and rain
Making music on the windows.
Empty but for endless shelves
Of leather-bound volumes -
The first editions you loved so much.
The desk is weathered, coated
In a film of dust.
The chair is old and worn,
Tucked in just where you left it.
I can almost hear it creak
Under your weight,
Hear you whistle in that absent way.
I can almost see you there,
Hunched over creased pages,
Reading Keats or Blake.
I can almost smell that familiar scent
Of fresh soap and musty books,
Of spices and cigar smoke.


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My Heart Stopped Beating

Laying her back on the wall of her prison
Why was it different
It hurt more
Shocked more
Chest heavy
Grief affecting her
This terrible ache consuming every pore
Harder to swallow
It was him she's sure

She loons at me
I know the look
She's hiding behind the sofa
Saying he's been back banging on the door
I know it was the tumble dryer upstairs
Her eyes are bloodshot
A beautiful bright blue bloodshot
Wide as fish eyes
She's been pacing all night holding a knife
She's holding an umbrella
I took the knives last time she cut her wrists
She's in torn clothes as she tears at her flesh
I feel my flesh tear
That's her last nice dress
No longer nice but torn and red
I give her trousers and a belt
My own only just brought
They drown her
At least she's covered
She says he's been calling her all night on the phone
I took the phone when she smashed it on the wall
I try to think of everything
In the bathroom there's hair in the chipped shabby sink
She's been pulling it out by the roots
I feel my scalp it's sore, alien
I feel everything
I removed the scissors when she shredded her scalp cutting her hair off
Saying this is why he had her
Her long golden hair
My hair
Lithium pills
In the cabinet, too many
Too many pills
She should of taken these

She calms
I calm
Promising to take her pills, begging don't send me back to hell
But at the secure unit she's safe 
I'm safe
Says she'll have a bath and 
be better tomorrow
She's settled, I'm settled
So I leave
I'll come back in the morning
I sleep soundly
First night in months
The morning light gives me slight hope
I can't remember this feeling much

I hear a crash 
I run
I'm taking too long
Kicking the door in
I thank God for kickboxing
She's swinging from the oak beam in the ceiling
My belt around her neck
Juddering
I look for a knife
I look for scissors 
To cut her down
Cut me down
I look for a phone to call an ambulance

I feel my body juddering
My heart stop beating
The belt
The new belt
I hadn't thought about the belt


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Maps

This map has grown lines,
deep creases, curled corners,  
since you've been gone.
Tear-stains and fingerprints
mar its wrinkled pages like scars,
mocking markers 
of where you've gone.

Mum's face has grown lines
around her mouth and eyes
since you've been gone.
And each sunrise tallies the days, 
fading the map's mosaic of colours 
as time fades the memory 
of your silly smile.

This map is a liar:
It tells me you're nearby,
only a page-length away.
But an entire world separates us.
Cities and countries and continents.
Rivers and lakes and oceans.
Land and sea 
have taken you from me.
And I want you back.


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Barricaded Babies

Nightmares tore her sleep with unseen teeth.
Her small thin legs in constant cramp from dream running.
She was only a child, but not the only child,
beside her, across a gap of oaken floor, in a matching bed I slept.

Whimpering brought me near,"Tell me good things," she'd say. 

"Make me sweet dreams." And I would snuggle her close.

"Warm, small, cuddly kittens," I'd chant 
and "chocolate bunnies to chomp."

The memories long gone, linger on. 
I remember her wet cheeks 
and sheets of woe night after night,
until the wee girl began to grow, 
to shield with the only things she knew food,
with food for thought and form sated
sleep came easier.

She grew through the nightmare of longing
our home, she grew to and past me
little mother, big mother,
she sang the songs of love to dolls,
to kittens, to stray dust-motes
and grew.

Too sweet to linger in the lost land 
where battles must be found and fought.
Too dear to go through life alone, 
need...garnered, family formed
upon the rack of sustenance
and the twist of genetic curdling's
she blooms still.

Barricaded at intervals from the nightmares,
cramped with too large a soul in too fragile 
a form, sister mine, friend of all.....


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Home Of The Hang Man

Home Of The Hang Man

The children are so full of doubt
No one is allowed to speak
No one is allowed to shout
Opinions are driven underground
Seems that every time they do it wrong
Always been the same old song
Never get it right
Never allowed to speak
Never allowed to fight

It’s a strange house
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house

The kids just don’t understand
They don’t see that this is the way it’s all been planned
Keep them frightened is the game
Then all those “other” things won’t need to be explained
Why is big brother always mad
Why is younger brother always sad
Why does he sit in his bedroom all alone
Because it’s a strange house
And not a home

It’s a strange house
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house

Everything they do or say
Is turned into to a weapon to build upon the barricade
And Dad pretends he’s not afraid
Of the sudden discovery of suffocated memories
The dark deeds linger in a cage
Of ridicule and violence that makes the babies cry
So Mum has buried her suspicions worryings away
In Sunday lunches usual farce
A make believe gathering of corrupted loving and pretended merry making

It’s a strange house
The kids are so full of doubt
A strange house




Big brother hit the self destruct
With pills and needles long before he decided he was gay
No one ever asked him why he was so mad
And  no one ever asked why younger brother was so sad
He sits up stairs in his room 
Surviving in a sea of doubt
The suffocated memories have all come out
He’s always sad and he’s always alone
The babies to they both have grown
But he doesn’t know them anymore
It’s been so long since he left that so called home

It’s a strange home
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house

Their children are so full of doubt
Brought up and made this way
All their futures turn to grey
As all the buried memories fight their own way out
Remember why they always felt so wrong
Remember what happened when we were young
And mother just closed her eyes she did not help
All the future turns to grey
Brought up and made to be this way

Father was the hang man who took their lives away




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My Children

Love that is fragile as a butterfly, that lands in your palm, with a glittering of color, and with trust that you will care. Allowing them freedom to spread wings in the air. When they are desperate for warmth, a heart staying open. Closing a fist, a soul will be broken. Caring enough to keep open hands. Waiting and watching, as love only can.


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Unshed Tears

Slice me with your tongue,
Razor blade wounds,
To suck out all my poisens,
Sweet lonely lullaby,
Accusing eyes of sadism,
Picture perfect prodegy, 
My Deadly Sin,
A bitter taste of arson,
Burning in my vital organ,
Your the pyre that burns away my mortality,
A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley,
A shadow of Death stalking,
With odd angel like wings,
A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine,
My Oblivion,
Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds,
Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven,
Cocain Addiction,
That Drip of Drugs into your system,
Intoxicated blood stream,
I'd rather not dream,
And instead get lost within - Your paralysing,
Your Paralysing, Brain lapse,
Your moving too fast,
Stay slow and dreamy,
Dancing silhoutte,
Like a burning forest fire,
Pain throughout my veins,
Ravishing and Beautiful,
A voice torn from my throat,
Dying joyfully,
With my last sight of you. . .


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My family is everywhere

My family is everywhere like wild seeds sown
On the whim and bluster of a wind
Some left for Cuba before the revolution
Bring green stalks of sweet grass to sugar
And are still there, root sunken in the earth
Grafted branches without memory now
Or recognition of ancestral home,
Separated by language and new history
Thick as the depth of our watery boundaries.

Some in Panama built the canal, but no bridge
For home when their meagre cents were spent
Too soon. I met a few with little knowledge
But no anxiety for early morning mist of blue
Over the mountain, looking still to see them
Coming home like birds when summer is done.
Some went to Venezuela to see the oil
They said was black as Africa in the new world
Brazil: there football is more than economy
Gladiators: bloodless troubadors of the new army 
And many drifted into the squalor of Costa Rica,
Nicaragua, Ecuador, searching for light
Amidst old civilizations brought to ruins
By Conquistadores majesty and Roman might.

The only one who report are those from Canada
Is it because of the language, because they proper
As they do in America. Is there nothing in them
That longs for home, to leave the Mexico to her Aztecs
Her cactus lace with golden strands of sun.
When I was in Germany, Austria, France, far away
As Holland, Rhine and Danube linking invisble
Heritage, I met them, distancing the old decay
"We are thinking to move to Taiwan or Japan"
They told me, poverty does make a barren land
So I understand the boat people, not lying
Like Columbus, they seek the same treasure
And yet for their truth reap some displeasure.
I could package it for them to sell, but cannot agree
When the wind rattle the wattle of desolation.

My family is everywhere scattered like wild seeds
In fresh forests fretting with the burden of the wind.


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Love from our son....(his poetry)

note: this lovely poem was presented to my husband and I on the day of our anniversary, 
this past November (Thanksgiving weekend). 
hope you won't mind if I share...written by my son Scott   (we are blessed)
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"ONCE UPON A TIME"

It said, as I sat by firelight reading
In the eve of a long, full day.

"He was not the son of a king
She was not the daughter of royalty
But when they were in each other's arms,
He was a prince, she a princess.

It was a small cottage,
Not a castle, no towers, no servants
But there were two who
Adorned the walls, planted the garden
Warmed the rooms,
Created a home.

Some days the storms would blow,
And beat upon the home
That was not fortified with stone.
But as the two held on to each other
The walls held fast,
And indeed grew stronger with every storm.
And together they saw many rainbows.

Along their path, children were born
Three, young and strong
Who played games of their own making
And grew
Not by nanny or boarding school master
But by the love that filled their home.

I did not read of captains of battle
Or regents,
Or a princess in the forest
Waiting for a magical kiss.
But I read of heroes,
And sacrifice,
And courage,
And love.


And they lived happily ever after".....


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Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


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Afraid Of Love - For A Friend

I understand 
Truely I do 
You forget dear friend, 
I am in fact like you. 
I was once afraid, 
and if truth must be told, 
I continue to be afraid, 
even as my Darling and I grow old. 
We each have our own hopes, 
and with each soul comes individual dreams. 
To find someone who is compatable is a terrifying thing. 
But no life is a waste, no presence is less than the other, 
your co-ed was wrong, as was my mother. 
I understand your fear, 
I once drowned in it myself, 
running away, pushing away help. 
I wanted to be touched, 
I wanted to be loved, 
but It was like a fire, 
so beautiful I was afriad I would burn. 
You must swallow your fear,
wade into the water, 
once you find your own Dear, 
you will calm and know that there is no other. 
It wont come at first, 
its a gradual thing, 
but when you feel that tug on your heart, 
do not cut the strings. 
You dont just hurt yourself, 
you hurt those that care, 
the ones that dream, to be in your air. 
Open your heart, 
and be not afraid, 
soon it will come and you will rejoyce in the day.


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BROTHERS

           I awoke to a memory that asked to be felt through the emotions of 
An early rising seeing boys playing in the park without wondering
                  about the meaning of life because at that time life had no 
 meaning only to be lived and enjoyed in the moment
                   And I wondered
Was it better then as a tear climbed downward on the lines carved deeply in a 
face that had
          Seen so much and loved so fervently
                                 Those days when a sandlot became an arena and the ringing 
of laughter echoed
Through a neighborhood
Where there were skinned knees and sprained ankles but hearts were left
        Unharmed and the gladiators had not seen 13 yet
While skirts were still a reason for giggling and it was more important to reach 
first base from the hot corner than it was
                To acknowledge her smile because 
We were warriors with a common bond
                                                BROTHERS




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Found Love

When first I came to know this world, my eyes were young and hurt,
And O're the years I came to know, the expression in my heart,
I fought my way through love and pain, through heart break, and much worse,
Until one day I found a man, who could love me at my best and worst,
He would drive me to the point of insane, yet bring me back to laughing tears,
He could make my eyes weep in shame, yet hold me close and i would heal,
18 years, it took to know that I would never leave his side,
For when I was born I knew this man; Inside my soul, the knowledge survived,
I found him after 16 years, And knew I loved when i reached 17,
Now the age of womanhood is apon me, and if asked Ill respond,
it is his wife I shall gladly be,
Sweet eyes so young, but aged too,
my love today, I explain to you.


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THE OVERINDULGER

Upon testing the waters they spring to life,
Always over indulging,
Never being able to say no,
In complete denial about the situation.

With a captive audience they perform for all,
Extracting laughter,
Arousing amusement,
While some find their performance appauling.

But still they continue to entertain all,
With some "funny talk,"
And a "funny walk,"
Their vision is blurred, so they can't see.

That people are really laughing "at" them,
For lack of talent,
And not knowing it,
Honestly speaking, you feel bad for them.

When gently told to sit this one out,
They're livid, or
Blind to the fact,
That they're embarassing, themselves, and others.

On the other hand, When they're not drinking,
They're different,
More recognizeable,
They're people we all know and love,.

Feelings of guilt and embarassment surface,
The next morning,
I know,
For I've just given a vivid description of me...


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Immortalized

In an effort to immortalize you,
I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf
and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils.
I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings
still quite attached to tame bumble bees
hovering in obedience and formation in the sky
I built a piano from felled red wood trees
and carved your likeness on each key
which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish
I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest
and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots
and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea.
I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back
'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments
flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life.
I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind
while I wept and flooded each street with the depth
of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet.
I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes
her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age,
and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab.

You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes.
You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens.

You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.


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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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F With My King

 Iight, this is a responce to two other raps. First it was my friend. Then his friend and then me. 

Funny how momma and daddy gave you every line you ever spit, 
get a real job stop pretending you a real spic, 
Wanna F*** with a master you gonna get eliminat-ed. 
This nig knows how to throw down 
Real Queen ill put you in the ground 
think you can spit but your just a clown. 
Swear you gonna school 'em 
B**c/ you know im gonna rule em. 
Show you how to do it right put down your 3 inch 
aint got nothin on my knife. 
Baby Queen see my name in lights 
im tha cold in tha night 
F*** with my King and you'll end up on ice ~


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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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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


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Don't leave me hanging

 Don't leave me hanging sis!


I came out of nowhere with an agenda on the mind
Joining the soup to be near my favorite love
a game I did not plan to play
Until he called upon the first round.
giving it my best shot
Then came round three and more. 
The poets here I started to explore
Not taking my poetry seriously
The writing just happens naturally
now I see why she visits everyone at the soup.
My sister who puts on a show with words
Is adored by her very own group
the Destroyer was my pet name 
She gave me when I was young
So envious of her, I broke the head of her only dolls.
using her poetry was the way she tortured me 
Inside me, she bestowed a poet of mischief
Now I like to tease everyone mind with words


I hate this poem..... Lol..don't read it... It was a joking way back then


(((for contest**Leave me hanging)))


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Soul of a Daughter, Life of a Stranger


Yesterday when I stood before him, he spoke my name
Today, I still stand, but the floorboards are cold
and he no longer knows the color of my eyes. 

With each spoonful of the steaming grey I lift my arms,
Up, then down, again and again, a repeated motion – weeping,
My arms are trembling with the weight of the spoon
that holds in its cupped womb my raw, injured soul.

Father, I say, in a voice cold from straining not to break 
I prod away the soup dribbling down his chin, gently.
The wrinkled hands are limp at his sides, lost.

What should be mad and free is caged within me; fluttering
feebly, thumping about in a circle of broken pieces
The look in his blank eyes has labeled me a stranger
But when they are closed my name is written on his face.


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Special Love


They are special 
With a love essential
They and only they are endowed 
With the amazing biology of giving birth 
And the natural ability to breast-feed to satisfaction 

They are special
With a love essential
They and only they are the world`s 
Mothers and grandmothers and sisters 
Who can care and love better than a mother?

They are special
With a love essential
They and only they have love that knows
No time, hardship, distance, disability or old age
Because a mother`s love is the epitome of perseverance 


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Before I go home

8:00 am

I listen to hums of 70 degree air conditioned whispers.

Playful, chirping birds swing across damp meadows
Under humidity’s gentle fog

‘Tis a silent morning, 5 days in the making

A gentle reflection upon my minutes,
Absorbing breaths of home

So much laughter
So much joy
So much food

Even a miniscule side of frustration’s true colors,
Amusing attempts to sludge my momentum

My friends made themselves known.

The others become answered insignificance.

My beating heart couldn’t be more grateful. 

My pupils reflect upon final nights’ splendor,
While they write lessons upon life’s chalkboard

Fury of Salsa & Disco beats
Pulsate across my spongy cerebellum
Holding hands with my Mother in proprietary motions

The whites of my eyes become silver injected pools of serenity.

What more could I ask for?

I listen for 8 & 4 year old footsteps to silently speak
Exacerbated adoration, filling my smile with electric permanence

In these silent, reflecting moments before I pack my bag, my soul’s window
Prepares…

…I await aromas of a Puerto Rican brunch
Before I go home

I await touches of a gentle waterfall against my cheek
Before I go home

I await exemplary wishes from roots of family tree to return tomorrow
Before I go home

And, after these shedding tears & resilient smiles are embedded within,
I await the reckoning that will shake foundations into Ionosphere grins

When I
Return home

8:30 am

©Drake J. Eszes


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Heaven's Delight

When God made you my little
Grandson, he told His Angels to
gather around.  This little baby I have
made is heavens delight, which brought many
smiles to their beautiful glowing faces.
Then the Lord said, every once in a while,
I make someone very special and this little guy you
see before you, is one of the special ones.
He shall bring happiness and so many smiles
to everyone he meets.   This child will have a
mighty heart as big as can be and will touch
many people lives.  I now send him to the earth
so his family can love and cherish this little
guy, who will be a most tender and beautiful
child.

Written 6-7-11
For my precious Grandson
Brandon James Birkenstock
on his first birthday
June 10, 2011


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A Word

My son,
This journey begins with a step.
always remember these words I told you
they will be your guiding light in darkness

My son,
Do not slumber with your two eyes closed,
When you own a pot of gold
The eyes of traitors are watching.
The storm might be uncontrollable
But always listen to the desire of your heart,
Its sighs are the ultimatum of success.

My son,
Do not yield according to the desire of the body
It will take you to the highest mountain
And thereafter, a big fall.
Do not call your friends traitors
You never know if they are truly for you.
If the World turned against you
Don't be dismayed
hold on to steadfast love

My son,
Do not spit on those guiding hands that ratify you
they are those sent from above to lead you
Do not engage in a battle,
You never know what will become of you.

My son,
Do not listen to the words of fools,
They will sting you like scorpions.
Do not yield to their advice,
You will get drowned in their foolishness,
And stabbed by their expectations.
Do not accept their gift,
You will get entangled in their deceit.
Do not listen to rumors
They are created by your enemies.
If they ask for forgiveness,
Always look at your back.

My son,
I have seen things,
I have heard words,
They were mine, but now your possession.
Listen to these words 
They will make you grow in wisdom.
Listen to the stars,
The sky is more than your limit.
Abide by these words,
They will make you a leading light.

My son,
Cherish these words of wisdom,
And you shall be the canopy of the cloud.
Meditate on these word,
And the moon shall be your stepping stone.


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RIP Heath Ledger

You've portrayed the lives of many
A soldier, a son, a dad, and the enemy

Who I ask, shall portray your life
In a story to reveal your demise

The Big Screen carries your legacy
Your family keeps quite a memory

Her Daddy she can always see
By watching his movies on T.V.

Such a talent you beheld
Quite a story to be a tale

"Why so serious?" as Joker will say
One of the favorite roles you play

Far to young, to go away
May you rest in peace where you lay

A knight in shining armour you'll be
When again your face, your family will see.

for Chriss Matt's contest: Gone too soon***
hope you enjoy...LOVE Miranda Lambert, A.K.A *Randa*


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Surfing On Sine Waves (A collaboration with Phong Phuc Kama-Nyugen)

Brain-Rose opens up to morning rays,
as neurons grab boredom,
hitting stormy water,
surfing on sine waves
until the oscillating surge abates.

  Crystalline clarity of calm
  shines through polygon windows in the sand-
  shoreline stretches beyond the eyes
  reflecting flickering flames of candles
  breathing in a secret oxygen.

Never claimed to fully understand you-
fell in love with the images blossoming in my mind.
Did you ever figure out exactly what I meant?
Hope I still touched some eternal part of you
as you stumble through polygon windows in the sand,
surfing on sine waves.

  Don't you remember?
  I know you better than I know myself.
  When the smoke cleared
  you were the only one left standing
  amongst the damage of centuries;
-(still trying hard to cleanse away the stains)-
  your eyes climbed deep into my soul
  and I knew how we could never turn back.
-(my closet is filled with dancing skeletons)-

I know you better than I know myself,
like a signpost offering clues and directions.
The others turned on us;
the others failed,
becoming shadows of their former selves,
empty dry husks blowing in the wind.

      The ones who want us back

               pushed us too far away.

The ones who want us back, pushed us too far forward.

          We can never go back

       to those times and places, having changed beyond recognition.

                   We can only push forward

           sucked out by the tide

                pulled down by the undertow

  moving along with guiding currents

           until we finally find a shoreline that fits our needs

        and fills our souls with the nourishment we crave.


  We must continue stumbling through polygon windows in the sand,
  surfing on sine waves in the eye of the storm,
  watching ourselves become reborn over and over again,
  watching each other move beyond the borders of dreams.

             The ones who want us back,
             pushed us too far away.

                    The ones who want us back,
                    pushed us too far forward.

                        
      So, we grabbed boredom and pain,
      stumbling through polygon windows in the sand,
      surfing on sine waves in the eye of the storm,
      waiting for the oscillating surge to abate,
      waiting for future horizons to break through this mist.





**This is a collaboration written with: Phong Phuc Kama-Nyugen**


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Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


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Four Little Words

The buzzing wakes me,
The intercom.
It's the family.
We take off her coat,
Her little scarf and mitts.
She climbs in beside me.
Snuggling 
Cold cheeks,
Little blocks of ice
Against my body ,toasty warm.

Shall we play?
Out comes Big Ted,
And the favourite book.
I read.
Big Ted looks on.
We sing twinkle twinkle,
Big Ted dances.
We sing again, Big Ted claps.
We take a bow
And we laugh.
I read again 
From the favourite book.

Two pairs of eyes
Sit entranced.
One, brought into reality
By the imagination of a child
The other pair locked into
A world of fantasy.
Warm, safe,
Wrapped in the arms
Of family love.

We sing again.
Big Ted is tired. 
I am tired,
The family see.
It's time to go.
We put on her coat,
Her little scarf and mitts.
Little arms hug tight,
Baby soft lips plant
A wet kiss on my cheeks.
And so her warmth leaves
With a wave of the hand.

I feel a familiar chill
Of emptiness descend
Upon me.
Then a new sound.
It carries through the letterbox,
Ascends the stairs
And reaches right 
Into my heart.
Just four little words.

I love you Nanny.


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The Wooden Swing Set

Quiet and still now.
The swing occasionally catches the air.
The tire never moves. 
There’s no one there to care.
The jungle gym beside it is played with by squirrels.
The sand box below holds creatures quiet and shy.
Tiny plastic men are lost in the sand deep below.
A metal car is with them, once favorite of them all.
Leaves stir in the clubhouse, with spiders in its loft.
My son hadn’t played with it for a long, long while.
But I hadn’t noticed while he was here running in the house.
And now when I see the Wooden Swing Set…
It’s connects with my empty heart.



A touch of Empty Nest Syndrome brought this poem to me.


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A Beautiful Reverie

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


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Don't Leave me Hanging sis

 Don't leave me hanging sis !


I came out of no where with an agenda on the mind.
Joining the soup to be near my favorite one
knowing she is not hard to find
a game I did not plan to play
Until he called upon the first round.
giving it my best shot
than came round three and more. 
The poets here I started to explore
Not taking my poetry seriously
The writing just happen naturally
now I see why she visits everyone at the soup.
My sister who puts on a show with words
Is adored by her very own group
the Destroyer was my pet name 
She gave me when I was young
So envious of her, I broke the head of her only dolls.
using her poetry was the way she tortured me 
sitting me down while she read me her stuff.
Inside me she bestowed a poet of mischief
Now I like to tease everyones mind with words


I hate this poem..... Lol..don't read it... It was a joke way back than


(((for contest**Leave me hanging)))


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christmas is

christmas is  being whith  family and friends
christmas is give and share
christmas is forgetting bad things
chrstman is with family who love you.

be leanne christian


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Apparitions or Dreams

 
Clinging to his pillow
     Wondering
Would he ever lie beside me again
     Praying
Miraculous recoveries can come to pass
     Hoping
Finally sleeping, albeit brief
     Succumbing
Bright light filled the room
     Glowing
In the mid of night she sat before me
     Comforting
Clad in the pink dress I’d bought for her burial
     Speaking
“Mother, I miss you and now my husband
     Dying…”

     “Dear daughter, I’m watching over you
     You coped when I died; you’ll survive this too
     You’re not alone, I’ll make sure you get through
     Just remember I’m always here for you”
 
Just five a.m., but the phone
      Ringing
Alone, the vision gone,
     Hearing
“We’re sorry, but John passed in the night”
     Weeping
But feeling mom’s presence still
     Encouraging
Made a move to another state
    Struggling
Years passed, more obstacles, a fiancé drowned 
     Yearning
Tossing, turning and finally
     Seeing
In the mid of night John sat before me
     Comforting

     “My darling, I’m watching over you
     You coped when I died; you’ll survive this too
     You’re not alone, I’ll make sure you get through
     Just remember I’m always here for you”
 
Were these dreams or spiritual apparitions?
When trying to survive under adverse conditions
I feel no desire to seek “rational” explanations



*For PD's "Dreams" contest


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Quiet Attention

Together we would whittle sticks while chewing juicy gum We would find a place to rest beside a river green and wide The skies were blue, and tall grass would grow, and brush against my knees Where willow trees, and dusty trails and nesting squirrels would hide With tackle box on summer days, we sat in lazy pose With fishing poles, and cheerful hearts, in willow covered coves It mattered not, no lad was I, ...a girl is what he got And he seemed quite glad, to take my hand, and help me hook the bait I'd toss it in, against the wind......and sit awhile to wait It mattered not, if fish were caught, the waiting was our friend The sun felt warm, his voice could charm, and worries all seemed gone Curiosity of my tender youth, this world a puzzle, vast I would ponder things, and pick his brain, with many questions asked This kind old man, with gentle patience, and a quiet ear to lend Would tweak his mustache, and kindly hear me, without a word to bend While deep in thought, would listen well, and continue with his task As if my words were meant to hold, and mattered more than gold He'd try to find an answer, with his wisdom from the past With satisfaction we would whittle sticks, yet carving so much more When shadows fell, he'd take my hand, the young one in the old And head back home, as sun goes down, from lazy river's shore Those fishing holes, are idle now, too soon the autumn fell Although I tread the shore alone, I clearly see them all
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Life Story

I was beaten
With a belt or a hand
Time after time
When I supposedly did wrong
They never warned
Just did
They don't care
So why should I
This is my life story
And I've chosen
Chosen the dark road
They always pushed me
Told me to do my best
But my best was never goo enough
They beat
They yelled
But not once did they ever think
That it would effect me
From 1-13 I have no recollection of happiness
There's a gap of where my memories should be
This is my life story
Cut short


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Promised Land

                               Hoist the sails and head for the west
                           Sail me away from this Godforsaken place
                                  Away from poverty and hunger
                                   Atlantics unpredictable anger
                                     Waves foaming intensity
                           Can not stop my journey towards the west
                             Navigate me west to the promised land
                               Hoist the sails and head for the west

                                                  Split yo sail
                                              I see land in sight
                                           My family I left behind
                              To seek my fortune in the promised land
                                     My happieness I never found
                                         The light keeps me alive
                                      The light that never goes out
                                 Love for the family I once left behind
                              Must be expelled by my survival instinct

                                         From craddle to death
                                             My fate is sealed



Just a few thoughts about how much millions of emigrants had to sacrifice for a better life.
Some managed to be reunited with their families again..while others met their fate along the way


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Jamaica IsLands

Sun blazed;
Crystal clear
Skies, sparkle
Diamonds of
True beauty bliss...

Jamaica Islands
Exports with "JAH LOVE",
NO DISCRIMINATION.

SO Break-Out the tanning-oil
and beach towel kick-off 
your shoes, let your
Hair down N' hang- loose...
For awhile.

Take A swim to refresh 
Your mind and feel relaxed
Sand tickling your toes.

Peacefully and Enjoy Life:
For "JAMAICA ISLANDS IS;
HERE TO STAY...." WE ARE
ALL ONE BIG FAM AT JAMAICA 
ISLANDS!!!"

Written By:
SWEET N' SOUR= CARMA

06-24-12


A Tribute to a great poet n' writer:
RICHARD PALMER        THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT
                                        SOUP " FAM" TO THE END....

Entered in contest Letting your hair down
Sponsored by: Yasmin Khan


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Onion of Passion - A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup

Onion of Passion (A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup)

Start with an idea
Start with an onion

Onion on a cutting board
Onion from the crisper drawer

Drawer of firm vegetables
Drawer of future soup

Soup to feed the poet’s soul
Soup to cure the common cold

Cold days feeling uninspired
Cold nights feeling over tired

Tired of the same same same
Tired of this empty feeling

Feeling compulsive
Feeling hungry

Hungry for a poem to come
Hungry for some hearty soup

Soup flavored with Whitman’s marrow
Soup that starts with his sort of rawness

Rawness of starchy emotion
Rawness of aromatic images

Images of stiff green celery stalks
Images of bright chunked carrot snips

Snips sautéing in olive oil (dash of salt!)
Snips of memory softening

Softening and blending into metaphors
Softening with those onions now translucent

Translucent as distant dreams
Translucent as childhood kisses

Kisses snuck behind the bushes or
Kisses from great grandma

Grandma gave this life recipe
Grandma said to let things simmer

Simmer with love like chicken stock
Simmer then add the bag of herbs

Herbs are like adjectives
Herbs like just the right verbs

Verbs of action rather than being
Verbs like heat and sear and cook and flavor

Flavor the soup
Flavor for sharing

Sharing ourselves
Sharing is why

Why we cook these chunky poems
Why we cook anything

Anything at all
Anything  with passion

Passion and heart
Passion pulsing

Pulsing…
Heart…


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Tumbleweeds


Memories tumble through my mind, some, missing for a while.
I try to fill in the blanks. Others, I sweep into the corners.
You know, the ones that are easier forgotten.
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds.
I take snapshots of the cherished ones, giving them a home
before they blow away in the savage wind.
"Did I tell you my mom liked to dance?"
"Yes", I remember.
I hear the music, her long hair bouncing with each step.
She doesn't dance anymore.
Moments gone...memories fleeting.
"Did I tell you my dad played drums?"
"Yes", I remember. 
I hear rat-a-tat-tat in my head.
I used to sing at the top of my lungs while he played.
He never seemed to mind my shrill, little girl voice.
I miss him, I miss his drums. Music is not the same.
I close my eyes and another memory blows through spaces.
My brother is racing his bike down the street FAST.
He is about ten, all legs in his shorts.
"Where are you going?" I call after him, too late.
He is gone and I wonder if he was ever here.
Some do go astray I remind myself.
Missing memories...missing love.
"Wait, come back", I yell. I'm still here.
Ruminating, I ask myself if we ever know the ones we love.
No, not really. I remember.
Frantic, I reach for the tumbleweeds.
I reach for my two earthly fathers who are long gone...
I see them. Then, they blow away, missing again.
I chase them futilely. The savage wind still blows.
Across grains of desert sand, I will never know why.
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
March 2, 2012
Second Place in Chris Aechtner's Let the Masks Fall Contest




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Complete Isolation

Am I man or ghost?
Am I mortal or apparition?
Questions or choices
or entwined reality?
For a state of confusion
sleeps within my fiber, and
slowly rips asunder, the final
sliver of my contemporary humanity,

Sunrises and sunsets go unseen,
as I fully embrace my departure
from time, human contact, and connection,
with a creative conviction and devotion
to my only passion as an excuse, a deceitful
reason to shelter myself from the tender
moments that keep emotions empowered
and empathy evolved,

Yet truth is untied by introspection,
and as I analyze, I accept reality,
Seclusion has become to me, the 
fruit that protects the emotional
body but imprisons the loving mind,
and by this bittersweet conundrum,
I am bound and devoted to this ambivalence,
by the mere comfort and promise of
being content,

And by such a promise, I have
personified my fear of emotional
agony, yet tamed its risk with the 
fierce whip of isolation, thus the shame
and allure become as one, And as I
lose who I was, and tolerate who I am,
my disconnection from humanity
hurts those who care, yet keeps me
safe, with ink as my final outlet,

Still, as I sacrifice need for need,
I am not the one who still suffers,
Those with hearts that beat for me,
have become victims of my seclusion,
and I ache for them, but less and less
with each breath, For my isolation
continues to force its fee, and I notice
only after it is taken, and as I see their pain,

Only my thoughts are heard, my wishes
important, and my contentment decreed,
And despite visions of tears and sorrow
that were once my salvation, Now, I 
only look away, and remain a willing
prisoner in the sweet self shelter, of
the nothingness I show, and will one day
feel, without rue...


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You, I, We, They

you, I, we, they
stumble, betwixt
with words-
creative minds
hands write
muses mystify
searching, finding 
expressing in verse 

then you, I, we, they
read, critique
poems delightfully
but a few may
tongue waggle
insinuatingly
eyes close
to those that do

but many, many
PS-ers, I we, they
Thank You PD for
running contests
challenging minds
critiquing poems
sharing and being you-
a true blue PS family


For Linda-A's contest, 'PD Poem (Any Poem Written Or Dedicated To Me'


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Flowers die,Pictures fade

I wrote this in memory of my uncle.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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


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

                                                   MAY 28th 2012


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Surprising Kindness

I came upon an old man,
A homeless, wretched soul.
He looked so sad and helpless,
In his hands, he held a bowl.
He was propped against the building,
So, his weakness would not show.
He saw the world through glasses,
With hair as white as snow.

I heard my father whisper,
As my eyes filled with tears,
“One need much more than money,
One needs his loved ones near.”
My father loved his family,
Does this old one feel the same?
With my father’s soul beside me
I asked the old one’s name.

His name, he said with feeling,
Was lost with all he owned.
A thief assumed his identity,
Then, all he had was blown.
His wife died in December,
The vulture, then closed in,
Pounced while he was grieving,
Then, his life changed again.

I gathered the frail body to me,
Spoke kindly, acknowledged his need,
A home and a heart full of loving,
My family would plant the seeds.
Love is the first to be planted,
Followed by trust in their care.
My father’s spirit surrounds us,
His example taught us to share.

The old one lost all his pallor,
With love and trust he gained
More than he ever hoped for,
Another family, who gave him a name.
Grandpa, we decided to dub him
As we fought for all he had lost.
As he won the last legal battle,
His life was the price that it cost.

The old one wanted cremation.
My mother did not and she prayed.
Next thing we knew came a lawyer,
And the Last Will and Testament played.
My mother, for once, became speechless,
And I drew in no better air.
Grandpa was there in the picture,
Leaving us undisputed heirs.


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The Price of Love

One day I birthed you into this land
We watched you grow as we held your hand
You sucked your fingers during those years
Then you brought your parents many tears

I cried because I didn’t understand
All these hardships were not in my plan
The choices you made were not just for you
They affected the family too

I vented with friends for oh so long
One day I began writing poems
Poems I wrote came straight from the heart
I wrote about you from the very start

Night after night you would stay away
Deep down in all I could do was pray
I would walk the floors night after night
I learned my son was no where in sight

What did I do to cause all this pain
Why was my heart feeling all this strain
Mom didn’t tell me of these sort of days
I guess this’s the price that love pays


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You're Easy to be Proud of

You have grown to be such a man
yet, I cannot help but see the boy in you
you are my Son, who wears many uniforms
as your father, I cannot help but be Proud,

I see you march in the Orange and Black
your new horn, the one you have polished to a glow
every step you take, Orchestrated to perfection
with every note played, My pride, Crescendo 

Then, you have worked hard, and Matured
a letter arrives, Office of the Governor, the Man himself
an invitation, Ambassadorship, a Musical one
Travel Europe, Summer next, Seven Countries

A Father, busting with pride, Why? I'll tell you!

        Because, " Your Easy to be Proud of"

Yet as proud as I am, there is this other Uniform
the one you wear with Honor, Duty, Love of Country
the one with Medals, Braids and Epaulets 
the one with a special pin, a hometown pin

Five Stars Golden, enveloped by Black and Orange
Tenne' a Chevron, a Chief, a Ring of Life
of the First Argent, A Scroll in Black
an inscription, " Classis Adhaereo Adstringo"

A Motto, In Latin, ascribed by the Navy
for Five hometown boys Lost in War
of how they lived and died " We Stick Together"
Albert,Francis,George,Joseph and Madison Sullivan

In that Uniform, I see the Man, not the boy
I cannot help but be caught, in solemn thought
This Man, with Anapolis in sight and mind
on this, the Eve of the 9/11 tragedy and War

That solemn thought reverts to Sacrifice
the Sullivan's sacrificed,9/11 over 3000 sacrificed
all did so,willingly or not, for Country, for God
I think you have foreseen Your Destiny, Your own

Josh, whatever Uniform you decide to wear,
whatever path, you may choose to walk
I'll always Love you, Be there for and with you
and be So Very Proud of You, Why? Because!

             You're Easy to be Proud of! 


             With all my Love.....Dad

Copyright 2011 Richard Pickett


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The Storm

There is that moment that you know the storm is coming
You can see it in the eye's of people you know
Feel it brew in everything around you
The storm is in the air
 
It comes with only one objective
The objective to destroy
To take what was and change it for ever more
Sometimes completely whipping out what once existed
 
Trying to save some things you start to prepare
Removing any place that it could get in
Moving valuables to safe places where they are out of reach
Also taking shelter waiting for impact
 
After some time the storm passes
You leave what you thought was a safe place to see that everything is gone
The storm has done what it came to do
Then moves on and starts all over again
 
You are left with nothing but a shadow of what you once had
Rebuilding is the only move
But nothing will be as strong as it was before the storm
No matter what you create you will never feel at home
 
Left to wonder the days away
Thinking back to the days before the storm
Wondering if you could have saved anything
To wish that the storm never was
 
It comes with only one objective
The objective to bring on change


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Two Women, Similar Yet Different

Two Women, Similar Yet Different




Educated yet could not prevail,
School of hard knocks,
Similar Yet Different.

A lavish life yet unfulfilled,
Appreciative of what life brings,
Similar Yet Different.

Ignorance lacking accountability,
Responsible yet naive,
Similar Yet Different.

Egotistical taunting artfully,
Craft fully expressing discontent,
Similar Yet Different.

Crocodile tears yearning notice,
Noiseless hiss of strength,
Two Women, Similar Yet Different.




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L O V E - 2

Could YOUR Heart, hold all the TEARS; that Life has shed in LOVE
Would YOU Gallantly suffer, Sorrow, for the Memory of Eternal LOVE
Should YOU empty an Ocean of Tears to revive YOUR Everlasting LOVE
Does YOUR mind Reminisce, about the First Kiss, igniting the Flame of LOVE

                                                   To Be Cont.
           With LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER, YOUR Liege…HG
             Dedicated to all the Inspirational POETESS’ and POETS
                               My POETRYSOUP FAMILY 
       Special Thanks to Shannon Deane for Her Gracious Comments


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Cornflakes, Crosswords and Coffee

Cornflakes with honey and chilled little feet
from drafty morning windows and cool tile floors
sits next to her grandfather to listen 
as he tells stories from his days in the war.
 
She watches him lift his ceramic brown mug 
with steam like silhouette hands reaching his face
the black brew smells of warm summer soil 
so she leans over and asks for a taste.
 
"This drink is for the adults, dear, you're much too young,
the flavour is too bitter and strong for your tongue."
 
The aroma mixes with newspaper and aftershave
she stares at the mug's water black and mysterious 
then rests her little head on his sweater to watch 
as he marks letters in the crossword with eyes so serious.  
 
Memories of breakfast together are never lost 
feeling safe and calm and completely at peace
they live in every sip of her morning coffee 
with cornflakes, crosswords and chilled little feet.
 


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Spirit From the Past

As I sit upon the cloud, my sister SPIRIT, we shall call  ----  “ ALWAYS “
Visits : bringing Her inner Soul with Virtue of  the Heart  ----  FOREVER
 I believe I know YOU from “ Yesterday “  Please help me --- REMEMBER
As She spoke : the Lyric of Her voice : brings memories   -----           I
Envision YOU “  my little Sister ’ Long ago Lost in LOVE; in  ---   LOVE
Through the mirrors of YOUR EYES : Brother, Sister : Me and  --  YOU
Loving Parents , from a Time in History :  where my Heart is of   ---  MY
Searching Soul, “ alive comes the past “ :  growing up with MY   ----  SISTER
Together we speak of “Forever LOVE” with an opened Heartfelt  ----  SPIRIT
As we meet AGAIN in Time KNOW ALWAYS that I LOVE YOU  ---   L Y N E T T E 

     Dedicated To My Kindred SPIRIT Lynette Chachere  “ Spirits Together “


Author’s Note : The origin of  “ End Line Word “ Form Is a Dedication Where the
Vertical Line is the “Dedication” and the Body  “ IS the Why “ Thank-YOU to all 
Who have Supported Dane and I in Our Endeavor To create a New Form of POETRY
Dealing with Honor to Each Contemporary YOUR Participation Is Astounding ALWAYS YOURS…
HG


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Haibun

Cigarette burns dot the seventies green vinyl chair and a floor television doubles as a table with a lamp and figurines. A six foot two inch three hundred pound strong man made the small room look like a doll house. I watched Big Daddy roll Prince Albert in a can on cigarette papers many times and he was precise, meticulous to make sure not to waste his precious costly addictive indulgence. I got the nerve to ask if I could roll a cigarette this evening and to my surprise he let me despite mawmaw’s protest. I was able to roll the paper without spilling a leaf he smiled and I felt I had accomplished something great. Life is simple in the summer time world of leisure and no school.  Big Daddy stayed outside from dawn to dark and worked the fields of corn, beans, tomatoes and okra. His old John Deere tractor made a "pup, pop, pup" sound when he drove down the road to our house. I could hear him coming a mile away and ran out to greet him. He had an idea that women were women and men were men when it came to working and he didn’t allow a woman to help him with the dirty work. A woman was to have pretty clean hands and delicate pale skin in his mind. Any other man said that to me I would give him a verbal lashing. But I overlooked Big Daddy’s faults he had a kind heart and never wanted to hurt anyone. He was generous in trading his vegetables and harsh if someone hurt his family or tried to cheat him. 
Sunday morning he rested and put on a suit and went to church never did he have his bald head uncovered except in church. He had a dress hat for Sunday to wear on the way to church. I miss seeing those fancy hats and suits. A third grade graduate knew how to dress and respect the lord better than any college educated wealthy man. He wouldn’t smoke at the church out of respect.
     Respect left
     With the man’s dress hat
     Equal rights


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I AM ALIVE

I AM ALIVE!

Your mistake, my creation

In truth I am just speck  

Flowering obliviously in your gut

Does that mean distraction?

 

My heart now beats

And I bear fits filled with my future

Waiting to be unleashed to the world unknown,

With my eyes wide shut

I imagine you to try and picture you

I hear you speak, I hear you laugh

Isn’t that the perfect lullaby?

 

My legs kick hard but you try to hide:

One night’s extravaganza

All under your T-shirt

Like it’s all in a day’s work 

Don’t you want me mommy?

  

I am the gift you never asked for  

But then life is to die for.

How I wish to write to Santa,

Have him deem my innocence

Before he awards me with my gift

I get life for Christmas? 

Afford me the chance to be!

I am alive I breath through you.


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Swimming With Ava~

Sinking pearls of stone, in an obligatory skip
before the plunge
Haloing the horizon in silver riddles
and the earth is still.
No tides to bite the green watered breath.
No new moons eclipsed by the earth's turn to greatness.
And we laugh.
Laugh in salty brine and cosmos air.
Following the stone's tunnels in a dive into the blue.
Capturing smoothness of hair and palms.
Breaking the evening ocean floor in rhythm
as we catapult to surface calm.
Silver tipped fish wings scatter in water rings.
Algae backed hermit crabs skitter on crackling legs.
And we are the epitome of glee tonight with a fist full of ocean
and two thirds of a wish never ending.


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The Mother's Day Ant

On a hill, by a pond, by a tree, in the woods,
underneath a shining sun, tucked away and overlooked.
There stood a line of ants that had come from far and wide,
and with them each, a flower, for the Queen perched at their side.
what a marvel to the eye, to see the colors in a row,
from all creatures, save for one, who held fast close a pebble.
The other ants were curious, and some questioned the motive,
still, he had no taste for Daffodils, Tulips, or Roses.
This pebble he clutched closely was by far the least impressive,
no unique shape did it take, and not two colors caressed it.
It smelled of nothing special and lay heavy in his hands,
and the steps he took were short within the long parade of ants.
But no regrets had he, and no doubt would strike his heart,
for he would proudly shield his prize from rain, and light and dark.
And thus, the day arrived when it had come, at last, his turn,
so there, before the Queen, he laid his offering to her.
The Queen looked down upon the gift, then quietly to him,
she asked what had he brought to her and he returned with this;
"My Queen, it is a symbol, and no ordinary rock,
it is the ground, of which, I worship, upon which you walk.
It represents the love I have for you in its stern face,
though one color it contains, that color will never fade.
It will not dry and crumple up or ever blow away,
it shall stay for generations, and endure and not decay.
-and I know I'm one of many, but I’m grateful just the same,

my dear Mom, my Queen, my highness; 

have a Happy Mother’s Day!"


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Treasures from my Past

Treasures from my Past

In preparing for the yard sale, I gather all my junk,
I wade through the mass of items from decades before
From furniture to dishes that have sat down in my basement
And I realize that my past will be pushed outside my door.

I pick up a box of Royal Albert dishes from a dusty cardboard box,
Carefully removing the yellowed newspaper that wrap each plate,
Displaying the majestic burgundy strip with 24k gold filigree,
Rediscovering those joyful feelings that seem to calm and sedate.

Long before the death of my parents and my only aunt,
These plates graced the dining room table at all family celebrations.
Oh the food, the smells, the faces and the happy times,
These plates bring back all the best and warmest sensations.

With so many items to keep, each item with its own meaning,
The Royal Albert plates unpacked, finally get moved outside at last,
To ease my mind I think about the happiness that they can bring,
More happy memories for others, can be made from these plates of my past. 

 
 


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Dear mum

Dear mum

I’m sorry faith didn’t give us
Much time together
For I long
Every time I sit at a table
For your delicacious
Meals

For every time I see 
A mother and child
I can’t help but wish
It were us

Every time I receive a hug
I wish it was from you

Every time I pick up
A picture of you
I wish you would talk to me

Every time I pick up
Your clothing
I wish I could see you in them

When I close my eyes
I see your face
Smiling at me

When I look in the mirror
I see you staring back at me

When I listen
To the song of the wind
I hear a string of your voice
Lingering

Of course
 I love these things all
And treasure them
But I’ll also like to
Have the others

I’m selfish
And will love to have 
Them all
Everything you is 
Always welcome
I’ll never run out of space
For you.


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Illegal

I climbed over trepidation
poverty's barbed wire night
torn by your prosperity
my one change of clothes
thirsting for a drop of civility
on a deserted desert road
Scorched by hell’s kitchen
fed to death’s desiccate dawn
I swallowed shards of sunshine
pride's perilous knives
for one chance to be an American
to provide for my family’s illegal lives
My eyes staggered with exhaustion
my ruptured lips too foreign to cry
I kissed a picture of my children
the withering smile of my loving wife
wondering if anyone would tell them
I died drinking liberty's light


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GRANNY

On hearing your death
What creep in my head was
Akon's Pot of Gold
Its melody within heart
You have served your purpose
So Rest in Peace
Born to Love
But it enslaved and betrayed
And onwards you pressed
Your foils nurtured your old age
As strong as you were
Your battle on the thin line
You won hands down
I admire You
Last week I saw and greeted 
You were fit
What an awesome recovery
Indeed your Maker wiped your tears
But now it is finished
Well done
As a kid I run onto your bosom on visits
Then rained on me praises
But I lost contact
Next I saw you on life’s field of war
Then despised, not long
I grew wise to know
For with time all will grow
Was in turn and showered care
Hope you recognized
Thanks for your Blessings
My half seed of lineage
May God lay you to a Peaceful rest
Where Love will search to find you
Your foils cry
Swollen red are our fragile eyes
Thousand thorns within our hearts
Pain abounds here
May your Spirit comfort us
Smile down once again
Smile down once again
Memories well built would be well kept
Strong willed, Religious, Grateful 
Lord we are thankful
Yours forever
A Single Parent's sweat lay to Rest in Peace.

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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Saved My Life

I went back into that dark, dark place 
Were demons dwell 
And 
Lives are taken away
But
Through the pain 
And 
Through the tears 
You were there and kept me near. 
You saved my life by loving me; 
Your silent strength was the key. 
Gentle touches and silent words 
Let me know that love was the cure. 
Depression is my evil curse, 
And 
When it planted the seed of death
Your love washed it away 
And
Gave me the strength
To seek the help I needed to keep it at bay. 
I’ve walked that dark path so many times 
I’ve done lost track, 
But 
Things have change 
And God’s given me a special tool 
To help me through, 
I have you and Joshua too, 
And 
Rooted deeper is the knowledge 
Both of you want me to stay a little longer. 
So like a drug addict that has lost their way
I start the road back to brighter days,
And
There are not enough words to say
I Love You 
In every way 
And 
May God bless us ever day.


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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                     
                    and even bigger brown eyes


smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 
                        *smile*

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
           
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*
                  --wink!--


I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
    
        even when she is no longer little.


She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.


My almost-nine year old girl
 
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
 
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.


You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles


I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.


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People have lost sense


By evening five we started ,
Our christmas shopping activities. 
My wife on the lead, her purse full.
Me appreciating her choices elegantly;
Kevin, Andrea supporting my task ,
Our activities ended by nine.
tired we, wanted to sit and relax,
“How about a cool drink? “, my wife.
“Yes, Yes, we should “, I replied.
We walked in to a hotel, lights dim.
Seated we happily, bearer so quick ,
“Four royal falooda “, my wife.
“Da a jungle story”, my children
At last, I got a lead role to play, I thought .
“You know nothing to make these kids laugh”, my wife,
She started narrating a jungle story with expressions!
my children started listening, I too!
Royal falooda came. 
I asked bearer not to disturb. 
We got in to our world,
My wife,” Once upon a time a fox and a stork lived in a jungle”.  
I said, “might be near a lake”
“Yes, yes”, my wife.
“They were good friends. But the fox was very selfish”, my wife. 
“Could be like me”, I said.
“Yes,yes”, my wife.
 My wife, “One day he thought of a plan to tease the stork”.  
“Could be like you”, I said.
“Shut up Da”, my daughter.
“The fox invited the stork for lunch”, my wife.
“I know this story”, screamed my son!
“Go ahead, go ahead”, my daughter.
“The stork accepted his invitation happily- 
and reached on time for lunch”, my wife.
“Poor stork”, I said.
“Now the fox played a trick and presented -
food in a very shallow plate”, my wife.
“Poor stork”, I said.
My wife, “The fox finished his food in no time but- 
the stork was not able to have his food at all”.
 “Poor stork”, I said.
my son started laughing noisily!
My daughter too joined him.
I struggled badly to appease them.
 My son said, “Da, I too couldn’t have my falooda at all”.
we were offered a small plastic spoon!
falooda was in a narrow tall cup!
We know not, but we were struggling
I laughed at my wife. She was awe struck!
I said coolly, “I never follow etiquettes",
I threw the spoon and drank the whole falooda!
My children followed me.
My wife threw the spoon; screamed, “Idiot”
She was firing the bearer.
I was laughing silently.
Nowadays people have lost sense!


written on 15-12-2013 for the contest "Any poem #5" by Poet Destroyer A.


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Yellow



____________________________________________________________________

Her bedroom was a sunny yellow
The paint reflecting her charms
She woke from slumber smiling
with enormous baby grins that greeted each morning

As she grew, this sunny disposition
came from her soul
As much a part of her, as her arms or legs
As sunny as the yellow curls that crowned her head

Her whims, could be soft and delicate,
like holding a yellow duckling in the palm of your hand....
but, most often, giggly and playful, and filled with mischief
like sharing yellow buttered popcorn with a friend, 
while tossing some in the air

Her heart grew like a little flame
growing brighter with every year
Her eyes would shine, like stars that twinkle in their mirth
and matured with kindness, soft as a pale yellow rose

The sun seemed to follow her radiance, a glow from within
She could warm a room on a cold day
A ray of sunshine, like the daffodils, born to lift spirits and bring a bit of cheer

It is no surprise
that the grown woman she would become
would bear a sunny little boy
with yellow curls, and a beaming smile
            who lights up my life
               who sits in the glow of yellow lamplight
                    who draws pictures of a big, fat, happy, yellow sun
                       with his favorite yellow crayon
                          and says to me.....
                                           "Will you color with me, Grandma?...
                                                   Which color do you like best?"......
                                   
______________________________________________________________________
For my daughter...who is the sunshine of our family...


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Home

Serene and breath taking.
I close my eye's and what do I see?
Those blue Kentucky hills staring back at me.
The wind singing through the trees.
The murky lake water cold on my toes.
Soft blue grass beneath my feet, tears fill my eyes.
I am home, I am free.
Take a deep breath of that fresh country air,
dazzled by the wild stallion dancing throught the breeze.
The rain pours down like crystals from the sky,
caressing each petal to an orange glow as the sun slowly fades.
Music and singing  picking that guitar,
dirty jokes while the bud light quickly disappears.
Loving laughter over an open flame,
fresh fried cat fish and peach cobbler are to blame.
Look around everyone is here,
good laughter, good times, good cheer.
I close my eye's and what do I see?
My ole Kentucky home staring back at me.


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I Have To Forgive You

-to my mom... inspired by Nathan Fehr-

I have to forgive you
For what you have done
For what you didn’t do
For leaving me in gloom
Leaving us all wondering
If you would ever return
I have to forgive you
Because you can smile away everything
Because we need you
And love you
Sometimes I know 
That you would have stayed
If it weren’t for God’s intervention
You would have stayed with him
If you hadn’t been thrown out
And abandoned
We were your last resort
I understand
I do
But that doesn’t mean I am not hurt
I forgive you
For the worst and for the best
We are blessed
To have you back
Though we will never truly understand
What made you leave us all behind
I guess you really loved him
The loveless … I understand
You wanted to make someone happy
You wanted to fill that empty void
But by doing so
Others had to suffer
But you didn’t want us to suffer
You were just tired of it
Tired of doing everything
We were your last resort
We were abandoned
And you returned
With open arms
And tears of bitter sweetness
I have come to forgive you
Because if I don’t
There you will go again
Freed skyline pigeon
And I love you
So much
Please don't leave us
Let your wings rest 


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Greed and Deceit

Slowly you wind your net
Intent upon a snare....beware
Slyly he comes interest he feigns in your day....
He comments on the weather
While your feet are fixed in a snare

His two edged sword is placed for a quick kill
His mercy is protective of his time
For time is money!!


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A Rising Son on Christmas

Eternally waiting for the second coming 
a mother's heart flutters weakly, slow snow fills the dreary sky
the cars snake hypnotically forward twinkling red and gold lights
the sky is full of travelers hoping for a soft landing    mother's heart flutters
slush streaked and faux-fur wet, bedraggled entry to the terminal obtained
terminal, once inside the reality of the name  brings clarity to the wait
the stale high rise air twitters with sparrows, I perch as do they and wait
plastic benches hold little Christmas cheer, the blackboard rolls 
flight 231 from San Francisco    mother's heart flutters  DELAYED
Starbucks may be the only star in this evenings sky
french fries grease the tile floor as a small child feeds the birdies
Deck the Halls blares fresh from the can, a longing for cotton balls rises
Soon soon I will see him again, the only egg we'd put in life's basket.
The Black board cycles and flight 231 shows NOW LANDING
a mother's heart flutters    scarf and glove in hand  the gate exit sought
Like action figures each weary homebound traveler springs
into the waiting arms of Mother or Father or the total gaggle
of loved ones squealing and waving their arms
mother's heart flutters   home, home again,     my son.


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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my daughters' teens


i know someone was holding my hand
the day i reached into the fire
the day i helped you climb out of the pit you had dug
i know someone was holding you
the day you scaled the wall to reach me

your sister katharine underneath
pushing up before it would all erupt
her love for you has always been deep
one and one makes two and i was three

yes it took all of us to hear the flutter of wings
the powers that be 
help those who help themselves
our angels never gave up on us
stood at our sides
saved us because we were worth saving

i never underestimate the power of angels
i thank them every day

thank them for ali for kat
for as long as i have a breath left to breathe
thank the angels for my amazing daughters
thank the universe for our special bond
and always alison
and always katharine
a fathers joy a fathers love and more

every pore of us
still always one.


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You're Growing (for my daughter)

And how each day I wake
You take from me a little more
Than I have to give…
And how I’d give you everything
In me so willingly.

I watch you sitting at your table
Playing with your toys
Watching the television
Rubbing your feet on the floor
Hair a tangled mess.

I wish William and Myrna
My parents; your grandparents
Could have known you
Or felt for just a second
How it feels to love you.

When I watch you run
Or we play ‘Tag’ and you call
Me the monster, fleeing
Running as fast as you can
And the sparkle of joy in your eye…

Every time we play
That silly old game
I find it harder and harder

To hold back my tears
And yes, sometimes I have to 

Turn away from you
Because I haven’t the strength
To hold the tears back.
I get embarrassed and I wipe 
Them away before you see them.

It’s great being a father
Watching you grow
Hearing you talk
Seeing the world through
Your eyes.

When we go to the park
This afternoon
I will thank God for your happiness.
I will thank him for your life.
And I will likely turn away
To wipe away 
My embarrassment.


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Life's Model Role Is To Be A Good Role Model

While I may never be remembered as a trail maker,
I most assuredly mark the trails I follow.
Even when void of conscious effort,
As footprints indent wetted ground,
I leave tell tale signs of having been there.
The innocent may follow me because I'm trusted,
Some may follow out of love or respect,
Others, like gulls following a trawler,
Await some tidbit that I might cast aside.
But whatever the reason,
It behooves me to acknowledge,
That many are the eyes that scrutinize my every move
And perhaps, even though uninvited,
Unfamiliar names and faces,
Have taken temporary refuge in my shadow?






















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Separation

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



Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved


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Do you care???

Do you like destroying our family?
Do you enjoy tearing us to shreds?
Or are you too prideful to care
Too ignorant to change your ways

I know full well that you don't regret it
I know that you don't mind hurting us
Satan has a tight grip on your heart
And you don't even think twice about it

How I want to speak out to you
But alas I am too young
Believe me, you wouldn't listen to me
But I'm wise enough to know what is wrong


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UMI my mother

Umi ... queen of hearts! Nature's rose. Giving me life's inspiration everyday. Upon your head I place crowned jewels.  My God .... blessed me with my mommy! Champion in my eyes... won deaths fight just to stay with me. God blessed the surgeon's hands who repaired your heart. My momma... here for me daily! Royalty gave birth to 3 Sarah, Latoya and... me. Momma ... there's nothing on this earth I wouldn't do for you! Praising the ground you walk upon and so does the concrete springing flowers at your feet. My mommy! Stronger then a force in the universe because when odds raise against you God has you in his best interest, granted another day of restoration! Mom... no words can describe this dedication! I just want the world to know that you are my everything, my soul motivation! Mother Earth to a nation. Happy Mother's Day!


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Childhood Treasures

Entering the cave of a wide open mouth
Pulling on the slippery uvula 
Reaching for the nasal cavity
Taking a breath before leaping for the eye socket
Where I view the world that plows the field of future

Then taking dirt road veins to a house on 123 east Sycamore
          Where Under the bed in my room is a cranial box of treasure
                Opening the box exposes the parietal cortex

A single mother loving four children
A family of five on welfare
A mother in and out of the hospital
A ten year old boy visits mom on Sunday
       A confused orphan on Monday
A mother enters holy sleep at thirty-five years of age


I love you mom 
My son KJ often asks of you 
As I close this box and return to the dirt road of veins, now paved 
My moist cave will echo, only the love of a mother





=======================================

I miss my mother on special occasions in my life, and often wonder what things would be 
like if she still lived? However I have been blessed to have known her and I live a 
prosperous life for which I'm thankful for.....


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Tick Tock

To all of us
Who have lost someone
To all of us who have lost something
A void, emptiness
A feeling of the no more
And nevermore
To those of us
Who never got a chance
To say I love you
Or I’m sorry
Or I care
To those of us who thought
There would be a tomorrow
Or a next time
To those of us who wish for yesterday
To relay the feelings of today
I say this to you
Do not wait for tomorrow
For what can be said today
Do let pride steal your chance
Do not dream of what you want
Do not wait for anything
To confess what you want to say
Tick Tock
It’s a race against the clock
Time is nothing but a fuse that burns
Convey your thoughts to those you love
For otherwise an empty heart yearns
Empty and unsaid
Thoughts of love
Fall silent upon the ears of the dead
Think about it !

Eric (and sometimes not)


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" IKE and JANE " --Sequence 3 "Old Geezer's Garden"

The name's Ike .
Some a you met me and my wife Jane,
We got us a good life, can't complain.

To the kids, I'm an old geezer round here,
I think it's funny , they don't mean no harm,
I likes ta watch em, and have me a beer,
Work in the yard; Jane calls it my 'lil farm .

I been around a long time,
But ya know, it's still me inside this old shell,
This old body shell is wrinkled and baldin'
gray haired and achin'; I really gave it hell.
Though ya know, inside, ...I'm still really alive!
Funny...I always think I'm about thirty five !

Anyway i'm gettin off track. 
Sometimes I gotta find somethin ta git me goin',
so I head out to the yard and start ta hoein'.
Ya see I got me a 'lil garden,
sometimes, I spreads manure in,
   ...(beggin' your pardon)

You see ,in a special sorta way
each plant needs good care.
Some stay outside 'n grow on the rungs.
Some shoots I wants in the green house,
ta help 'em grow and tend to the young.
Guess them plants is like people,
Some praise God under the sky'
some prays ta Him under a steeple.

This ole garden been through alot.
She been through four hurricanes in her lifetime,
and one year,...a twister just missed her.
I've always liked it out here.
it's a special place to me,..very dear.
We sometimes walk out here, me and the Mrs.
We smile and call it "the old geezer's garden".
Then we get us in a few hugs and kisses.

My old garden been around 
a long long time, but she's still alive!
Some folks ask me how old it is,..
and I tell 'em...oh..'bout ...thirty five...
      
 

see you folks next time.   " nite nite darlin."


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To Weak To Cry

When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry


Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest


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Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 


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Seven hundred wives

Here I am,
man

From where
the soul reading
did ask ?

Trace me...
this pinkish soul,
with
straight
and twisted blotch
of hair;
from Adam
fool !

Then Solomon did love,
at the least,
seven hundred wives

From about this,
condemned world,
I did come


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Hovering

How many have ever heard the song "Somewhere in Time?"
       It's a song with only music and with no words or rhyme.
 "Fantasie Impromtu" is another one written by Chopin?  
       Also a song of rare beauty without words thrown in.
These two songs along with "Moonlight Sonata" were played by my son.
       He's an acomplished pianist who can play most any run.
He played these songs at my funeral last week.
       Don't be shocked all you people keep on sitting in your seat.
You Poetry Soup poets who are sitting there reading this write.
       Yes you!  Don't turn around and look behind you or look to the right!
Do you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now?
       Well! It's because of me! I'm hovering over you somehow!
No don't look!  You won't see me. 
       My spirit is floating above your right shoulder freely.
I'm watching you read your poems.  Did you get some good comments today?
       Yes I saw where you wrote that beautiful verse, and that nice display!
You deserve that nice comment.  How about your soupmail?  Are there very many?
       Did someone tell you a secret?  Remember!  I won't tell and I know a plenty!
I've been watching you on Poetry Soup for hours writing your poems that rhyme.
       You're writing about love and mysteries, about cat tails, building spaceships and rhyme 
        time!
You're writing of happy new year, time warps, romantic longings and betrayals and how do 
        you do it,
       One of you says your poems are like children to you, one writes of beautiful women 
        with wit
And one of you even wrote of hanging berries!  And all of these wonderful poems I've read.
        I have hovered over many of you and you never even knew I was dead,  
Such wonderful talented writers we have on Poetry Soup. 
       Everyone writes his own style that belongs to this group.
So take heed when you sit down to write a new rhyme.
       And know that someone's watching you write all this time.
And when you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now.
       Well!  It's because of me!  I'm hovering over you somehow!


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David

David, you mean the very world to me and more
Can you forgive me?
You brighten my days when I am low and dead
And you listen—you always are there to listen
Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder
You comforted me when I was scared to death
Of the demons…always watching…you were there
Watching over me, scaring them away from me
You save me by being alive and who you are, David
Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame
Because there are few that listen—few that listen
You draw the poisons of my pain clear out
And you let them sink into your own skin
You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out
I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown
I’m selfish and rude, and I always ignore you
And for ever doing that, I hate myself
Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up
I’ve been a selfish bastard and I hate me
For never giving you enough love

David you are everything to us all and more
Do you hear me?
You are so uplifting to all of those around you 
You are selfless—so incredibly selfless
And in the silence you lifted me high with praise
Because I knew you would always be the one to give it
Never was there a day that you didn’t believe in me
Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin
Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining
Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back
And I never saved you! From all the loneliness
I never thought of you! I was so selfish
I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory
You are amazing in every way
Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be
I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life
But now I ask for your forgiveness
Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow
I’ve never hated myself more than tonight
But I will never, ever say goodbye

*for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he’s been having some tough times. Thanks. *


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My Grandma Smelt of Peppermints

My Grandma smelt of peppermints. 
Her kitchen of boiling bacon, 
and margarine - it was always steamy 
and 'welcomingly' warm. 

The bathroom, off the kitchen, 
smelt of carbolic soap, and a layer 
of talcum powder dusted the cupboards 
a reminder of its liberal use. 

The garden, with a greenhouse, 
had a glorious array of pinks 
and Sweet Williams - it was always summer: 
no winters here, always sunny, as I recall..... 

The old corrugated air-raid shelter, 
above ground now, was a haven 
for childhood, childish games. 
It smelt of paraffin from the heater. 

My Grandma smelt of peppermints. 
She would lick her hanky and 
wipe my mouth if it was sticky 
from the gingerbread she'd made. 

My Grandma always looked the same, 
never younger, never older:- 
her memory etched in my cerebral 
photo frame as I remember her ........ 

smelling of peppermints, 
fingers deformed with crippling arthritis, 
but smiling, wiping mouths, cooking, 
or sitting in her little garden in a floral dress..... 

She's been gone for thirty years now, 
but still I see her there. 
I see the  tissue filled pockets in her 
'pinny'and the pin-curls in her hair. 

Yes, my Grandma smelt of peppermints.........


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Wisps

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

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


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The Fire 1

The  Fire


For  centuries,  it matchlessly stood
This Nair baron’s mansion made entirely of wood,
Which but carried a curse from  an old woman, or  worse,
From the chief carpenter who was sort of done in
By the landlord with whom he had a run-in

Till, one day with the rising  sun, the eldest of the sons
 Soaked a brand in kerosene and the set the edifice on fire
Which burned for days  to be bemoaned  for decades
Hoping to end the in-fighting and tension
That erupted on questions of partition

Only to be followed by a long legal battle
And the family fortunes falling like skittles.


S.Jagathsimhan Nair,
19 apr 12
For Rick Parise’s  “FIRE” contest
Ps: The first curse was from a poor  old woman.  One of the trees used for the construction was hers. It was forcibly felled against her wish. So it carried her curse. The second was from the chief carpenter who those days fixed the location of the proposed  house’s  first corner-stone , which , according to the age-old science of buildings was believed to have a bearing on the fortunes of the land lord as well as the carpenter. In this particular case the landlord too happened to be an adept in that science. Out of some grudge, and enjoying unquestioned power, the land lord is believed to have forced the poor carpenter to fix a spot for the first corner-stone which would bring the carpenter death before the construction was completed. It happened that way in this case.


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Grandma Low's Doughnuts

In total darkness flesh rests
and at first light rises.
Sky blue eyes search 
bibles and cookbooks for direction.
Bless cheeks with pink powder blush.
Punch dough down.
Dress fingers in white flour dust.
Invoke a flame.
She commands all the elements,
motions us to stand and watch
at her tall stove-pot.
We peer over the edge
into galaxies of hot oil.
Planets pop and bob into life.
Aroma undoes us and
time floats hellishly slow.


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Ode to the Lineman

Pulled himself to the very top 
Looked over the world on high 
Felt the warm and stirring breeze 
falling from the sky 
Knowing this was how it felt 
to soar above the land 
To feel so safe away from things 
so free to be alive 
Yet down the pole we all must come 
to touch the very ground 
This is where we laugh and play
gives us what we need 
The loving smile of a young girl's face 
a women's tender care 
For up above the pole to fly 
is nothing but the air 
But on the soil we grow and live 
to reach out, to touch, to give 
So keep your feet upon the ground 
take a good long look around 
and see if flying above the pole 
isn't like living in a hole 
from where you never see  
the reaching hands pulling you down 
pulling you down to be


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A Nepali Dilemma

The swarthy young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.

The lightening stoked the day’s heat, 
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it. 

The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
of impending marriages, political, religious and of the heart;
one woman seldom fit all three requirements.
The wine flowed with the discussion.

Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.


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Belonging

The Sun

Belongs to the earth and 
                Moon
Empowering each with beauty
Never missing a day

The Sun

Casts pastel shades
          Upon the horizon
Revealing the fog's presence
    In the distant vale

The Birds

Each sing morn's song
A secret melody to each other
Mankind entertained
              As a bystander

Belonging

Each belongs to the other
        Dependent
A circle that can't be
           Broken

Belonging

To neither family
       separated
Unaccepted in family trees

Intwined

To a family
    Belonging
To earth, heaven, moon, stars, sky and 
    Sun

Belonging
          To God

Sponsor: Kim Morrison
Contest: Just Write
Date written: May 05, 2014


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Mother Of Light

You started as a droplet inside a shell, 
Warm, languid, liquid.
Now that safe harbour, 
Has turned you into a sea.
To create you, every wonderful thing I've thought, 
Every ray of light I've ever seen, 
Was harnessed in that single drop.
To nourish...to divide, 
Cell by cell
Pouring forward from me, 
Toward my ultimate worth.
I didn't know it, 
But until that point, 
My world had been flat.
You helped me peek over the edge, 
We looked into an unfolding universe, 
Then you jumped with me! 
A galaxy of light and giggles
Radiated through me, 
To get to you.
Spirit and Soul, 
Light and Hope.
You are so much more
Than an extension
Of my heart or limb.
I am, because of you.
You are, because of me.
Forever bundled in love, 
I get to be your Mother.


© 2012 
Ruby Honeytip


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Christmas Eve

She enters the bedroom and locks the door
A few deep breaths, a precious minute alone
She sighs, takes a moment, to unwind and restore 
A brief chance to re-group... refresh.., tidy her hair....
Her blouse has a splatter, ....what should she wear?
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she closes her eyes, with no one to peek
Lies back, her thoughts swim, ....how easy it would be to curl up and sleep...

A hectic day....they had arrived early in the morning
Like swarms of bees
Buzzing frenetically...dispersed quickly throughout
A tidal wave of activity,
A house, bulging at the seams..
Once again, home for the holidays
The brood...all her chicks and, and the cackle of offspring
Home to roost....

Beyond the closed door, the house is filled with small, distant sounds.
A clatter of dishes from the kitchen, oops sounds like something broken..
Someone is laughing.....someone else is talking politics.. 
Good smells of dinner, and bayberry candles scent the air.
Faint strains of music from the stereo,  Perry Como's joyful voice
One of the children is whining with a yowling fervor that her sibling has pushed her

Okay...time is up, ......she must check on dinner...
Turning out the bedroom light, stepping into the hall....
She stops,...hesitates just for a moment...
"Thank you, Lord...for these sounds, these smells, these precious moments....
Thank you for these many blessings....
Thank you for this most wonderful, happy year....

Thank You"....


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Fallen Sand Castles


 Hope built upon the sand
as castles before the waves.
 Heart filled with Puppy love
and hymns sung beneath
Daddy's watchful eye.

Nothing Holy remains
Happy a forgotten word.
Love drowned in Jack and coke
before he was thee years old.
No harmony in that  house
that house not a home.

Her health a poor excuse to stay
a good excuse to leave him home.
Praying no one would see.
My hand on fire as it closed
on the frozen food.

Filling my pack ~ without looking
Hungry doesn't care
as long as it's fed.
A starving beast~ wild
Anything a feast
after three days.

Afraid of getting caught.
Pride a terrible thing.
It always grows before the fall.
Tonight we eat like a king
in a land of milk and honey.
Pigtails and peas with rice.

Never knowing he knew
till the end.  ~ Grateful
that he understood.
wishing  I could change things.
Ashamed of my actions.
Sometimes sand castles fall.

Holding a feverish hand I
laughed until I cried.
I should have thrown down
that foolish pride. I could have had
steaks and chops too.

I still have the old key
He passed to me.
I hold it in my hand sometimes.
The old  freezers long gone.
I Hold on to  it remind me.
Sometimes Sand castles fall.

There isn't much a parent
misses. Hidden in our eyes.
Remember that and remember too
that The good stuff is locked away
But  that Daddy shares with all!







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Sounds of Memorabilia

My father and I stood outside the old farmhouse in which I was raised and he still lived. 
The black sheep had moved back in temporarily until I found a "handyman special "house to 
work on and live in. It was about nine thirty pm. and really quite peaceful standing out there 
with him. That felt good because if there ever was anything between him and I , it surely 
wasn't peace.
     It was quite dark as only the hairline of the moon's robust face could be seen bobbing in 
and out of a sea sparkling with star milk; which is what my siblings and I called it from our 
perch on that mountain in Vermont. That blonde hairline was occasionally being hidden by 
clipper ship clouds seeming to be sailing back in search of the harbor from whence the moon 
had shoved off.
     I could hear the chorus of crickets fading into background noise as the frogs filled the air 
with the rising stacatto of their incessant peeping. 
     My Father's voice broke the spell while he was taking it all in and said," I wonder where 
the peepers all went." What?", I asked. "You know , the frogs ..used to be you could 
hear 'em peeping all over the place at night like this. You just don't hear 'em any more. 
Wonder what happened to 'em." He was quite surprised when I told him they were still alive 
and well and just as noisy as usual. 
    That's the first time we realized the "old man" was losing his hearing. Soon afterwards , 
he got himself a hearing aid and the peepers came back for him. He was glad about that. 
Those little nature things made him very happy. I enjoyed that about him.


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Red Geraniums

She used second-hand water
Water that had first been used to scrub vegetables
   or rinse the dishes
And poured it over her red geraniums with loving hands
Waste not, want not...was her motto

In offering such hand-me-downs to her flowers
They cared not
For her own apron was a hand-me-down
Made from a worn-out shirt,... 
and simply told
    that she had learned to cherish what life gives:
        even the smallest things, had value....
           Her flowers seemed to know her gentle way, her tender touch...
You half expected that when she turned away
   the flowers would leave their place to follow her,
    the way the kittens followed from the barn
      when she came up from milking the cows

There may be other languages of love 
But these stubborn red geraniums would not die....they simply bloomed brighter


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THE RESPECTED POETESS

She is Poet Laureate,Honored   ESTEEMED     Among old , young on the    SOUP
She is a Mother of  Poetry, A    MATRIARCH   Looked up to POETIC         WISDOM
Elaine George  very special       POETESS      Poetry through  her pen       FLOWS
Poetess among  POETESS         REVERED      POETESS through and       THROUGH
Novice, Amateur, Professional   EMULATES                                               HER 
We read, see hear  feel her       SENSITIVITY   Magic of  HER feathered     QUILL
Her Poetic written knowledge     SERENELY        Flows through her Golden    PEN 

 A Poetess  so deserving of        OBEISANCE      Acknowledging  her       TEACHING 
Suspense, Love, Intrigue             FORMED         For HER  FELLOW             POETS

Elaine George Writing  Her          POETRY          HEARTFELT  POEMS         OF  LOVE
Poems that touch Your Heart       OFTEN           Exhilarate the mind’s       EMOTIONS
AWE wonder for the G O D She   EXALTS         HER GOLDEN  PEN of        FEELINGS 
HER Comments , Endearing         T H E            POETRY World  TALKS       ABOUT
No posted Haikus to short  ; to     REAL          I enjoy YOUR  Rhymes of      LIFE 
                                                 Y O U

                          A Tribute to the LOVELY  "LADY  ELAINE  GEORGE"
                                   Written For Christie Moses' Contest
                                     POETRY SOUP FRIEND TRIBUTES


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My Grandmother's Grand

worn glossy finish corners and edges scathed and torn layers of dust collected from the years keys played down and worn faint scent of old cigars accented with a hint of alcohol a beautiful melody slightly off tune vocal chords of an angel melodies unmatched even through the ages


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This Is My Line

Family is a noun,
One that connects 
Me to you.
Bound by blood
And DNA.

I looked up
To you.

I thought you were
My heroine,
Come to save me
From the aches and pains
That rocked me
To the bone

Far more than what was known,

To sweep me away
From all my
Nightmares and fears
	Monsters and tears
That were all too real
To deal with in the 
Daylight.

Let alone the 
Twilight.

You were a monument
Of beauty and grace
Strength and compassion.

Everything I could ever 
Hope to be.

But then 
I started to see
Past the cracks
Of your porcelain face,
Behind your false grace, 
Deep down where
You truly lay.

And I realized
How little I knew 
Of the true you
Besides the bad habits
That you keep
When you refuse
To eat.

And when I hear you
Scream and weep,
    Gone is the strength 
    You used to keep, 
As you try to 
Convince yourself
That her love is true.

Because you love her too. 

And I realized
Love is a verb.
One I hadn’t seen you
Act upon in quite
Some time.

Show me,
Don’t tell me.

Because as you claim
That you love me
And you love her too
There comes a time
Where you have to draw 
A line between
The word and 
The action.

Because you don’t 
Know me either.

You know I will be 
There at your 
Beck and call
	Wreck and bawl,

But you refuse 
To hear a word
Or try to see into 
My mind
The way I try to see
Into yours.

It’s not revolution
I ask for.
It’s simply evolution.

As I hear your cries
For help
I’m suffocating softly,
Because I know 
It’s not help you seek.
It’s pity.

And it’s a pity,
Cause I’m out.

Now it’s time for
The kid in me to
Grow 
Up.

You were once
My heroine.

Now I can see that 
You don’t even care 
Enough to be my
Villain. 


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The INDESCRIBABLE Design

Coated with a salient magnate garment of white The designs mimic her exalting name Rita Such healing balm decorated round her face Trying to rub it off should be added to your greatest mistakes She is Divine I call her mom They call her the indescribable design Magnificantly stronger than the man's race What a man can do, a woman can do better She made this an actuality form Nigeria to the world She is incredible, incontestable, incomparable, incontrovertible, and indispensable An incumbent of love Pass me not So beautiful, So gorgeous Charming, alluring, bewitching, enticing The notebook of mighty Happy the eyes of plenty that see Running on empty the ones that miss She is my beloved on earth and above What a PRODIGIOUS woman


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Emotional Bruise

Emotionally pinched
bruises the mind
blinds the eye from seeing
internal scars still bleeding
denial of the worst kind
feelings left behind
alone and distraught
in shadows of black and gray
surrounded by emptiness
.
Heart in shreds
gloom and dread
torn apart thoughts
doors of communication closed
beyond reach in saving
numb in soul
crying inside for help
prisoner of pain and hurt
trapped in confinement
of misery.


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Devils Blood

A tale of one mans rage:

I listen to shattered voices
and trembling fearful screams
rattling my inner conscious
corrupting once vibrant dreams

A stream of words trapped inside
left hidden for so long
escape with a sudden fury
in that moment I was wrong

The alcohol in my system
enhanced this primal rage
smacking her down emotionally
my actions very strange

Its like I stepped outside myself
watching this violence transpire
I only wanted to talk
but my actions did not inspire 

Physically I may have struck her
but I honestly don't remember
with the devils blood surging my veins
intensifying my temper

Now i'm filled with agony
and torment for what i'd done
now I must rise above it 
for my daughter and my son




For TA:
Dedicated to a wonder father who had finally reached his limit.  
After so long, and so much abuse, he SNAPPED...


JP...........7/10/06


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A Childs Prayer - God We Need To Talk

Tonight as my baby girl started to pray
She said God it's 8 O'Clock, 
And God We need to talk.
She said daddy help me pray, 
And daddy bow your head,
As we knelt beside her bed. 
she said God can you hear me?
Mommy always said you'd hear me,
If I would learn to pray, 
And that you would show me the way.

Well God I don't understand. 
Why you took my mommy away.
Daddy always says i'll understand, 
When I grow up some day.
She said God, you need your son. 
Well I need my mommy to,
And I know that my daddy, 
Would be happier with mommy. 
Cause daddy talks to her, 
And mommy's not even there.

God can you please,
Give my mommy wings, 
So she can come to see us.
She always kept our house clean, 
And God I know, 
She keeps your house clean to.
And God I miss mommy's big hugs, 
Daddy says your son gives hugs to.
So I know if my mommy had wings, 
She could hug me and daddy.

Well God I want to thank you,
For being there to listen, 
And God think about what I said.
And tell mommy that I love her, 
And God I love you to.
Oh just one more thing God, 
Help my daddy stop crying.
Thank you God, Amen, 
Then she turned to me and said,
Goodnight daddy, I love you.

I was still on my knees, 
Beside my little girls bed, 
With tears running from my eyes.
I gave my baby a goodnight kiss, 
And said sweet dreams baby girl.
Then I went to my room, 
And kissed my wife's picture, 
And with tears in my eyes,
I knelt down to pray, 
I said God, We need to talk.


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I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



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IN MEMORIAM

WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW,
SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN,
WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN, 
RED BREASTED AND EAGER,
EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME
A GOLDEN SUN
SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS
ON A CANVAS OF BLUE,
WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY,
WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER,
...AND WE SEE YOU...


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Ripple in the Water

Recently in one of my poems
I wrote
“If you never lose it means nothing to win”
Today 
I add the line
“When you’ve always lost it means everything to win”
I have worked hard to change the person I am
Because
The Lord called on me one night in Prison
And for the first time in my life
MY LIFE
Suddenly mattered to me
MY CHILDREN
Suddenly mattered to me
MY WIFE
Suddenly mattered to me
And my status as a “Homeboy” suddenly meant NOTHING AT ALL
I was locked so deep in a cell that all I could do was write
Knowing that I was so much a loser
That even those who loved me the most
Would never write back
For to them it was just another empty lie
I mailed out a stack of letters every day for over a year
Before I finally got one back
I won’t go into what that letter said
For it is the one thing between my wife and I
That I’m compelled to keep private
When your life is spent as a loser
You completely lose all concept of the word win
Until you actually win something
And all at once all the years of torment and pain
STOP
Being a burden and suddenly become a blessing
As your final tear of regret becomes a ripple in the water
You realize
With the love of the Lord, Family, Friends and Self
You have been reborn
A WINNER

Yesterday I won a Poetry contest on the site and for the first time in my life I felt like
a winner. Don’t be like me and need to win something to realize you are a winner. Know in
your heart that the moment you stop being a loser you are a winner because that is the
greatest victory of all.







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Small Mistake

It must be painful to see
how I've grown up
Can you even look at me?

We both lie
Maybe in pieces
But don't you cry
Broken shards 
can always be fixed
Although they may leave scars

We both know
we should be alive
But that's so hard to do
when we have already died
Maybe they were right
when they said 
you shouldn't have a child
that I should have been dead

We give and take
We may bend
but we'll never break
because these scars will mend

Does it kill you?
To see me now
Does it hurt you?
To ask 'how'?

----We want to believe----
----that we know what love is----
----But how could we?----
----We never loved ourselves----


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Compassions Goal

It is impossible to please........................................................................EVERYONE
like a Queen bee fat and almost legless trying to hold together her world she...DOES
not see for she can not move freely and her mind does................................NOT
focus on the abundant need of each to....................................................HAVE
for the many need sustenance................................................................TO
thrive, feeling the plight of.....................................................................LIKE
beings whose each task, small or large, deserve the same respect as do.........YOU


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Lacrimae Rerum

It is a house
That was once a home.
Now with its eyes boarded up,
It has lost its heartbeat.

No longer does he hear
Her faltering fumbling with the key
When he has to visit.
Guilty memories are buried deep
Within him,just like his mother.

His sister tearfully packed the boxes,
Precious few treasures
Consigned to cheap oblivion.

Soon will arrive the house clearance people,
The necessary hyenas of a crowded modern life,
To leave no trace of her story
Save the little blot
Burned brown 
On the third step of the stairs.


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no matter what

dedicated to my deceased only brother, joshua

i'll stay with you,
as long as the wind blows
i'll always be in your heart
you know i didn't leave you all alone
i am of eternal essence
my spirit is within you
live my life for me
do all that i cant do
be the one that i once was
conceal the chances known as a flaws
and if contentment immerses herself
or sorrrow fills the air
you will hear my moral
and you'll know that i am there
there for you when you cant see
theres more to life than missing me
i wish you well, my sister, dear
for keep your chin up and wipe that tear


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SUICIDE

You close your eyes because of excruciating pain, 
blood flows down your arms, 
images of light flash before your brain. 
Your body gets weak as you fall to the floor, 
leaving your body behind, 
Your pain is no more. 
In a small dark space now, people crying above. 
Wondering what went wrong, everyone thought that you knew you were loved...
Crushing your parents dreams of seeing there baby girl grow and become a wife.....
Leaving them with grieving questions of what hurt there angle so bad she'd take her own 
life...... 
suicide..... It's not a joke its a cry for help...
Look for love, affection, or attention some one may lack. 
Suicide, is death there is no coming back.....
Open your heart, open your eyes, look around.... keep our people alive...


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Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.



I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris. 

 Life without him would kill me, 

besides myself I would forever blame.

 

Even though it’s been ten years, 

my face still feels the pain.



Having to go through high school 

with a scarred face is just lame.



I’ve got the body of a goddess; 

I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, 

but the hideous burn scars 

on my face have remained.

 

Months after the accident 

weeks before school started,

a knock at my door came.



An anonymous donor sent a box

 full of beautifully hand decorated

Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, 

that’s the day I got my new name.

 

Each month a new box of masks 

would arrive and I would wear everyone.

I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. 

Mardi Gras was my fame.

 

One night a mysterious white box appeared, 

inside rested the most unique and intricately 

adorned mask of all.  It was a pure white mask adorned 

with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white 

dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.  

White is normally considered lame 

but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.  



Inside the box was also an

 invitation, asking me to attend 

the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.



 I couldn’t believe it! All along it was 

my handsome next door neighbor and

 Chris' best friend, who had been sending 

the ornate masks to me.  He was my hero now, 

my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..  



Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed 

to like me too. I always knew he had 

a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. 

I rushed over to his house where he was playing 

with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.



I hugged him and told him that 

I would love to go with him to the prom.



Just between you and me, 

Lane and I will always be the 

masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras 

and forever in love we will reign.





 

 


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UPSTAIRS

Hush
a murmur -
a burst of mirth - you laugh.
A giggly boy or two; the
drone of you
mixed with monkey's bonding squeals
slide up the stairs; on polished
paternal air.
Then a deep man's voice where
once a boy's ascended - mellow with
early manhood. Resonating;
capitulating - exclaims agreement.
And I see through gauze
made murky by time
us five - woven
warmly -


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Mom's attempt at the Garden of Eden

1.
Mom 
kept the  perch 
we caught in a bucket.

And when we took them home
She would clean and place them
In our twenty gallon tank
Where they bobbed in stunned silence
Eyes watching for any white movement.

Nobody cared
when they committed fishicide 
on their domesticated tank-mates.

Even the little beta fish
Who had survived our six day pilgrimage from Florida, to find Mecca
was a cool whip container.

2.
Whenever we had guests for dinner,

Mom swooned they
were the smartest fish she had ever seen.

She bestowed upon them names - Jed and Lucy
tapping at the glass 
with one extended finger,
feeding them fish flakes,
like  porpoises fed from the teeth of a trainer in Ocean World

“You can’t keep perch in a fish tank”
the guests would say,
but
they lived for two years
bobbing and staring
in the vacant tank space.

 3.
One crisp winter morning
Jed finished his breakfast of gold fish flakes,  took one
last gulp of slimy tank
water 
then hurled
himself off of glass
walls.
It went 
over and over, 
so hard
I almost thought
the glass would crack.

4.
Lucy 
sat quietly and watched 
him.

She too died a few days later
like aged soulmates
who often cease
to be after their amor
dies.

When someone left the lid open, 
she plunged
her blue green skin shimmered
as she laid 
making fish O’s in the dry air..

I often wonder
if the air that morning
smelled
like an ice floe
to a better place
somewhere Jed waited
with our beta and our angel fish
a place of worms, kelp 
and dragonflies.

4.
Mom 
emptied the tank of the murky filtered water.

Rinsed the ultra neon yellow fish gravel,
and placed the fake plants on a sponge.
Separating  air filter, from pump 
from clear plastic tubing
and put to rest
in a brown cardboard box..

She did it without a word.





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Love, Yes Love

Never much money did my grandpa have,
but love, yes love, was all around,
his weathered skin, and calloused hands,
showed the world, he was a hardworking man.
With a tired old mule, he plowed his fields,
planting his crops, so all could have meals.
No Food Stamps way back then,
just neighbor helping neighbor, time, and again.
All the children had chores to do,
before the rooster crowed, before they left for 
school.
Five little children, their hair so white,
walking down a dirt road, imagine the sight.
.


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SWEET CAROLYN!

moving oceans, one wave at a time,
never whitecaps, no tsunami's in sight

the roles she choses, on stage and in life,
with deft noble bearing, she brings truth to light

her family quite large, no boundaries define,
perfecting our soup, no cause will decline

as time rolls by, your heart we'll hold dear,
just saying your name, erupts deafening cheer!

so count me among, your family stands ready,
I'll follow you anywhere, your torch I'll hold steady!

so let it be told, our Grandchildren should know,
your recipe for life, in your image, they'll grow 


.................................................
Loving Tribute To Carolyn Devonshire


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Fetus

Conceived 
Not always of love
I am a mass of sells 
My name fetus 
My domain a womb 
My reason for being uncertain 
Yet swollen feet cravings and spitting a belly
Swelling morning sickness creating 
Embarrassing episodes and milk escaping the
Confines of swollen breast tells the story of my
Presence my devolvement though exciting and
Fulfilling takes its toll on the body that sustains 
My survival 
As I strive to grasp life waves of sound interrupt 
My privacy and illustrate my nakedness 
And I question 
Should I forsake my effort or would fate deny me 
Entry to a world my perception deems imbued in 
The follies of man 
In my restlessness I stretch and kick 
A phenomenon that excites my bearer 
Perpetuating an anxious happiness 
That lingers throughout my existence 
In the likeness of man my body the image of my
Creator my soul 
I enter this world 
And with a cry I pronounce my arrival 
The pain of my nativity forgotten 
The joy of my birth takes its place in the heart 
Of my Mother



Earl S. Jackson
Feb 1982


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved




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Joshua's Dilemma

What does it tell you
when a man sees the light,
but first the darkness.
It all fades away in time 
passing through the rough of a mind,
that is beautifully insane.
Only the one that is in it can get out 
of  the twilight of terror,
standing,
staring,
gazing,
waiting till the time 
to strike! 
I'm wondering 
if it's me 
or the spirit 
that has been chasing me,
to gain a soul 
that is not rightfully his,
insane as it is.


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What they see

I wonder what they see...
When they look down at me...
I wonder do they know I feel...
That my emptiness is real.

I wonder if when I die...
Will the tears be real that they cry..?
I wonder if they know I cared...
I trampled my own heart better they faired.

I wonder if they knew the beatings 
were so they would have a dad...
Or that I loved them even when I got mad...
I wonder if they know I prayed...
As lifelessly my body laid.

I wonder if they will listen as the doctors say...
We had to keep her confidentiality to her dyeing day...
I wonder if they know I lived for them out of love...
I wonder if they'll realize I see those that live with god above...
He holds my hand when seizures come and take hold...
Afraid to die knowing to them, they felt I was oh so cold.


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Hypocrisy

Smart within your Sunday best
You stand before your sisters and brethren
Deploring sin
Denouncing science
The eyes of three generations hold you
One pair of eyes sees a pious man
One pair of eyes sees a lover
One pair of eyes sees a secret father
One pair of eyes is too weak to see
Six pairs of eyes have been sold a lie
And the sea of eyes in the shadows beyond
Choose to see nothing


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We Made Ice cream

  I remember! 
  Cranking that old wore-out handle on that ice cream maker, until I thought my 
arms were going to fall off.  Having a big smile on my face, as I turned and 
turned, pushed and pulled on that old crank begging my big brother, the whole 
time to “Spell me!” so I could set on an old rag on top of the ice, using my weight 
(as it was) to hold that ice cream maker in place. 
   I remember my grandfather coming out of the house, out on the back porch. To 
make sure my big brother and I was “Doing it right.” as if, there was a wrong way! 
He made sure that we
had plenty of ice, plenty of rock salt. I can still see him sticking his little finger in 
the weep-hole to make sure it didn’t get stopped-up. That was most important to 
him, as he
always got the first bowl. I don’t know why? He clamed, he would get the first 
bowl, to make sure that salt didn’t get into the mix. Funny to me, he never made a 
salty face as he was eating that first bowl.  
   I remember, watching my grandmother making that “mix” she picked the 
freshest eggs, measured just the right amount of vanillin extract, I loved the way 
her kitchen smelled. I watched her chop the bananas peal the peanuts, stir it up 
with the cream and sugar. She hummed “Old Rugged Cross” as she made that 
sweet ice cream mix, it was as if she was having fun; like the turning of the crank 
for us boys, work for sure but still fun!
  I would eat light, as that banana-peanut ice cream cured while we had supper, 
waiting for grandfather to finish his third helping, we had to wait, he always got 
the first bowl, I don’t know why? 
 
 



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Blue Dreams and Desire

Blue dream in desire
brain thinking happily
from the dark night's sky
I like for you and me.

And we love so normal
And we love for ourselves
in the blue dreams.

As we open the night gate
we see a beautiful voice calling.


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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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The Children's Bread

Freshly baked every morning,
Even at noon and in the evening,
In different shapes and colors-
Some dense, some light
Some like desert manna
Some flat, some leavened
Some long and whole
Or sliced in small pieces
Some cooled, some hot
So soft and then some hard
With such Heavenly aromas
Served at the Master's Table
Of chairs, booths, benches
And cushions for tired knees,
Healing is the children's bread.
They hunger no more for worldy feasts.
Even their dogs eat the fallen crumbs,
Sometimes portions from their hands;
As the children drink Living Water,
They thirst no more for bitter fountains
And sources of a soul's diseases.
On earth the Master tabernacles
With us for many days of Heaven.
Within without we are healed
And given our daily bread.


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The house eaters

1.
My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist, the ring
finger, the soul.
I search for any blunt
white quivering slivers
of Caroline's purported
fly fetuses.

2.
Huddling behind the
corpse
of an old hospital bed,
a framed photo 
smoke browned and
wearing my toddler face,
watches
his children choke
hushed, broken
sentences

this will be yours, my
plate, separate the
holiday china…

an enigmatic language
that hovers in
smoke stretched rings
to wilt
upon the hallway
bulb.

3.
I am left
the ceramic cygnet,
and an ivory carved 
dromedary.

These artifacts
plucked
from his porcelain
menagerie
that I decipher 
through dust fingerprints
for
one small inheritance of
a memory.

4.
Tomorrow,
Aunt Rose
puts price
to his bibelots,
the olive shag carpet,
even cousin Amy's 
plastic horse,
who was accidentally
left to pasture on an 
afghan.

A silver plated glass cage
image of her past,

she says she will whittle
all of him,
from the
wooden
house 
bones.



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If I Forget

If I forget,
Remind me of your name
As it must have slipped away.

If I forget,
Show me a photo of my face
As it surely has changed.

If I forget,
Take my hand back to that place
For I've certainly lost my way.

If I forget,
Breathe a gentle breath in my ear
If will calm my fear and rekindle the flame.

If I forget,
Bring the heart straps
That held me to you like glue.

And if I forget,
Carry the memory of us
It is lost but a treasure on a raft on the waves...

TRS, 09/13/08


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Don't Mess With My Friend Jack

Listen up, 
You tyros, 
Don't go messin'
With my buddy Jack
Yeah, Reed,
Indeed...
He's cool people, 
And I like him,
He writes well,
Yeah, this from Tom Bell,
You take him on,
You take on me,
Let me tell you,
Yes-eree
Cut the crap and show
Some class,
Or you might get
A poetic broken a__


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Radiance

Radiance

A radiant being
descended upon
her old home
today,

The place where
she grew up –

---

Sunlight,
filtering through
slats
& faded window shades,

Brightens
& shines more clearly
as she passes,
bringing
contented purrs and stretches
to the aged
and bony cats
who lie aslumber
in the path
of the warming,
dappling rays

---

Dear Old Dog, quiet
for once,
wags her tail,
a friendly question
sparkling
in her tired, rheumy eyes,
her grey paws
dancing,
young again
for a shining, vaporous moment

(— Oh, yes, and I
like you too,
my very dear, I
like you, too! —)

---

This radiant being
brought contentment
to her birthplace
today,

& left it
brighter
than the stars

---

Dear Old Dog’s
asleep now,
wearing moonlit strips
and dreaming,

While the erstwhile slumberous
ancient cats
awake
to quest the night

And radiance

remains


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Three in a Booth

It will be her first visit since the day we waved goodbye....

It is spring break !!

It was moving day several months ago...
that she wrapped her small arms around her Grandpa's waist, tearfully
Then turned to me with "I love you" from her small voice"
"I love you more"...I choked, with one last hug...

And then they were gone...
A white van, fully packed, we watched through blurry eyes...heading down the highway
A battered U-Haul, trailing behind.

But at last today is here!...Spring break!!
We are meeting half-way....
Between the two cities so far apart
We are picking her up,  to bring her home......to have her smiles...for just awhile!

Her springtime visit, a school recess
There they are!!  The meeting place we had arranged
And before we know it...she has hopped into our car
And once again...we are heading back home...her suitcases
Her stuffed animals...her smiles and chatter in the back seat of our car.

Lunch time....we must stop for awhile
That cozy diner, that sits out in no-where-land, 
Along the stretch of the Interstate
A place filled with truckers and travelers like us...

The waitress shows us our booth
This child hesitates, ...looks between the two of us
Unable to decide....
"Who would you like to sit with, my love?" I ask.....

When the waitress returns...
Carrying our menus and three glasses of water ...
She is rather startled, as are the other diners..
To find three people tightly squeezed together on one bench
Yet across the table
The other bench remains empty....


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FULL CIRCLE

Childish eyes all bright and new,
all encompassing,alive,
unending days,years ahead,
sleep comes easy in our bed;
Taut skin,strength of vibrant youth,
old age remote and unthought,
the future is tomorrow;
Our seed into another
soon springs forth and generates
rings to the family tree,
pa to granpa,comes to be;
Then at this one step removed
we step aside and observe,
reflect,look back,not ahead..
sleep,less easy,in our bed.


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POETESS CAROL BROWN

Her         Thoughts   Declared    In        Beautiful   Rhyme
Love       Dreams     Feelings     Time     Forever    Time 
For          Life              In         Poets     Reading    Poetry
Poetry     Is             Poetry      Will        Poetry      Shine
Subdues  The          Penned     Write      Poetry      Shrine
The         Answer      With        Love       Living       Sign 
Mind       Eternal      Love        Poems   "Psalms"     Poetry          

     DEDICATED To My BELOVED MENTOR " CAROL  BROWN "

   Author's note  I call this Dedication My Rhyming Double Free
        
   VERSE  READ it left to right or top to bottom left to right


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Come Back Robin : Poetry Soup needs YOU

She took the Hearts ;We handed  Her, as Family all together
Filled with Blessings for YOU Robin, in YOUR dire Family need
We Waited, without watching, only Thinking : only Praying
For YOU Robin L Gass , for  YOUR  Smile, For YOUR Art” True POETRY “
Your hints of return : “My PS Friends”  Soup Mail  being read over and over
Our Hearts, ask for more than  Happy , Glorious , “ Growing Goodness “
For YOU YOUR “ Fellow” POETS : Mentors, Proteges, and Artist s
Pray for resolutions to YOUR dilemma Pray for YOUR return to us
 Just a note saying hello : which WE YOUR POETIC Family : Embrace 
Poetry Soup a Jigsaw Puzzle with one important piece Missing : ROBIN
             LOVE FROM ALL of us TO YOU ALWAYS ROBIN L. GASS

                        Dedicated To POETESS Robin L. Gass


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Were Next

I believe this is a word of advice or warning
                   More than it is a poem
I don’t even know where to begin
                              To express the things I feel
How deeply I believe in my understanding
                     Of what’s to come
                                    As well as
                                              What has been
As I watch our Government
                                            Scramble
To solve our nations problems with money
    As did all the great Empires in History
That has crumbled before us
My heart bleeds for the people
                                Who have no concept
Of how to grow their own garden
                   Raise their own beef
                                        Fish, hunt and live off the land
Which to be quite frank is about 90% of the population
What is going to happen when the people
Can no longer feed their families
                                       Out of the local supermarket
Because when they go there
All they will find is a sign that says “Sorry out of business”
Ponder this for just a moment if you will
800 hundred billion may as well be 800 trillion
Because the simple fact is
                                    None of it is even worth the price
Of the paper it’s printed on
And by the time our Government prints that money out
It will be even more worthless than it is today
BECAUSE THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY
To reverse the wrath of God
                                      And that is through prayer
And I don’t see Congress
                          Falling on their knees
Begging for mercy
Before they start to argue about which idiot has the best idea
To fix what their intelligence has already destroyed
                                 “ONE NATION UNDER GOD”
One of my first memories of what I was taught in school
              History---------Repeats----------Itself
Every Empire that considered themselves above the wrath of God
                       “GOD HUMBLED THAT ASS” (Pardon the Language)
And guess what
                        Were next


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Can't Think

Can't think about it
The yelling and screaming
The hiding in my room
Trying to be invisible
The lying to my little brother
"Everything will be ok..."
The crying myself to sleep
The nightmares that wake me
Can't think about it

Can't think about it
Ignore those echoing words
Focus on your homework
Turn up your music
Escape to friends' whenever possible
Keep your head down at school
Lock your door
Can't think about it

Can't think about it
Cover the wounds
Internal and External
Sew them up
The stinging pain
The tears help nothing
Dry them quickly
Take a deep breath
Don't think about it...


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Behind The Anger

I’m angry
at God, my friends, but mostly
myself. 
Each day, I wake up
wondering what my purpose is
and why I belong
with you, with him, with them
Or just why I belong…
here.
Everyday
I walk further…
Further away from reality,
from happiness,
from truth
Just to get a moment of silence
from the noise of obligation,
responsibility and commitment…
and all the things I need,
but can’t handle.
I walk towards darkness,
where no one can see the tears,
where I can fade away 
and be forgotten.
I live a life in which
I am loved so dearly
beyond my knowledge…
Loved so much that now,
they’ll start to hate me.
Because everyday
that I make it easier on myself,
I make it harder on them.
And without a word, 
I know…
that they’re hurting inside
and when I catch them looking
I don’t wanna smile
I don’t wanna give them false hope
that I’d finally be the person
they want me to be.
And in my anger, I hope to hide
that deep down, I’m hurting too.
Because it’ll only hurt them more.
I only hurt the ones who love me most
So when my eyes meet theirs,
I beg for them to hate me
Because then, maybe…
They can let me go


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Dear Child

Today is a brand new day.
A bright new morning
May the lord God guide your way.
May he be with you in all you do and say.
His love is vast as deep as the wide wide space.
Hold on Dear Child and you will soon see his face.
No one can love you as God almighty can.
Just believe in Jesus and take his hand.
Don't let go when he is in your heart.
He was there when you were born.
From you he will never part.
Through life's trials and tribulations,
God is with you with his true love and dedication
Wherever you go or whatever path you take
Remember God is with you and he will guide your way.
Keep your faith
Don't let stumbling blocks make it waiver.
God loves you and will be there forever and ever


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Farewell George

Farewell George
No warm wishes here
Gone is your reign of feeding on fear
No more incompetent good 'ol boy antics
So long to your off-base far-right fanatics
Actually... unfortunately...they're still here
But gone is your non-sensical ethics to cheer
Time now to mend global relation
You made breaking those ties a vocation
Stomping through conquering with elation
Overpowering nation, all while on vacation

Farewell George
Enjoy the robbed riches
Like I said, with no well wishes
Choke on the oil soaked cash you made
Retire on what defense contracts paid
We'll pay for the pile of weapons "needed"
To see a race of peaceful people depleted
Using the villiany of one man we enabled 
trained, and armed him...then turned the tables
Using weapon of mass destruction deceit
knowing they're there because we have the receipt

Farewell George
No, don't even say Jeb
Two times are enough in the Bush family web
It actually goes further than you and your Dad
Should I mention the ties Gramps and the binLadens had?
Should I say he did well with investing Nazi money?
Your family is so evil...its no where near funny
Farewell George...If you were curious...I'm not your biggest fan.


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Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


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His Testament (Sedoka)

Joseph His servant
Enslaved by those in the dark
A female falsely accused
Delivered by God
Displayed a heart of pure gold
True testament of God’s love


Comments:   One does not have to look too far in today's society to find a modern 
day Joseph. The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line 
poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, 
pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing 
perspectives.  The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following 
syllable counts: 5/7/7.  This Sedoka highlights Joseph, God’s noble servant and 
dreamer


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Momma. I Know You'er Looking Too.

Momma you always said to me,
"babe when I'm not there and
you'er scared, look up at the
moon and I'll be there."


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One, Two, Three

One, two, three.
Three little boys I see
Each so very special
So different, yet so alike.
In all three I see me.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
The first one with eyes so blue that shine so bright
With features fine and a brilliant mind; 
One sweeter and wiser would be hard to find.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
The second one so witty, warm and smart
Handsome, dimples, a true work of art; 
He’s certain to steal any girl’s heart.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
The third little boy with unruly locks
He’s clever and a devil-dare; wild like a fox.
But, his hugs and kisses so meant and true,
To hold him is so simple-sweet as he whispers I wuv you. 

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
Sleeping in their beds at night
Angelic cherubs sent from God 
Resting so peacefully.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
So familiar were they 
Even before I saw their faces,
I knew they were part of me.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
Growing up so fast each day
Taller, faster, wiser, true.
What kind of men will they grow into?

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
I know the day will come,
They’ll be grown and gone from home,
But never really far from me.

One, two, three
Three little boys I see.
Three little beings so entrenched
Deep within my soul and heart
Always my three little boys shall be.


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Simple Things

My beautiful daughters laughter
My ever-loving wife
Family…
Walking on sunset beaches
Telling stories at bedtime
Silent moments of understanding
Giving out “I love you” freely
Holding me up when I’m weak
The inflections in your voice
Letting me alone
All these gifts you give to me,
Like the fire in your eyes
These are my truths of life
All of these fill me with tomorrow’s desire
You…
Me…
We…	


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Special Moments Come Again

Moments come and go,
But special moments come again,
When the thoughts of you with me
Seem they never have an end;
As a touch brings back sensation
And a song triggers emotion,
A smell brings back the memories
As a taste triggers the notion
That we'll always be together;
What we shared will never end,
And I know that you're right there
When special moments come again.


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Love Lasagna

She plunks down a plate of egg rolls
Man, oh man, do these greasy pieces of heaven take tolls
On my heart, dear Mama
Shows me love with food piled on tables that never end
Iced tea, Pho, spaghetti, rice and pork chops
Sternly setting bowls down in front of you and encouragin’

To take pieces of  buttery garlic bread and mop it up
Love, bestowed upon us in showers of peppered chicken
Spending hours in the kitchen
To prove some affection
In saucers of soy sauce and dumplings that went on for miles
She’d put adoration in soup, spicy reflections
Of passionate motherly love
Mama, she never smiled 
Unless someone complimented her style, the swagger
Of her intimate cooking skills, the way she swung her dagger
Of specialties, killing hunger, cravings
All her meals ending with ravings
Of the best kind

Scraped knees and broken hearts are cured with warm chocolate cake, suede
Smooth, mending them better then when they were made
Mama shows fondness through ice cream and steak
Warm dinner plates

Her “I Love You” was a big portion of lasagna 
Nobody says “I Love You” better then my Mama


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Poetic License

There is a force outside this walls
trying to penetrate the security.
Things kept crashing round us.
In love you were sheltered,                                                                                                
but now you color it hostility.
Your embracing the things
that take you away from us,
But you color them saviors.
We were encircled with words
Of loving-kindness as a support,
But you now color it bondage and chains.
With what vision do you
Contort the foundation,
Of our very make up?
We must see through different eyes.


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Memories

As I sit and look at my old pictures and photographs,
My mind begins to wonder of the old good times and pasts...
Not a care in the world,
Not a responsibility at all. 
I was just a kid living a dream,
Sitting at home watching T.V. and eating ice cream.
My parents were still together, 
I never realized the pain I would eventually suffer.
I was able to go out and play anytime I wanted,
I just wish now that I wouldn't have taken the time for granted.
I could ask my dad to do anything with me at that time,
Play basketball, catch, or just spend some time...
As I take a break from recalling my old days,
I realize that there was a price to pay.
Those days were good and I miss them dearly,
But I never knew that they would be so costly.
I didn't know it would take the relationship with my dad,
To live a good childhood with nothing ever going bad.
I never knew that it would take years of moving around, 
To find a good neighborhood to settle down.
Eventually though, we found our own space,
And our lives started falling back into place...
I remember being so careless and free,
How my life was full of laughter and glee.
I had fun going to school,
I used to think that it was so cool.
Me and my friends got along all the time,
I even got along with my brother just fine...
Now I sit and realize,
That was then and this is now.
Times have changed.
Things are different and I will have to get used to them,
But occasionally I can get out a picture and remember all the good times back 
then.
Because that's what things like that are used for,
To bring back the good memories of what it was like before.




 


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A Letter to My Son

On this day I write to you my dear child
In hoping that this letter finds you well
After many years of hardship I gave you
I’ve begun to wonder how you are
And how you have grown up to be

In these final years of mine,
 I now truly see the mistake I made
The mistake that cost me so much
My mistake that cost me those I love
My Mistake that cost me my son and family

I know I hurt you and caused you so much pain
I hurt you physically, emotionally, and mentally
I brought to you a pain a father should never bring upon a child

I was blinded by the ignorance and hatred taught to me
I let it cloud my mind and I embraced it.

I don’t seek forgiveness from you
All I wanted to say is that I still love you

I am truly sorry I was not the father you expected me to be
I wish I could have been a better father to you
And not the cold hearted bastard you came to know
All I hope is that your dreams come true

May you have a sweet nights and happy days
With all my love I send you this letter,
May those that love you keep loving you,

With all my love,
From an old man that wishes he can change the past.


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Message to Mom on Graduation Day

Mom...

   words cannot express how I feel right now....
   I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
   I do not know where I would be today....
   if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
   you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
   to have and to love as a mother....
   I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
   for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
   I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
   to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
   thank you for the life you have given me....
   and the direction that you have led me in....
   I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
   forever and always....
   
   Thank you
   
   I love you Mom.
   I love you.

Kevin Ryan Hansen
11/07/98
Revised 10/12/06


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I wish - poem for my granddaughter

I wish I could look at a flower through your eyes
and discover why you are so fascinated by it.

I wonder why your eyes glisten
when you look at the stars,
and why you smile at the moon.

I wish I could find out what triggers you
to jump and skip, or giggle with glee
and I strain my ears to hear the silent melody
which causes you to break out in song.

I wish I could embrace someone so firmly
as you do when you jump up to greet me.

I wish I were like you when I was a child.


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I'm Sorry-A Poem for my kids-Jani, Billy, Josh, and Kristin

I'm sorry to all of my children
How I wish I could go back to change
The wrong things I've put you all through
And to make time rearrange
Those times to good moments for all of you
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw ups have put all four of you through
I simply rolled with what those fears handed me
Yes I so should've done more
And not just let it be
I was so scared and didn't really know what to do
When you're standing inside a house with the rook on fire
Well you, in that moment, are to blind to see
What's happening all around
Now I see it all to clearly and the fire is burning everything down to the ground
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should've been
There's no excuse for it
Those wounds you now bear may not ever mend
And I live with that everyday
But that doesn't mean the love that I feel
For each one of you isn't real
It most certainly is
I'm not asking any of you to forgive me or accept my apology
But know that this all comes from my heart
Pain and rage will tear ones soul apart
And none of these words will make the past different, go away or any better
We do still have a chance, however, to overcome it and get through the stormy 
weather together
Being better people in the end
So while this don't make my mistakes you bear go away
I still need to say
You can hate me more and more everyday
If that's what is helping you to get by and cope
But no matter how much hate you have for me, I still love all four of you 
unconditionally
Perhaps one day you can each find it in your hearts to forgive me
Not for me, but for yourselves cause it's truly the only way you'll ever fully be able to 
move on........Love Mom


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Maternal algorithms (poetry for moms and math nerds)

I am the sum of the ages
beginning before my mother,
before my grandmother,
and before my grandmother's mother.

I am the product of their matriarchal choices,
the quotient of their actions, reflections, and self-images.
I am the difference of their generations.

And I bequeath the equation of this inheritance
to the matrices of my living legacies.


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First smile - poem for my granddaughter

Your first smile wiped away the dust and mold from the canvas of my soul and your first laughter splashed its bright colours over dark and somber tones and then you framed it with a rainbow created by the refracted light of your transparent being.


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The Farm

The Farm  ©

Fields of mustard
sway in a light breeze
off the river
farm dogs return 
dusted in yellow

the clapboard gray of
the farmhouse
weeps old memories
generations of pea farmers,
hunters, fishermen and cooks

heady fragrance of cooking food
saturate the senses as
the screen door slaps shut

the matriarch sings out
‘tea party!
and the city folk sit ‘round a table
laden with baked chicken that was
pecking out a meal in the yard that day
fried venison steak and mashed potato
green beans and corn hanging from the vine
just minutes ago
her biscuits and cornbread; the stuff 
dreams are made of

Later they sit on the warped porch steps
listening as the geese honk their way in 
to the seed rich fields and
 their nightly respite

bats fly across the moon, 
frogs call out their secrets,
a loon wails its loneliness
old stories are told

Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machetes  


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Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.


When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.


Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile


Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.


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Family Legacy

I met Uncle August on my honeymoon.
I was prepared.
“He won’t talk to you," my new husband told me. 
"He’s a cantankerous old man,
so don’t be hurt, he doesn’t talk to anyone.”

He was in his 70's.
I was 20.
He was ill.

He was right where I was told he would be,
sitting at a long wooden table in a large kitchen.
One that had fed large families
and farm workers
for decades.

His arms were spread out to his sides
enlarging his lung cavity
so he could breathe easier.

His head was hung between his shoulders;
a long crooked ash hung
at the end of his lit cigarette
between gnarled and stained fingers.

He looked up to me when I was introduced and he talked.
We talked and laughed,
nonstop,
for two hours.

Thirty-seven years later his nephew,
at his long wooden kitchen table,
elbows extended so he could breathe,
Oxygen snaking its way into ruined lungs,
head hung low,
trying to nap.

Was he remembering Uncle August?

Unable to breathe
paramedics took him away.
He never came home.

His children said their tearful goodbyes — 
and now they wait 
to take their place 
at the long wooden kitchen table.


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Rebuilding the Shed in the Backyard - Again

My son is out fixing up the shed.
Winter is coming on. Needed doing he said.
He had the time and the bound-to’s.
I’m not used to this thought process, I’m not. Not from a child.

I watch him for a while.
Opening and closing gates as needed.
The dust, sifted into powder from summer’s heat, poof’s with his steps.
The heels of his jeans dragging strings on the ground, erase the tread of his 
boots.

The shed is old. There is algae or lichen on the north side boards,
where the wood is splintery gray.
Some of the lichen florets are the color of sage, some the color of a bright orange 
rust,
Circled with gray ones and black, their life cycle played out.

He hammers nails and screws in screws while holding boards in place.
Sweat glistening where skin is exposed, making long dark stains in his black 
shirt.
Veins standing out against the strain, and
Muscles laboring to prove he can do the job well, without a mother’s help.

While he works I think about his father and how differently they work.
His father preferring team work and orchestrated smooth motion
working side by side, no extra movements – and he whistled.
My son needs to prove his skills first – alone.

The shed is done and it will brave another winter, keeping the horses sheltered 
from the elements.
The wind, snow and horses milling about, will obliterate the trail of pant cuffs, 
Along with the memory of one cool day at the end of summer, 
When a man worked hard to rebuild their shelter.


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What really makes a house a home

House
Cat
Home.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.


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I declare myself blessed

As a child I wanted to be a pilot and writer I wasn’t interested in much else.
I became a Marine at 17 a husband at 20, a father at 23 a grandfather at 50
I am a happy middle age fat man with the same wife of 41 years and she
is still all I will ever need.  I am blessed. Much more than I deserve
A more than wonderful wife, 2 fantastic daughters and 3 sweet grandchildren. 
A son in law that loves my daughter and their children
Oh yea, and a crazy dog. 

I can hear our granddaughter asking daddy over the phone 
if they can go somewhere after work when he gets home
while her brother and his dog play happily out back 
Grandma and aunty entertain the youngest of the pack

and now mommy puts them all in the tub 
splashing is followed by laughter and more splashing 
and laughter and splashing until all have had a scrub 
Just in time for daddy
And that is exactly why I bought this house


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If This Hat Could Talk

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


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GRANDMA'S APRON

GRANDMA'S APRON 
 
Grandma's apron dabbed my tears and wiped the baby dry.
Carried wood and eggs and fruit when she would work outside.
 
We'd run and hide behind  it when scared or needed warmed.
It smelled just like the bread and pies she baked in early morn.
 
She waved good-bye and cooled the food her apron like a flag.
It was really torn and tattered.  Was a cradle for my dad.
 
It's uses were so many.  Just like another hand.
But now it hangs just resting beside her frying pan......
 
By :MAFLongfellow
  

 
 
 
 

  
  
 


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I am your grandmaw

I'll finally count those toes,
those fingers, hear you
call out to us for reassurance
that the world can be safe

and also warm, your present
place too confined,
too dark for your dreams
too small for growing limbs

too small for dawning dreams.
I know you already and will say
“Hello sweet song
I am your grandmaw; I’ve always loved you.” 

©Kathryn McL. Collins
October 7, 2004

written on the day before my granddaughter Grace was born.


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A Lighter Touch

It's a matter of pressure, the weight of exchange
Affection we share now, in a different ballgame
I won't leave you red faced, embarrass, or shame
Tho' my impulse commands to squeeze you the same
But your school chums are watching, so I keep arms restrained
 
You've been climbing the ladder, to your middle school days
And I'll admit that the changes are much harder for me
Than for you who resolves to grab hold to each year
And wear them like badges, on your way to be free

My cherub remembered, is no prize you would own
Yet my feelings, regardless, are the same as before
When I rocked you, my baby, how I cherished dark nights
I never once pondered, how soon wings take flight

I would cradle and hold you, my lips on your cheek
I sang nursery stories, and called you my sweet
The world of surprises with each passing while
As you wander a tightrope,  between a man and the child

So I hug you now gently,  I must stifle my gushing
But the touch of you fills me with rushes of longing
I can’t swallow you whole, like I did long ago
But the love hasn’t changed, and the touch is much lighter
But the love is the same , we both know it, somehow…



..................
For Deb's Contest: "Touch"


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My precious little flower (a poem for my granddaughter)

My precious little flower

Written By D. A . M .

June 13, 2010 (4:24pm)


My precious little flower 

Your so young right now

But you will grow
as we all do 

More then you know

And then some day

When I am old and gray

You will blossom
into 
a full grown woman

And you will be 

More beautiful 

Then you have ever 
imagined you could be

And then a young man 
will come along

And he will ask 
you for your hand

And he will get down
on one bended knee

And he will want 
to marry you	

Because he will be 
so in love with you	

And once you say I do

He will become your husband
and you will become his wife

And It wont be very long

Before you two start having 
children of your own

And if I am no longer around
by then I pray to God that 
he will always watch over you
because all I will ever want
for you is what is best for you 	


Because you are my grand daughter
 



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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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Grandma

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

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

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

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


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Grandpa's Prayer

Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar, to be heard by family inside heaven's door. Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son of raising your children in the Florida sun. The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak. He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight, through the darkness ahead, trust in the light For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends, know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong praying his answer will come with a song. Your wishes will soar to the heavens above, through family and friends about the one that you love. I'm not a prophet, seer or fool, just a man who lives by this earthly rule . Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky that they should enjoy life, long after I die. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.
For "Compose A Prayer" contest


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Cloud Nine from an Asian Child

Hot jasmine tea
My grandmother liked to drink
Everyday at 10
While tending to ancient herbs and oriental spices
Before Day’s of our Lives
She never understood it but she liked it anyway
And after her afternoon nap
She always had an aroma like that unforgettable liquid
In the green bottle by her bed
While the rice cooks
Steaming white fluff
That chokes your throat when you swallow too fast
Floating along the rice there’s green things
I learned not to ask
You must clean your bowl
She said
Otherwise you’ll end up too skinny and get sick
When the sun hits your head

Eggrolls, plump and short
Loved to waddle around in fish sauce before it jumps into mouths
Just like the chickens with the head cut off that Bac Phoung
Plucked the feathers  off accompanying that sticky sweet smell of death
Like sweet cake and dumplings
Stolen from the wrapper
Left on the table that grandpa forgot to put away
Cousins come and go
Hugs and kisses, fights and shows
From 36 of us
We hold games and play with the hammock
Disciplined with chopsticks
We knew better then play Street Fighter all day
Though it’s happened once or twice

New Years is the best however
A dollar from each aunt or uncle
Lasts only but a day
Until the icecream man comes and we spend
Each and every dime
On Bullets, Tweety Shaped Popsicles and Lucas
Ninja turtles and Daffy Duck with bubblegum eyes


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MY FATHERS HANDS

MY FATHERS HANDS

He the man known as father, worked a common man's labor,
Never did this soul complain, even as his last breath inhaled,
On earth.
Daddy's little girl was I, the apple of eye, one might say,
The sparkles pride that lit up his spirit and made the pain
Of hardship melt away.
Calloused, and blistered, he earned every marks blemish,
Strength's scares were worn in my fathers hands. 
Deeply engraved within the living embodiment, 
Of truth and honor's pride, I'll carry him within me
For the rest of my life.
This mountain of a man I called dad, placed these
Tiny feet upon the right path, and even when I did
Stray he stepped in and led this wayward women
Back.
In heaven's grace he'll be watching over me,
Always and someday no doubt, we embrace once
More, and those loving hands will lovely hold this
Child now grow, and I'll know again his eternal warmth.
In blessing's grace, may the angels watch over thee,
Until we meet again, on the distant shores of Nirvana.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
CONTEST WITH THESE HANDS
12-20-2013
VISUAL #5


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The Matriarch

I remember Mama… Always cooking, Always sweeping, Always washing dishes, Always cleaning the laundry, Always helping with homework, Always counseling, and Always pregnant! She taught us how to work When she bought a sack of nails And showed us how to drive them straight. She made us pull the bent nails And straighten them So we didn’t waste a one. We drove the sack that day And had a lot of fun. Mama taught us discipline And patience As well as dedication And love. She expected nothing in return. Her fortune Was our love, when we were young. Now years have past And Dad is gone, He leaves five men to carry on: “Stand tall, stride long and Dance to no one else’s song.” Mom, the Matriarch left alone, Rules a vacant, empty home. She waits to teach one final lesson And all the while remembers… When We Were Young.
This is an excerpt from "When We Were Young"with a new title for the "Mother" 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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What Is Grief


 Grief can be many things.
 Losing some of their nearest
 A father, mother, sister, brother, or his own child
 A while back, death was taboo
 We did not talk about it
 Grief you should wear alone
 We are all different,
 providing each our way
 Different cultures and ways of life
 We have become a little more open in our grief
 share our grief with others.
 if we share our grief,
 it becomes a little easier to bear
 But it is still there,
 you as a fellow human
 dare to hug not turn youself away
 even though other cries
 Rather wipe the tear away







 * Four weeks ago disappeared a 16 year old girl here in Norway,
    No trace of her ...
    Major exploration crew every day.
    Yesterday they found her ..... dead - killed.
    For a grieving family must bear.
    Such things happen every day






  



04. September 2012
A-L Andresen :)


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Bleedin' Poetry

The ringmaster left 
but the carnival stayed in town.
Erect, proud, empowered people
stride by living the Crayola dream.
Awash in color, characters in the screenplay,
the scene played with aborigine like dream walkers.

No surface left to its utilitarian plight,
all stroked and stoked with the creativity
of the artist, all crooned to by boombox
and skateboard smack, or the concrete
slap of a mariachis’ feet.

The burnt bright white light shivers
to a Hendricks strum, and the caffeinated come
one by one hooked in to hook up,
to the juke boxes sixties twang.

Children play on Aztec snakes rising
from a soft foam of green with
mosaic skin and glass eyes
freed from the restrictions, the confines, 
the confounded, gay, straight, bi, free
bleeding poetry.



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Thousand Pieces of Puzzle Present

We don’t so much as beg, “Mom can I?” no, just stand idle,           lean on one leg, 
pick up                           and set down pieces with the care of an egg the quietest
until we know            it fits                                     into the slowly growing frame,
and sneak , click it in, every once in a while
or we seek out edges,            set them in a pile
            sort by color         and             sort by texture
until “would you please bring me?”                              from a parent sends us off
after we bring mugs of Tom & Jerry’s with a dash of nutmeg, or plates of cookies 
       back the fastest
                      we find a reason to sit,                  no one says anything
this is our one large family present,    one thousand pieces spread across our table
we are entitled                                                                        such are our wiles 
unnoticed we fit in to the family picture,           puzzle hour after hour until the day 
or hour or errand                         came and we steal away and see who could hold
out longest 
hiding the piece that fits into the thousand pieces last


                                                                                  or is forever 
                                                                                                                  lost


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Little Warrior

Little warrior, take heart and know this
That before you came into my ranks
My kingdom had stood untouched
Safely guarded in that mountain fortress
Where's kept the heart and dreams of its king
Where flew the battle flag of solitude overhead
With the warning printed so boldly thereon
"Don't tread on me!"

My kingdom slumbered in a wintered sleep 
That rendered my reign bereft of flavor
Then you, still baptized in bloody victory
Let loose your piercing battle cry
That shook the very foundation of my kingdom
Crumbling down the fortress walls!

Little warrior, my first knight, despair not
For you've become the salt of my kingdom
And the favored champion of this king's heart
And by very reason of your appointment
Have stayed the axeman his fatal cut
To my own mortality, for yet another term.

Look now my little prince
To that once cold mountain fortress
That had imprisoned in cold stone a hollow dream
Gloriously basking now in the warmth of defeat
Look there, high above the cherry blossoms
Where now the nightingale and cardinal sing
A new flag, warmly streaming on a spring breeze
Proudly raised in the fullness of my heart
This battle weary king's final treasure
At last, at long, long, last...
Flies my precious white flag!


                                           Timothy I. Brumley


* A poem for my son that conveys the emotions I felt while witnessing the miracle of his birth
Written in free verse form as a reminder that freedom is never won free of cost, but
instead requires upon her sacred alter, the greatest of all sacrifices.








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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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Our Bed

As I strip the mattress bare
and watch the pile 
of sheets, pillowcases, 
blankets and pillows grow
I find myself thinking of you...
and me.

What comes to mind
is sheer happiness.
As I tuck the sheet under the foot of the bed
(just like you like it)   
I catch myself laughing 
remembering the times we would stay awake
late into the night wrestling...
(I always won)   
trying to stay quiet
until our laughter was uncontrollable
and we would hear one of the kids
yell from the next room...
'' PUH-LEASE! !  KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!  
WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! ''

I arrange the pillows 
just as I always do...
(your favorite one on top)   
and I take an extra moment
holding your favorite pillow...
your scent drifts up to my face
almost as if you are there.
I set it in place and realize
how many years have passed.
We've experienced so much
in this bed.

The laughter is what rings in my ears
as I fold back the comforter
to expose just a touch 
of those all too familiar sheets
(you know...the ones with the ducks flying on them) .

As I leave our room
I find a sense of anticipation
in the thought that in a few short hours
we will be here again...together.


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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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Rose Wine

Your strong hand 
beneath my head
my Love in your Blood
turned from friendship
did spread
into More
the first time you
took my Hand
and traveled every
line, of my Flesh land
the way you reflect your soul
Into my Eyes, 
makes me forget my small stature
shape, size
in this world
I wish to carry your 
future child
be it boy or girl
be them strong of spirit
Smarts of street and class
leaders of Eminence
Sweet mixed with Sass
I see this future
as I fall head first, spilling
into your secure embrace
like a single bottle of Rose Wine
Down to the last Taste




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The Whirling Butterfly

I stepped into a world of pinks, reds, yellow, and purple.
Bee’s, butterflies, and hummingbirds flying free!
Long flowing stems swaying,  in a soft summer breeze.
An aroma, fresh cut hay, teasing my nose!
Smiling, I recall that day…  not so long ago.
Closing my eyes,  I inhale a welcomed scent.

Looking up with dark green eyes -
I feel my Grandmothers smile warm my face.
Calloused finger grasping my small hand. 
Pointing, she drew my eye to a small delicate thing.
Pink wings and tiny feelers,  swaying in the wind!
She bent slowly, whispering, in my eager ear, 
“It’s a Whirling Butterfly”
She said, with a giggle and a sigh.

Time passes quickly, like rushing waters of a fall.
In my garden now, pinks, reds, purple and yellows.
Bee’s, butterflies, and hummingbirds fly free.
Delicate stems, dancing, to music, of an evening breeze.
Movements, drawing me, to a special place.
Pointing, I show my Granddaughter the prize! 
Excited, she looks at me with her big blue eyes.

I smile, tenderly at the soft red curls
sofly lying around her sweet little face.
Tears swell, in a dusty throat, 
as she grasps my calloused finger.
She spies the pink wings, the yellow feelers, 
swaying in the wind.

Whispering, “ It’s a Whirling Butterfly ” 
I almost cry! With a giggle, and a sigh.


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Sandy Hook

You all were taken way to soon
To go and listen to an angel's tune
As you sit and listen to their song
You are not where you belong

You belong with your loved ones
Enjoying the thoughts of days to come
The world stopped on this day
They stopped and started to pray

I am a father, that word has new meaning today
I can't understand why you were taken away
As I sit and try to find a reason
I shed many tears over this act of treason

My heart goes out to the family and friends
Of the souls that met their untimely end
My thoughts and prayers are with you tonight
As you try to find solace in this plight 

As to the ones who witnessed this attack
I know it will be a long time to bounce back
My thoughts and prayers are with you too
My family and I will pray for you.

Lord take care of these souls
Let them succeed in their new roles
Lord hear my prayer
Lord hear everybody's prayer

Duane LaChance
December 14, 2012



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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


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Now Finished Poem

Wondering if it’s an omen, finding the box in the attic today?
A treasure trove of memories into our lives
This piece of paper upon which I started to write a poem
I remember at the time I could write no more as I grieved

Missing you as each day goes by and wishing you were here
I know you are in the ever loving arms of our Lord
The Lord sent you down as an angel on loan to us
You were called home dear and we were not ready

I know we will one day be together again
Waiting for the day we will be called home also
Now the poem I started to write to you is finished
Our time together will come again my daughter and 
never end

Written by: Carol Brown
 For The "Treasure Trove" contest of Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner


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A SNUG HOUSE

23 January 2010

A Snug House


 
A snug house on the prairie
Where family members return and urge to nestle
Stoking intimacy has gone past timely reunion
During pluvial and winter season, it withstand

The pineal form of its roof
Where nestlings kept and fed by their mother bird
Also life-giving when getting sun-bathe its frame
A time to harmonize to the swing of season’s best

A place to revitalize strength after a snappy pace in work
Pointless and aimless views settled in one decision
As all are desolating and aging
A promise is kept for going back again

Hibernate in the coldness of the night
Return engagement to activities in daylight
Back and forth nailed its floor with footsteps
By sunrise everyone is gone, alone again standing is the snug house


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On a Breezy Evening

  
A   breezy  evening,   vernal   blossoms
strewn  across  the  mountain face.
where  my  brood  and  my  kin,
we  herded  out  picnicking;
drinking  in  the  crisp  air  of   spring.

In  picnic  baskets  our  feast;
cheese  rolls,  peaches and  strawberries.                                 
Wafting   aroma   of   food  on   the   grill.

At  their  play,  running  around;
Sons  and  daughters.                      
Their  pure  joy  that  lingers. 
A  lazy  day  on  all  that  lush  green.

Whiff  of  scented  air  sifting  through  the  leaves,
from  somewhere  far  off  scattered  trees.                                 
At  the  foot  of  the  hill  there was,
of  myriad  colors a  shallow  water  pool.
... And  the  lull  waves  of  deep  blue  sea.

Under  our  sun  hats  
trimmed  with  ribbons  and  laces,                              
we  sat  back  and  lay;
soaking  up  the  divine  serenity.

Sometime  then  the  wind  grew  strong,                        
and dark  clouds  loomed  in  the  horizon.
Thrilled  kids  leapt  up high,
Floating  frisbies  caught  adrift.
Girls  exuding  their  unbridled  joy;
their long  pigtails  streaming  in  the  breeze.

An    image    vivid    in    mind,
of    hankies    flying,  
seemed  like  all   had  grown  wings white;
become    meandering    butterflies.


..    


4th place in the contest
For the contest : "Picnic Time"
Sponsored by Carol Brown.                                                 
 
        


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My Miracle

My request to relay to your kinfolk That made their journey inside Heaven's Gate To keep a watch over one of my folk Her parents have reserved her special date She met all the medical needs guidelines For the best research university All the scientists studying her enzymes Have expertise to do the surgery Skilled technicians on this miracle case All are trained to perform as a machine All prayers are needed, for wishes of grace Don't want any, wishes to be unseen Spring is in the scheme for her release date Grandpa, waits for the day I see my mate


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HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

To you whom gave me life, 
Rocked and sang,  sweet melodies lullabies
By night, and cradled me safe and warm,
Within a mother's loving, and tender embrace.
Taught an awkward child, to take her
First steps, and held me upwards so as not
To fall.
Devotion's nightmare protector, who always
Made sure the closet door remained closed, and
The bathroom night light was left on, so the 
Monsters under the bed could never get me.
Champion of the chocolate chip cookie, never did
You once forget the bare necessities of life,
Such as having icy cold milk in the refrigerator.
Movie queen diva, whom popped the perfect
Kernels of popcorn, and added just the right
Amount of butter, for everyone's picky tastes,
On our annual family nights.
From diapers to tattered blue jeans, 
Barbie dolls, and trying on your over sized high
Heels, you never ceased to amaze me.
On every level mother dearest, you
Were always the ultimate super hero to me.
Through hardships heartache, and loves first flirtations,
But no shoulder's comfort, soothed me more
Than she, whom guided this awkward teenager,
Through these hard times of youthful regrets.
A grown woman am I now, raising children of
My own, realizing all the sacrifices you've made,
All in the name of a mother's love.
No ages wrinkles, can take away your true
Beauty,  held as a frozen photograph
Within the inner heart of my soul.
She's the dear sweet image of what
I want my children to remember me by.
It's the highest form of flattery,
To emulate, a someone special,
Such as yourself, a woman called mother.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN










































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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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Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


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Message for My Mother

Mother, 

when I hear your voice, 

I have this feeling, 

that I'm safe and sound, 

that no one will be able to touch me. 

 

When I feel your presence, 

I know that you will never forget me, 

never leave me. 

 

But if there really is a day, 

that we have to separate paths, 

I wish you the best of luck, 

but I have this feeling that 

you will never truly leave me.

 

Then, 

when I feel your shadow, 

I will feel like a child again, 

feel young and small, 

like a shadow of you, 

just when I feel your shadow. 

 

So I hope you will understand, 

that I love you, 

but I am not a child anymore, 

I have grown up. 

 

So when I spread my wings, 

and fly, 

I hope you will forgive me, 

for not saying good-bye, 

for there is no good-bye to say, 

because you have etched yourself into me.


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Slum Hopes

The men didn’t sleep even after dark, 
clanging steel and creating sparks beneath moonlight
working away at the shackled houses
She stood in the room with her back to the empty window
looking at the little feet protruding from the blankets 
like little fireflies, steadily glowing because they did not know.
She guarded them. She listened and hoped 
the noises would not enter their dreams
on this last night they had.


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Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
company
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
become
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Loon
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
Safe
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen


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The Farmer's Accord

The farmers sleep with
Third eyes open.
Ever watchful over their teenage daughters.
How the boys must beseech them desperately.
Uncomfortable, muggy fondlings
In the bed of a red rusted pickup
Parked by the creek dubbed Lovers Point.
At the breakfast table in the morning,
They glow with proximity
And their tired eyes hover dreamily
From the orange cranberry muffins
To the freshly squeezed orange juice
Filled at the half way mark of a mason jar.
When you ask why they don't eat
They simply smile
And say nothing.
Your curiosity will linger on your teeth
But still you will say nothing.
Bitter memories of your past regrets
To teach lessons of discretion
Are better left unsaid.
You will not douse them in the overwhelming
Blanket of your security
And the palms of your hands that
Once smiled in the womb like presence
Of handling your new born daughter
And naming her Jane or Virginia
Is suddenly missing the hold of her hand.
But you share a few natural harmonies
Like the silent agreement of pecking his cheek
Twice before bedtime
Or the precarious way you both sit at
The wobbling three legged milking stool
When your pulling on Betsy on Thursday
And she's tugging at Betty on Wednesday
As you shave the gray stubble of your throat.
But for now in the strangely comfortable
Peace of staring at the spots of jam
On the white and yellow checkered table cloth
You'll abruptly slide your chair back
And lean closely to her ear as you slightly whisper
Slightly inaudible notations.






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A thousand Splendid Suns Part 1

My name is Mariam
Does it matter?
From the beginning I was doomed
A harami in a Muslim world
A world where a girl has no rights 
Where a harami has even fewer
I am a slave in a man's world
My mother, Nana, tried to tell me
I didn't listen.
Too caught up in the world of Jalil
My father, but me not his daughter
Through my experiences I have learned 
Like Nana said, Persevere
There is little happiness
In a world where nothing is fair.


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Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)


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GROUND ZERO

GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.


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Made in Heaven

When God made you,

He knew you had

to be special.

He took the finest

shade of blue to

make your eyes.


He searched and searched

to find the right bright yellow

for your blond hair.

For your mind He

took from the

wisest men who

ever lived.


Most important,

He searched heaven

far and wide,

to come up with

the most perfect

heart to place,

in your little precious

body so you could

give out your love

and be loved by all.

wrote 4-11-11

For my grandson Brandon Age 10 months yesterday.


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A country walk

A babbling stream, a peaceful lane
These are the things that I enjoy
As I walk on a summers day
With a warm gentle breeze upon my face

A cottage in a field, with swirling smoke
A family sitting round ready to eat
Rich chicken soup and freshly baked bread
Then five little children all snug in their bed

A flitting bird upon the nest
Protecting her brood from unknown harm
A cow chewing cud all gentle and calm
Then sheep and one dog in one accord

Oh what a beautiful land we have
If we would take the time to see
Instead of rushing through the day
Let’s sit for a while and take it all in


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MOTHER AND DAUGHTER UNITED

Come hither my daughter nay,
Rest your weary brow.
Let thou' est tears flow freely,
Between hearts companions.
Strong shoulders balance shifting, 
Weight.
Beliefs trust in one anther, 
Equalizing the scale.
Emotions roller coaster,
Youths growing pains pass
Swiftly.
Rest at ease, within homes
Sheltering heaven.
Outside forces that seem 
To crowed you in are repelled.  
Safe harbor lies ahead follow,
Instincts guiding light.
Be not worried a calming,
Embrace awaits.
Maturities age lends worthy,
Advise, 
To open ears learning wisdom's,
Lessons.
Solutions gratitude heals,
Generations rifts, 
Building strong future,
Foundations.
Graceful dancer step lightly, 
Across Life's stage,
Let destinies winds turn,
Every page.
But always remember mother, 
Remains constantly near,
To challenge, protect that,
Which s most dear.

BY: CHERYL ANN DUNN


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Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature


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Stolen gravity

She had eyes evoking dread behind the lies and smiles
Into the two minds of what would be two separate demeanor's
The cries from the past forced upward to the front
I detested her for what she did
The assaults continuous and degrading
The vile devil had reached her soul
Black into the night with nails spiting from her tongue
How could she? 
Could she? God why?
Didn’t she see I was dieing inside
No place to hide, no place to hide
She found me even in my weakest state
Exhausting my self worth
The pulverizing me into tiny pieces 
The daily beatings that seem to never end
 
There wasn’t a place that didn’t hurt on my body
Sometimes I played dead just to stop the assaults
I know the black bird is coming I can see him now 
“Help me, help me” “just stay still” 
Maybe she’ll think she has won and my breath has stopped 
No not chance hatred filled her heart of stone  
The dreadful things she spouted from her ugly soul 
My mind was bleeding pouring out into my hands
This small helpless child shaking for fear of her next move
Although I didn’t know it then as I do now
She was living in her own hell
Living out the pitiful past that was given to her
She could change what she was taught
But still how I grew resentful of her and her mouth of fire
To this day there are many people I ‘ve never told
How a whispered a sigh when her casket was closet  





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Our Holiday Home

Christmas boxes full of memories down from the attic they come
The house was so quiet but...now everyone starts to hum
A wonderful feeling being overcome by holiday cheer
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Boxes and boxes to go through finding something broken is my fear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
Here come the guys with their fresh cut tree
It will look beautiful just you wait and see

Our beautiful picture of Jesus forever hangs on our wall
The tree must set just right so the light on top upon Jesus will fall
Christmas is about our dear Savior in our home is quite clear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

As the tree is decorated we talk of past Christmases and our love
ones now passed on
We find peace being with each other and happy to know we have
kept one another from becoming withdrawn
A toast of cheer we raise to those in heaven and feel them so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

It is a joy to come together with loved ones we hold so dear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
A family less fortunate then us we will visit this Christmas Eve
Spreading joy and love to the family and seeing their smiles as
they once again in our Lord believe

Christmas day does arrive...a beautiful day to which we thank 
our Lord above
The day or our dear Savior's birth whom without we would never 
have love
We sit at our table and say pray before we have our meal with
loved ones we hold so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Written By: Carol Brown
Written for: Holiday Hearth Contest
Sponsor: Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner


Entry for P.D.'s Best Holiday Poem Contest
4th Place


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Blink

A ship in a bottle…
that is who I am –
Never truly being able to sail free,
 trapped in melted silica.
How I yearn for this barrier to be shattered,
if only to ride the waves,
reaching then touching shore,
which happily tickles their feet...
Better yet, what I would give to be that sand.
How ironic that I put myself in this situation,
with only distorted images as my view.

 
She frolics in that vermilion dress,
as he happily makes footprints.
She shows him how the crab skitters past,
and they mimic its sideways walk.
The sun shines with them,
as the sea breeze dances along…

 
I hear their laughter,
but it is hollowed out
by the silent screaming waves of my heart…

 
I watch their happy scene unfold,
but my vision is blurred
by defiant tears that don’t dare fall.


I blink.

And see them clearly now…
They have moved on
             without me.




10212011


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Christina

Dear friends I'm sorry I'm not here lately,my life is very busy,with many new happenings, yet I'm still here with you in spirit.I just want to share this great miracle with you. My daughter Christina was born last Monday,27th of August at 11.30PM, following a long difficult labour. I was out of hospital on Friday, and now getting accustomed to my new role as a Mommy. I would love to thank so much each one of whom kept me and my family in prayer during these last months .....I shall keep you in my prayers too Much love-Charmaine


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Trying to understand

The straw making the base of the basket stayed there.

She bent to pick up the heavier of the stones 
put them in her pockets 
and began to bruise the tops of her thighs. 

She was so angry that her plan had failed;
beating herself harder now
with her free hand until tears came
as they always did. 

Later
smiling 
against the chill of evening 
she laid out her now washed beautiful stones.

Around the place mummy is.

That night 
under fluorescent plastic stars
she remembered her Dad's smile
before he had pulled her door to.

As the whispers of sleep nudged her
she forgot 
just a bit more easily 
how dark and cold it had been.


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Daughter's Perspective of her Mother

Wrinkles caress her face.
A child emerges from within.
Smile straight from her heart.
Advice given from wisdom.

Enjoy your life when you are young.
Never just sit around doing nothing.
Someday you will be old like me.
Wanting to branch out, seeing the world.

I never went to far from home.
Never got to experience life.
I gave it up made some sacrifices.
Felt smothered with great remorse.

Had to work two jobs.
Never got to see the joy.
Took care of an ailing man.
Kids drove me crazy with wants.

Now I am alone and old.
I can barely walk.
But in these last few months,
I find even now, I can have fun.

A trip to the zoo with my grandson.
The first in over thirty years.
Antique mall shopping,
with my newest friend.

Now I can have luncheons out.
I have a favorite spot.
Now on my Senior discount.
It does not cost much at all.

I can sleep as long as I want.
Do not have to wake at a certain time.
I only have me to answer too.
No more do I have to live the grind.

So with all that I am, I do hope.
My children will see before it is too late.
Get out and experience what life has to offer.
Because someday you will be like me.


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Black Gold

Through the valleys of fear
Roaring thunder from guns echoes
Squeezes itself out to the open meadows
Floodgates of heaven opens
Watering the wounded soldiers` feverish body
Human bloodshed colors the green grass red

Fighting to get to the Black Gold
Another poor country's back bone broken
Another dictator making a fortune
Who cares if thousands of his own people gets tortured
slaugthered,or beaten to death..?
Mr.Dictator: We`ll keep our mouth shut,if you just give us your Black Gold
My leader sends me out with a gun in my hand
Maybe am lucky enough,to come home in a wheelchair or with a lost sanity
In exchange for shitty oil money..I get post-traumatic stress

My leaders would pay dictators billions of dollars
But due to budget deficit,they wont pay for the healing of my lost body and thoughts
In the name of Freedom and Democray
We will fight to get your Black Gold
My leaders:..You are such a bunch of bullies!


Estimated price spent on Iraq war: $ 3 Trillion..
How many recessions could those figures paid off..?
After paying your war with my health
You return the favor by throwing famillies into yet another recession
My leaders,shame on You..You`re such a bunch of bullies!

A.Ertsland
September 1st 2012

* Check out the website "costofwar.com" 


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The final tune, of the tick tock clock

If I had just one day to live
24 hours to feel complete
Would I race across the castle of my dreams
Hunted by the echo of the tick tock clock
Dreading the moment that fateful tune came to a halt
Chasing down runaway thoughts
Frantically piecing together broken promises
All while fearing the silence, the end of the tick, tock;


Rather
I would gaze up at the steps of this sky high castle
This floating montage of my life
And lounge upon the first step,
Resigned to enjoy these fated moments
Without fear or regret,
Resigned to enjoy this melody with those I love
This farewell tune played to me by the tick tock clock.


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The Good Ole Days

Families sat together when I was young
Ate popcorn had fun….
Around the coffee table we’ whine
Pass the chips gimme mine!
Black and white TV had just come to town
The neighbor had it, it was around.
But, oh the board games we’d play
Parcheesi, dominoes, monopoly!
We’d all sit on the floor on that mustard shag rug
My bratty little sister would get all the cat’s hugs.
The bowl of potato chips would be twixt Dad’s knees
And Mommy would ask to pass the bowl please.
Babe our dog would nose all the pieces
And the monopoly money would get covered with greases??
Boy, we’d laugh cause it always seemed
Baby brother would get thrown in jail, double-teamed.
Well, we never did get rich
But you know what’s funny?
I’d give anything…..
Anything for one more chance
At family…and that Monopoly money! 

Monopoly the Game of Life
D. Guzzi






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Daddy Had Girls

August sun,
Leaves smell of heat,
You can hear the holly hocks turn to seed.
The pile of trimmed twigs snap as they dry.

Sister paints the cross pieces
The top of the board
The flat
And the underside

I come behind and paint the broad, flat boards
With long strokes up and down,
Back and forth.
Paint drips on my hand.

Hair tied back in kerchiefs,
Hot,
Sweaty,
The paint smells hot as the sun dries it.

Huckleberry Finn’s fence,
But Daddy had girls.


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Grandpa's Collage


Grandpa’s collage holds beloved memories.
Black-and-white photographs of long ago
strewn with tape and paste amid the glossy 
snapshots, shaping a man's love of family.
At first glance, one would think he created 
his patchwork of pictures in haste. But come, 
look closer; no image is placed by chance. 
Each scene shares a story his hands retraced - 
a joke, a kiss, a tear. See the toothless grins
of growing grandchildren with playful eyes, 
the knowing looks of elders and the effortless
laughter of generations, dear faces missed.
All familiar faces except for only one - 
the intruder with graceful features. Head held high, 
she wears her smile unfazed. I search her dark eyes 
for words unsaid, dazed. She is the grandmother
I never knew. Her portraits are puzzle pieces
that will never fit, but ones I cannot unglue 
or ignore; my grandpa’s attempt of tying us 
to a stranger. I love him more for trying…



For Craig Cornish's A Collage Held Dear Contest,
10/22/13

     


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Family Secrets

Just when I thought that I knew them all
One tumbled forth from a careless tongue
I’m left a bit stunned, not sure how to feel
About this bit of knowledge revealed

I have known that I almost wasn’t to be
And that Providence ultimately played its hand
But, what I didn’t know until late yesterday
Is that I was to be adopted, for being unplanned

My mother admitted that she didn't think
She could handle more children; she'd already had four
But in the delivery room changed her mind
And decided she'd keep my twin brother and me

I’m left wondering how my life would have been
If I had been raised by somebody else
My life wasn’t easy, was a struggle, in fact
But if all that were different, then I wouldn't be "Me"

It seems odd that I now own this silent ache
For it makes no difference to me in the end
Still, there it is-- the hollow, pervasive pang
In my chest as I ponder this old/new truth


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To my daughters

To my girls
I want you to know
That I see you
As equals on every level
Not just my daughters
My little pink princesses
I see you as young women
Powers within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn.

Live your lives
As though I was still with you
Be free and fearless
For you can see
Life is so short
Take all opportunities
And shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
And I will be watching over you
Be good to one another
There are only two of you
The strength between sisters
Is a bond for life.

Your analytic minds
Will help you make good decisions
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating hearts
Will gift you many friendships
Maybe special love
All in good time.

You will never be alone
For you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With my passing
Your feet firmly planted
Will serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs
because that's how life is.
Always be true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
Do not mourn my death
I am not going far away.

My illness has progressed
My time is nigh
There is a greater plan
One we cannot see
But we have had a great life
As mother and daughters
Our journeys together
live on in our memories.

My loves
I will hold you safe
In my heart
Now and forever
I will always be with you.


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Air Balloon Festival

Drifting away...
Ageless
Careless
Weightless
Worriless 

Hopeful
Colorful
Playful
Dreamful 
Just drifting away...

No secrets
No fears
No tears
No pain
Drifting away...

Just a seed
In the air
In rainbows
Flying with hummingbirds
To our secret place

No human knows
Kites are lonely too
Strings do break loose
From shoreless blue
To drift away...

Rain that never comes
Souls that never show up
Pennies that drop in unexpected places
Flameless  candles
Drifting away...


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Silly Putty

I'm asking you to run. 
Run as fast as you can
in another direction.

Don't remain in your fear of life
outside of comfort or rob yourself
of identity as you go through the motions
on the path already laid out
for you.
It may seem easier to take what's given,
but you will become your father,
and your father's father.
Just another man,
capable of anything
and everything, 
making choices founded
on naivete and fear.

Your hesitance in forming
new traditions
holds you back,
as the Alpha 
keeps you on a tight leash
through his ability
to maneuver his way
right into your guilty conscience.
You are an ally
to his tradition,
but only because you allow him
to manipulate you into thinking
that you are being judged by your friends, 
your family,
and by God,
the three things
that you believe
built the foundation
of your existence.
But the only one who is judging you
is the one who is manipulating you.
And why, you might ask?
For stepping outside
of HIS tradition,
for looking outside of
who he created you to be,
molding you 
like silly putty since the day
you learned to walk.

I was silly putty once too.
I've been there.
But I opened up my mind
to the things that scared me,
the things I wanted most,
This is what gave me an identity,
freeing me of being bound
in the captivity of taking
on the beliefs of "tradition"
without ever thinking about it,
the captivity of staying true
to its values
without even knowing what they are.

So when people ask 
why you believe what you do,
you have no explanation,
for you've never had the chance
to think for yourself,
not until now.
I was there.

Now its your turn.
Convince me that you
are not just a generational
work horse like those
before you.
For in the end
if that is the path you choose,
I will not be resentful
and I will not be hateful.
I will only be disappointed
and broken-hearted
that you fell into
the boring predictable life
that I knew you never wanted.
Convince me that when I look at you,
I see only YOU,
the brilliantly gifted person
who has the ability
to make a difference 
and change the world...

But only if you run.





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Dear Humanity: Beauty in the Grotesque

Dear humanity,
I’m beginning to lose my ability to see
the beauty I once saw in you.
      -I wrote this for YOU.

BEAUTY in the
GROTESQUE.
  Beauty on the ragged side.

FILTH.
The worse you use to describe what you see.
TRUTH.
The worse you use to describe your religion.
WRONG.
The word you use to describe anything you don’t believe.
BEAUTY.
The word you use to describe the bruises under my eyes.

I wish that I could open your eyes a little more.
Will you condemn me for what I see, what I believe?
Who I am?

FILTH.
The word I’d use to describe your hand on my flesh.
TRUTH.
The word I’d use to describe faiths.
WRONG.
The word I’d use to describe close mindedness.
BEAUTY.
The word I’d use to describe what I see.

Condemn me all you want when I try to find the
beauty in a grotesque world. To find inspiration in sorrow.
For we are all diamonds in the rough.


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FATHERS' DAY

In a time
When men stood out
Being courageously stout
I saw a man
Raising his children
He was not perfect
But was Gods' elect
He had some flaws
Concerning his laws
But with help
From the Lord
The children grew
And were made new
Becoming Men and Women
Fulfilling Purpose and Destiny
A chosen generation
Sent to the nations
From God above
Just like the dove
Through one man
This man is YOU, Dad
HAPPY FATHERS' DAY


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Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


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OUR PRECIOUS GIFT

On February 6,2010,
a little miracle came,
my daughters son,and
my grandson Spencer
Scott is his name.

To watch GOD's gift come
into this world is the most
amazing thing to see,
another family member on
the branch of our family tree.

At 5lbs.14oz.he is as 
cute as he can be,I hope
he knows in troubled times,
he can always count on me.

We hope that as he grows 
he will see how much we care,
and tell him all the stories,
and the memories that we share.


                 WELCOME TO OUR FAMILY SPENCER

                              LOVE GRANDMA


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A Prayer For My Girls - If I should die before I wake

A prayer for my girls ~ If I should die before I wake

To my girls I would write

Mommy will always love you ~ I never placed anyone above you

You are my world and the reason for my life ~ I did my best though I didn’t get 
everything right

You both gave me the courage and strength to fight ~ Your lives gave me direction 
and your love was my light

Even though my body is no longer here ~ don’t you fear ~ my spirit is always near

Each night you get on your knees to pray ~ remember this prayer ~ Promise me to 
say
	“Dear God please tell mommy we said hi
	That we understand that all people must die
	We know she is safe with you in the sky
	She is an Angel with wings and can now fly
	We promise to make her proud
	Our dreams will reach beyond the clouds
	Tell her that we are okay and we remember her everyday
	She is in our hearts where she will forever stay
	We know she did her best ~ and that her soul can now rest
	Please tell mommy we love her again and again…”
	Amen

Lay


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Drowned In An Empty Ocean

                          ~The Empty Ocean~

She drowned in an empty ocean because she wasn't prepared 
to reveal the truth about some events that occurred during those
very sad moments of truth,her brother that she hadn't seen for
30 years, just disappeared in three weeks, ceaseless,died alone.

She drowned in an empty ocean to carry her emotional feelings 
after attending a mass given in his name,a name,no,its her flesh
and blood,she will miss him,his picture is printed in her heart.

Searching for forgiveness as she felt angry,maybe her mourning
was so intense she would have expected someone to come and hold
her,or even hold her hand,she was in such deep pain wanting a
shoulder to lay her head on,sharing,even a look would have been 
enough for her that day,she lost him forever,the moment of truth
was announced in church, he is dead.

Drowning in an empty ocean was only to allow herself find some
peace on her own,she was determined to understand what 
happened to the human race?don't they know how to respect 
the dead?don't they know how to whisper instead of speaking 
so loud,don't they feel how sadness surrounds the family.

His son projected pictures on the wall taken when he was alive with 
all of them,he wanted his guests to meet his father, a grandfather 
to his kids, a brother, a wonderful husband to his mum,he tried so 
many times to tell them,look up this is me & my brother with 
my dad, come to know him. 
Yes, they looked for a fraction of a second and grabbed the food in 
there plates and kept eating the whole evening.

Children running around as if in a playground,mothers and fathers 
were starting to crack jokes and laughing as if they were in a comedy 
theater instead of respecting the dead or the real mourners,a voice 
was heard,my head is spinning my ears cant take it anymore,I am 
dead but my image is alive,hug my son instead,wipe his tears away,
allow him to feel the sincerity in your presence,help him to feel the 
real love, as now he is on his own,I am gone.

Suddenly,its so peaceful,she heard the echo of her tears dripping quicker
faster and faster as they wanted to fill the ocean to save her instantly, 
her feet felt wet,she moved saw a silhouette of a fish breathing again 
her thoughts thought,the unconditional giving to rescue her,came from 
her own tears.She needed to rest and wish the last goodbye to her brother.Separation hurts.His memory will live.


Written: By Therese Bacha.
14/5/2013 Contest for PD. Surprise Me With A Poem I Haven't Read.


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My Bucket List

I've pondered it long, ....all the things I would do before all my days were to dwindle and fade If fortune would give me, the best that it's got To fill up my bucket,...... I've given it thought A chance in a million, can mean one last shot... to fill up my bucket with daring last stunts, or sailing the seas,... or mountains to climb, or dancing in moonlight,... or money to spend? When time dwindles down, how would I spend it? If I could be blessed...to live out my days some spectacular way... is that what I'd do? My head would spinning, pondering, choosing My mind would be swaying, stewing and praying I have come to conclusion, those things are illusions ....It's not for me to spend my last days in tropical sun....or holidays running... The things I would pick, are simple, and small and wouldn't really be hard to choose at all..... I would fill up my bucket as I've always done... Playing with my family, simple and fun.... Laughing as grandkids play in the sun Hamburgers cooking out on the grill Watching the sunset over the hills Eating big bowls of ice cream, as my son plays guitar Out on the porch, and under the stars Who could want more? I ask you to say I am no fool....at the end of the day Who could want more, from a bucket so full ________________________________ For Frank: By Carrie 3/17/13


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The Bulldog Returns From College

Face flush with the cold,
She comes, with the wind laughing at her back
Across our threshold once more, 
And in moments it is as though she'd never left.

Every room brightens invisibly with her prescence
As she moves here and there in her easy ways,
Dispelling discontents with artless word and act
As drops of clear oil will still a pond disturbed by wind.

     She is fully unconcious of her gifts,
     And so they radiate from her with undiminished power.


And now, exhausted from relentless work and scholarship
She lies asprawl on her old bed,
Dear old cat cradled in one arm,
Cooing softly in her sleep like a dove,
Just as she did when small,
An eternal yesterday ago.

And what can I do with that,
Save retire to my own room and glow?


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Two To Tangle -Dinda Minardi

TWO STRENGTHS  (( COLLABORATION )) 

by~ Dinda Minardi

Do you still remember how we played around? 
Mocking each other over our guys 
We were princesses in our parents’ lawn 
Bonded by our laughs and cries 
When family downtime crawled 
We hold each other as we’re the older 
Our maturity has been boiled 
Ready to serves as a breaker 
We are one and stronger 
Always love and respect for you, sister
To fight with you, Is all I willingly to do 
When you give up, I’ll be your whip
As you ‘re a jolt if spirit’s asleep


by~ Poet Destroyer

I could never forget the way we played around.
Yes! We played patty cake to showoff in front of boys.
We built a white castle than, brother tore it down.
You were never afraid to show how much you care,
Especially when we played tag, and you never played fair.
Now your heart is filled with greater love.
Your like an angel that fell from above.
Your invisible wings protect me in every fall,
When we where small you protected me from nightmares.
I secretly enjoyed the way you pushed me around.
You held your head up high, and never let me down.
Our fights where silly ways of building a better bond.
My stubbornness came from trying to be just like you.
Now "the strength of me",
Comes from "the strength of you."


A collaboration with * Dinda Minardi

my collaboration contest


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Like a Teddy Bear

Learn to listen like a Teddy Bear
intensely with a compassionate stare

Learn to see the world like a Teddy Bear
with glossy eyes filled with nothing but care

Learn to feel emotion like a Teddy Bear
softly lined with cotton, filled with comfort to share

Learn to love like a Teddy Bear
with arms open and always there

Lay


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In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
me,
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!


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God Bless The Garbage Man

Though this is written like a poem it is
more of a thank you letter.

God answers prayers in so many ways
he brings us people to help keep the faith
he gave to me a sweet, sweet man
who helped me truly understand
when i was low and ready to give up
see i was broke 
Without a job, no money, no food, no gas in the car
My husband needed to go and find work
To help his family stay a float
We saw the garbage man outside
We feared he'd come to take our garbage can
So we rushed out side to ask him not too
He said he wasn't there too
He just came to empty our can
'Cause the regular garbage man had passed us up
Now here is were God steps in
My husband and the garbage man talk outside for quit awhile
Tears fill my heart when I think of what comes next
My husband leaves and comes right back
He tells me that the garbage man has put $23 of gas in our van
My heart must of skipped a beat, I could not believe his generosity
Though it does not stop there
Apparently the garbage man has also given us $40 in cash
His only wish is was that it was not spent on cigarettes or booze 
This money was for my family to get food
So often we forget how God lends a helping hand
God does not promise to make us rich, or grant us all we wish
He simply says just ask of me and all you NEED will be given to thee

Today I send out a special prayer, "God, Please bless The Garbage Man that 
gave my family a helping hand. Amen"


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Undas 2012 -- Day of the Dead

There I was, for the second night, visiting you.
It’s that time of the year again
where graves don’t seem so lonely,
all lit up
with flames, flowers and faces 
I find it so beautiful, Undas...

We all might be contained
within our own circles, 
but thoughts and feelings are somehow linked—
similar in remembrance
of what was lost, of what is loved.

This time always reminds me of regret.
Oh yes, my sighs are so pregnant with them,
giving birth to a nursery full of wailing cry babies.

Death.  
Of someone, of something. Of anything.
How final it seems. 
So much lost, so much taken.

Then the operative word, “seems”, jumps out at me.

I am reminded of grass razed by fire,
seemingly dead—hopeless.
Brown, dried, burnt.
Some might leave it be and move on with their lives.
But some
might dig beneath the dirt, dust it off,
then they might find hope.
The roots are still there, alive.

A second chance to make things right.
To nurture it better this time around.

Maybe, this is why I cling so hard to the thought 
of an afterlife.
Why so many people do.
I don’t want to think of death as The End.

You’ve graced my life, our lives with so much
and I still catch myself seeing you in other people.
In this manner, you are still very much alive.

This is also why I kiss the day that you were born.

You were given to us, albeit for a short while
but you are still here in some other ways,
and I am thankful for that.

I light one of your candles, whisper my prayers,
and something touches past my right hand.
(Ah, I’ve always felt that certain emptiness with that hand.)
I see what it is, and it embraces my heart.
It is small yet so profound for me.
A white butterfly. 
Choosing that moment 
to flutter past me, touching me in that darkness.

It lands on one of the leaves of your floral arrangement
and stays there with me.




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** For my brother, & to all my loved ones who have gone on. I also want to dedicate this to all who have lost their loved ones, either recently or long ago—the void will always be there, but the memories & love that they have given us will never be forgotten in our hearts.

Undas is a yearly tradition here, where most Filipinos flock to the cemeteries to visit their dead. Ok, I will not rule out that some go there not exactly to visit the dead but to join in the hmm, festivities (if walking through cemeteries is your thing), being with friends, eating, since of course there are lots of food stalls present during this time.


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Dear POETRYSOUP

Dear POETRYSOUP, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit. I am writing this on the Inspiration of Heather Ober's Contest "Love Letter". First off I want to Thank-YOU all for YOUR many Gracious Comments. They are appreciated and Inspirational. Some of YOU know about my strokes and the handicap they cause me, as far as writing any comments back to YOU. I am sorry.A few of YOU know about my stomach cancer,and how the doctors removed half of my stomach and replaced it with whatever they replace stomach lineing with. However that lining ripped and I go for surgery tomorrow. Here is my delima; After the recovery from the surgery they want me to move back to the apartment (they pay for) and leave my Cabin on the mountain for ever. I have a 24/7 nurse,(and my Spirit Nurse; Suzanne Delaney) his name is Nick and he said he would stay with me at the cabin (with a cut in pay). now I do not know why Nick is a Nurse and not a Doctor, he can do everything but surgery. sorry I am rambling.
 YOU are probable saying to Yourselves "What has this got to do with LOVE? By my  cabin I have a house, actually a Shrine : to my DEAREST Most Only Beloved LENORE : my
Wife. I have her POETRY, her Pictures and her Butterfly collection. I had the only thing left from Our Everlasting Day; Her Transparent White Wedding Vail, stolen 4 years ago in a break-in. So my ? to my Beloved Family : POETRYSOUP is :Should I go to the Apartment(across the street from hospital)or spend the next 6 moths to a year at the cabin where my True LOVE abides,with Doctor Nick. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Loyal Liege...HGarvey Daniel Esquire Aka - Harry - HG


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EMMA

Up in that old attic are an antic Raggedy Ann Doll and a rocking chair well used by my grandmother.
Grand she was and as great as she to be; she instilled value and principality.

Up in that attic is an old Raggedy Ann Doll and an antic rocking chair my great grandmother rock from.
Short in statue but tall in her stance, my great grandmother guidance departed wisdom.

In that attic is all kind of memories of how my great grandmother and I loved each other as family.
Friends bonded and she as a life-long mentor, in that old attic resides expressive art.

In a far corner that was east to the sun stood a portrait of my great grandmother.
Knowledgeable was the face with eyes of hazel brown painted at the age of seventy-five (75). 
The reminiscence of youth is a mural seen as I sat down in the rocking chair thinking… (“Mama, let’s read The Bible together.”)   

In this old attic is love unknown because of the time I had with my great grandmother before she was beacon home.


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My Sister, My Best Friend

You were supposed to be my first best friend
We were to look out for one another
I tried to always be there when things got rough
And though we grew up in the same home
You took a path separate from mine
We spoke less and less over the years
I tried to extend a hand and do what was right
But I lost you my sister and my first best friend


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Happy Valentines Day

My Dearest Little Sister, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in
the Spirit. Happy Valentines             Day            Flowers, Candlelight Dinner
would have said chocolate                 !                 but I think YOU said to me
YOU don't eat chocolate                                         maybe a Family portrait
Kisses from big brother                                         Hugs from a big brother
You will ALWAYS be my                                          Sweet Little Valentine
MAY GOD'S LOVE BLESS                                        YOU this Valentines Day
Blessings all that You LO                                    VE, hold dear and Cherish
As Sun Rose this Morning                                 I felt the warmth of your hand
Look past the rising Sun I                              see a Sister's Loving Smile
I feel  little sister's embrace                         as I also embrace Mandy
Tear of Love fall from my eyes                   A desire to cross the big Pond
A VALENTINES DAY Handshake               To my Brother in Law
The man that lavishes Love upon        My Sister, Mandy Tams
To ALL of You My BELOVED FAMILY    Here on POETRYSOUP
May LOVE surround each and Every ONE. HAPPY VALENTINES DAy     


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Quiet Little Child

Quiet Little child, so at peace

you are as you sleep on,

such dreams you must

be having.


Watching you lying

there without a care

in the world.


Waiting until you

awake, so I can

see your beautiful smile

that you always give to me

and to tell you how much

I love you.


written 4-17-11

For my grandson Brandon


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Where I Am

Poetry Soup is a real haven where my mind and heart are found wherever I am, near or far my thoughts are with you all. Giving me a feeling of melancholy if I can’t read one’s poetry just like my special home where I dearly like to belong. In my long absence here homesickness is what I truly feel once I get back to you my tasty soup (my second home) my heart will deeply rejoice!
Written: Oct. 17,2012 Second Place Contest: Free Verse Judged: 10/20/13 Sponsor: My greatest poet PD


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Love Needs No Words

You've been my caregiver so many times.
Surgery after surgery you were there. 
Never a complaint came from your lips-
Bathed me, fed me with loving care. 
All of this was behind us, we thought,
Until this year-

Oh, love, friend, soulmate of mine,
This year another surgery I fear.
A caregiver I'll need once again my love.
You laid your hand upon my shoulder,
As our heads touch, my tears did flow.
Two hearts became one, a sad note it did beat.
Love needs no words. 


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I remember when it rained

I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That the rain would
While we were sleeping
rain through the porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts

I remember when it rained 
When I was still a young boy 
That the water would 
While my grandmother
Was trying to prepare supper
flood the fire place
and put the fire off
And we would go to sleep hungry

I remember when it rained
Back in the days 
That all our food, 
All our clothes
Would be subjected 
To coffee colored stains
Of water dripping through
The porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts

I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That we could not sleep
We could not have food
to fill our hunger
We could not have
Dry clothes to put on 
And I did not like the rain 


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Cancer

Cancer.
What exactly is it?
A disease is the medical
term but to others it is 
unforgettable turmoil yet
to be set in endless motion,
either spiralling out of control,
or simply vanishing after it has
caused unimaginable pain.
Cancer.
It is seen as the one of the
agents that tear families apart,
either in an instant, like a 
mirror shattering, created by a 
sudden outburst of anger,
or slowly like a dying plant
deprived of water and light.
Cancer.
Many people may fear the day
when their time comes but one
hopes to choose the way they go.
Sadly, no one can choose the way
they leave this earth; nature 
beholds this ability and sadly
it can be cruel in its own way.
Cancer.
Our one fear that we cannot
sweep under a carpet of 
foggy memories at the back
of our minds.
Cancer.
The one disease that seems
selfish and cruel that many
cannot endure.


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Family Tree

They stand in cottonfields of snowy white
The faded, black and white of my grandparents..
Smiling as though everything were alright.
Cotton sacks hung low down to the ground,
As the depression came calling,
Twas the way of life...

Those first thick, blury, color pictures of mom and dad
From those old peel away Polaroid cameras made,
Of the very first brand new car they ever bought..
A baby blue Chev wagon..
I wonder now..what they thought?    :-) 

Their dirty kids holding stringers of slimy fish
Proudly displaying today's big catch

Shiny bright new pictures of grandkids with phones
Who look with wonderment...
At the pictures of cottonfields of snow

Donna Jones
10-5-2013


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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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My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

My tusks are sharp, like a warrior's spear.
I see clearly and only feel one thing, fear.
Frozen deep in this field of flattened glass,
I had to watch my unfulfilled dreams pass.
I have always known the snow covered land
that now morphs and changes behind my own,
Innocent eyes. But a weight of a stone, 
that can crush an entire army; then I remain alone.
I feel cold, my spirit sold,
lurking beyond me, rotten and old.
Out of reach, with so much to teach,
jerking to become free, begging for speech,
my young ones, my family shadows,
trapped behind a glacier of gallows,
The temporary apocalypse of merciless ice.
I wish I had warned them.

-Caroline Youngless


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A Father In Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



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The Milder Side of The Wild Wild West

One night I dreamed I wandered, weary in a desert until a clear blue water lake emerged ahead midst the new pine landscape of my dream. Four specks far away, approaching. . . soon turned into four strong ranchers wearing big brim cowboy hats. My memory was stirred in tune with an upbeat melody. And suddenly I knew just who they were! One, dressed all in black, sat tall and handsome in his saddle. Another, plain and burly, gave a toothy grin. Another, young and charming, smiled and winked at me! The silver-haired gent, their father, met my gaze with warm and honest eyes. Seeing my exhaustion, he offered me a place to stay. Oh, happy dream that I had drifted into: that bygone era of my youth when Adam, Hoss and Little Joe, along with the grand patriarch Ben Cartwright, had been invited into living rooms on Sunday nights as families like mine watched their televisions all those years ago. A bonanza of romance, friendship, loyalty and courage had given us the good-hearted milder side of the wild wild west. Alongside the Cartwright clan, I rode inside my dream toward the cozy ranch house built on the land of legend called the Ponderosa, anticipating Hop Sing’s home-cooked supper. Inspired by the Wild Wild West Poetry Contest * hear the lyrics of the Bonanza theme song as sung by Lorne Greene (Ben Cartwright) at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kA-PdP4k4Xw


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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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Google Button Eyes and Button Noses

With so many kids in my family
Mismatched socks we had many
Stripes, whites and array of colors

With buttons, yarn, ribbons and glue
Duct tape, felt and markers too
We'd go toe-to-toe creating
Sock puppets of different kinds

Google button eyes and button noses
Yarn for hair, felt mouths and ears
Duct tape bow ties or embellishments 
Of ribbons and broken old jewelry

Using are new funny-looking puppets
Button eyes wiggling upon our hands
Nine of us would put on puppet plays
Each puppet was given a crazy name
And now it's show time, so quiet please

For Black Eyed Susan's contest, "Buttons"


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Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


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Hope

The phone rings innocently.
Who is at the other side?
Could be no one then yet a peculiar feeling tells
me it is the bearer of bad news.
Still I answer hoping I am wrong.
My mother is ill, trapped between two worlds; 
the worlds of fear and courage.
My ears hear every word but my mind has created a 
sudden barrier that nothing seems to
penetrate like some sort of
steel web of unwanted denial.
Fear floods my body like a torrent
river flow, eroding strength
and stability.
How much longer can I bare it?
Never it seems but hope still glimmers 
regardless of how dim.
Miles are between us, 
I feel numb and unexpectedly lost.
Where am I?
It’s certainly not here in the presence 
of fallen angels.
The bell of hope strikes a sharp note creating a 
gentle chime awaking my
senses to the news,
they are sharpened making
the fear of loss suddenly
commanding, corrupting my
inner strength making it weak.
I continue to listen all the 
while my body is screaming
in protest.
The voice stopped, I hung up,
the pain and fear never lessened.
Time went by all the while my
mind was constantly in a state
of anguish and grief.
Endless stories were created,
each one worse than the last.
My family begun to shatter like
a broken mirror, reflecting only
the scars of misery and needless
hurt.
Hope still glimmered but appeared
distant and out of reach.
My mind grew tender, endless misery
has eaten away at my last thoughts
of happiness.
The sting of fear created heartache
for the bond between mother and child
was nearly severed,
severed by the hands of
an unwanted deity.
A deity of life itself.



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Mali's Day

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream

so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew

Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me

From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold

On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee

To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee


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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE


As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Meeting Expectations

From a tender age I felt a strain with my mother
She labelled me “highly strung” I irritated her!
I struggled through life, desperate for her affection
The harder I tried to please, the greater the divide.
She loved my brothers, I could never understand
Saddened, I turned to my father, he was my rock.
I chalked it down to not meeting her expectations.

Years passed, I ended the struggle with mother
I married and was blessed with children of my own.
Realising that each child is unique, so different
I wondered for years how this could be so......
They were both born from us, the same parents
We raised them with the equal values and norms
The opposites they are, never ceases to amaze me.

I love my children, embrace their individuality.
Encourage them to be free, to be just as they are.
My children will always be treated as equals
Loved unconditionally, I have no expectations
Forever proud of these two powers in my world
I remain in awe at the achievement of them!


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Twisted Fate

A pocket of money he doesn’t have
A bucket of tender and love he can’t buy
Of simple moves he complains
Of simple actions he shouts
If he was my man 
I would have never forgiven him
I would have never lasted 
But he isn’t and I’m not that great 
But I’m still mad and annoyed and broken 
Of what he does
Of the craziness that has got into him 
And I pray to God
Day by day 
That all to be resolved
All that love to be returned
I can’t fool myself
What has gone is to never be replaced
What has lost its spark has gone to waste
But hope is killing us to survive
Begging us to stay 
And we listen, we obey 
But hope becomes old
And time is thrown to waste
Love and pleasure, respect 
Is never to be again in place
Why ?
I ask myself this question everyday 
But it seems it has none but one answer
Compulsion….
Compulsion to lose love
Compulsion to bury respect
Compulsion to fight and never be the same
Compulsion to forsake loyalty 
Why ? 
Because dark is stronger than light
Even if light tries to persuade dark 
Dark is too stubborn 
It will never obey…


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West Side Story, My Brothers, Mother and Me

I cried for them this afternoon
Knew them since the matinee started
Saw them fall in love
At first sight, the world stopped
Everything was silent at the sight of it
They looked and were lovers
Later that day on their knees
Repeating vows that till today
They saw only in throw away plays
I cried for them, their lost love
But not for mother whose long life ended
By the Yankee Sluggers creeping disease
What was there to cry about?
As the blue ice calved from glacier slabs
Creased iron plates, made orphans, widows
And most aboard but not me or my mother
Or the yet unborn twice told tale
Tony was told she died, frantic with fear
He called out for her but got Chino instead
Saw her running to him, delirious with fear and joy
He got a bullet instead, tearing threw his back
Breaking his heart in half he fell into her arms
She covered his face with kisses and tears
And I too wept again for what could have been
What should have been for mother, died without my tears                                   
For I knew not how to give!
Instead to those I gave tears so freely
But I knew them since the matinee started
Who cried for my three brothers
Charley, like Marley dragged his chains around
And spent a life time sawing them off, Michael who fell
From heaven one day, curly hair and welcoming smile
Orphaned by mother who just gave him away
Brain dead one day in June, the rest followed six months to the day
Brother Tom, large lonesome eyes never saw what the world wondered.                             Water boarded at age five, he left and never returned
Last month got cancer and died exactly one month later.
I cried today for the matinee lovers,
When I should have cried for them. 

 


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Take Me

They played reverse psychology with his mind He felt so stupid Like everything he had ever believed was a lie The auras are bad, we continued to say They are not good Test the spirits…test the spirits He went haywire He pushed away How could we blame him? His body was not his own Come to grips, we told him The doctors don’t understand But still we must not jump to conclusions You are strong; you have God The upper hand If I lift this bed will you think otherwise? Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you You are nobody compared to him in my eyes Your wonders are for wonderment alone You wander and then you stay You prey prey prey Those that prey desire nourishment Those who prey lack strength And to grab onto the youngest Mistaking him for stupid and weak That is below everything unworthy That is just pathetic Whatever you are You are not him And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement You hurt my closest friend And it is on You will be the reason The fire of my claws flare You will be the very thing I will devour It preyed on his innocence It made itself his friend Acting the hero Burning him to nothing in the end Come to grips, we said No more writing No more imagination The auras are not good He is not good! Laura is not good! Life life life is not good! You prey on a sick, young boy You are messing with a demon like me! I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to! Believe me I will hide more under the timbers And I will crawl out Spewing perversity and hate And drag you in with me True colors will surround you I realize you have the power To kill my loved one I stake alone I hand the burning torch to you And with fire surrounding me I spit and hiss Take me Take me instead I know you want all And all live in me You cannot turn down my offer Become me And I will destroy me


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A Far Away Hug

A FAR AWAY HUG

Though my eyes will not be there
To see how you touch our baby
I’m sure you whisper to him my name
This is your father’s far away hug

Though my ears will not be there
To hear his first cry in the morning
I’m sure you whisper to him my name
This is your father’s far away hug

Though you won’t hear my voice
To say how happy I am to have you both
I’m sure you whisper to him my name
This is your father’s far away hug

Though my hands will not be there
To feel and touch your hands
I’m sure you whisper to him my name
This is your father’s far away hug

Though I can’t see you now
In my mind you are perfectly pictured
That I was holding both you and your mother
With feet to take you where you’d go
With eyes to see you enjoying the sunset’s glow
With ears to hear your laughter
With arms to comfort you both
And will never be a far away hug.



Posted also in voicesnet.com poetry site: 4/22/2009


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The Lion's Tale

Hear the Lion roar above the rapids

Hear that Lion roar;

But what if this Lion would roar no more?

And nothing was left for him to roar for.

His home is gone; His land been taken; His children ran; His life forsaken;

And though the Lion may roar above the rapids; That will be the last we’ll see

For if you can not be happy then why bother being free?


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Interim

This fertile womb lies still in wait.
Void of motion, sound and love;
A lonesome space of plaster and brick.
Worn carpets and marked walls
That surround this shell,
Are signs of seed now grown and gone.
This cell has served a family well.
More fruit within this void shall swell.


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Come Back To Us

Your heart has become so dark
No truths are spoken from your lips
You are only about yourself anymore
We wonder where has the real you gone

What happened to turn you so cruel
Asking to be forgiven again and again
Will you ever turn your life back around
Cling to the love that is given to you

Hold eye contact to your family lifeline
Know that we are here for you evermore
When we see you hurt we hurt even more
We love you more then you will ever know

You are hurting more then just yourself
Take a good look into your mirror dear
Ask yourself where the gentle you has gone
We pray you find her and her gentle heart

And when you find her once more
We pray you will come back to us
Our love for you continues to grow
This you should always remember      


Entry for P.D.'s Free Verse Contest
written by: Carol Brown
10th Place Winner



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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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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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In Gods arms

Month one

Mommy

I am only 8 inches long

but I have all my organs.

I love the sound of your voice.

Every time I hear it

I wave my arms and legs.

The sound of your heart beat

is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy

today I learned how to suck my thumb.

If you could see me

you could definitely tell that I am a baby.

I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.

It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy

I'm a boy!!

I hope that makes you happy.

I always want you to be happy.

I don't like it when you cry.

You sound so sad.

It makes me sad too

and I cry with you even though

you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy

my hair is starting to grow.

It is very short and fine

but I will have a lot of it.

I spend a lot of my time exercising.

I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes

and stretch my arms and legs.

I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.

Mommy, he lied to you.

He said that I'm not a baby.

I am a baby Mommy, your baby.

I think and feel.

Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.

I don't like him.

He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home.

The doctor called it a needle.

Mommy what is it? It burns!

Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy

I am okay.

I am in God's arms.

He is holding me.

He told me about abortion.

Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

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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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The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



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Softly Leaving

July 6, 2010


Softly Leaving


I’ll be happy remembering the good old days
Where moments with childhood friends once reigned
While some still here, some already gone to their final destiny
It is with great affection to see old pictures kept atop the attic

Maybe a stroll on seashore to get a deep gulp of air
Or a thin fog to finely spray on my eyelashes
To write my name in the sand and let the waves take it
Try stone skipping and see how many bounces it make across the surface

I’ll go to our parish church and take my last communion
And ask forgiveness for all sins I have committed 
Pray to God that my last day will be acceptable to my loved ones
That they will not cry but give them courage to live without me

For the rest of my moment, I’ll embrace my son and wife
Until my last breath fades away


4th place winner
IF I HAD JUST ONE DAY LEFT TO LIVE CONTEST
7/31/2020 Sponsored by: Audrey Carey


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The Teen

How do you say you love them?
They declare they don’t need you.
Then they ask if their clothes are clean.
You fix their lunch, and then they tell you to go away.
You give them lunch money so others won’t see you’ve fixed their lunches.
You give them the car, yet they won’t call to say they’ve arrived safely.
You tell them to pay attention when driving, but learn with the first real scare.
They say they can drive, then will wreck the car in the first year of solo driving.
They hug their girlfriends, but don’t want you around.
They need you in troubles, but can’t stand you in peace.
They go beyond the limits, then sneer at your demands.
They need help but won’t listen to your advice.
They need help but will try to do it all alone.
They want to be on their own, but depend on you.
They go off alone, but will keep coming back for yet a while.
They love you but will never say so.
They hate the situation they’re in, but aren’t ready to leave.
They think they’re ready for everything, but they’re not.
They think they’re ready to be alone, but the world won’t let them be.
I love my teen and will worry when he finally leaves.
His relief will be tinged with fear.
He will always be welcome back home, but may not come.
I will miss him and he will miss me, though he will never admit it.
He thinks I don’t understand how things are today, because I’m old.
Technology changes, but the emotions of growing up are always the same.
Needing to go forward, but feeling trapped remains the same with each generation.
Being held back by time, conventions, laws, and rules never changes.
I understand, they’re just too young to realize that I do.
I do understand, because I’m already standing in the world he wants to enter.
You will know they care after they’ve left home and call home to hear your voice.
Someday they may even come home, kiss you, and say thanks.

Contest: Coming of Age  2nd place


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This Thing Called Love

Twas just the greatest treasure,

that Mankind has ever found. 

Yet its bounty is not hidden inside a chest, 

nor buried underground, 

It won,t be all piled up and shining in a mound, 

You won,t need a key to unlock it, 

in fact it,s not even bound, 

Yet it can be found, 

by just about anyone, 

from a panda to a hound, 

You do not need x-ray eyesight, 

nor ears that hear the slightest sound, 

No, this thing-a-ling almost anyone can bring, 

In fact its all around. 

It comes from deep, deep, deep inside, 

with blessings from the Man above, 

It comes sometimes in an instant, 

sometimes it nestles in like a glove, 

What is this one thing, 

that makes you want to sing, 

and live peacefully like the dove, 

It introduces all Queens to her King, 

Why of course, 

this thing is Love.


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Looking for Nancy Emily

Unhooking the chain 
I opened the rusty gates
to Olive Branch Cemetery
Hallowed ground of yesteryear
Peaceful as the name sounds.
There is a place of comfort sweet
Near to the heart of God
A place where we our Savior meet
Near to the heart of God
Like a white butterfly fluttering from 
One headstone to another headstone
where sweet clover blossoms rested their heads
protecting the ancestors of long ago—
Stopping by each one 
I gently touch and wonder
Standing on rolling hills of countryside
Six-foot tall or five-foot short
giants of the soil
English honest proud
farmers tilling the land 
children by their side helping
with French heritage mother 
 who listened to the tears,
cooked meals, washed clothes
lesser than the men but carried on.
Walking in time  thinking, then
      Seeing it!
I lifted up Nancy Emily’s initialed stone
N E P lying on the ground 
young farm girl no state aid 
rocking her baby boy
For when my heart is troubled, filled with fear,
Jesus whispers peace
Young lad gladdening saddened family hearts.
I wonder her pain kept a secret
Until descendants began to unearth
digging deeper than her simple grave

Nancy Emily, rest well knowing
your descendants are bright and fruitful
healing the sick 
      teaching children 
           keeping the law
    at home and afar raising children to become.
Whispering hope, O how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice
Oh! Family of long ago
toiling planting reaping caring
lying now on former fields
with mottled stones announcing your place.
N E P stands upright.
Feeling like a mighty oak tree 
faithful and fulfilled,
I leave
fastening tight the rusty gates—
past secured for future


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Dearest Child

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

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


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One Wish

As I close the door behind me… I stand upon the porch.
Every day I leave here… becomes so much more bitter sweet.
I found the money yesterday so I could pay my note,
But what about next month or the others sure to come.
I raised my children faithfully under this old roof, and…
Memories abound, like the raindrops that hit upon my roof.
Yes, I admit leaving here will cause a little pain.
But the day-to-day struggles have striped away the gain.
Where once I held on steadfast… now I waiver on that thought.
Instead of seeing comfort, now it’s the struggles I have fought.
The food upon the table… outweighs the comfort of this house.
But yet, my heart still bleeds for what will soon be lost.
How to tell the children… it will be hard at its very best.
I’m sure they’ll rail against it and cause me more pain, yet.
But I can’t expect them to understand, this old grownups shame.
I promised to protect them… so today I’ll continue on my search
A job or a little money may pop up from anywhere, you know.
All I have to do is keep my feet planted firmly on the ground.
God will provide eventually, even if it’s a step, or two, or three down.
Every day as I close the door behind me and I stand upon this porch…
I say a little prayer and add a little wish…
May tomorrow find us better off than here we are today…
And may others please be helped like us… as we try to make our way.

CSEastman


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Summertime Celebration, Freedom

I love summertime.
Especially the ones—
Meandering from here
To where with only 
   One care.
Adventure

Three curious children and a map
Destined for experience.
The trunk packed to the rim:
Ravioli, tuna, applesauce, and veggies, 
Salty crackers, peanut butter, jelly
And you name it…snacks galore.
Lots of pillows, covers and 
Camping gear--

We were ready to:
     Go or stop…
     Snack or eat…
At a picnic table,
In a park, or anywhere,
Even in the car.
Together as one:
   Driving,
   Looking
   Learning.
Family votes --

Hey, I’ll bet that’s why-
They were:  Good. Helpful
  …and Curious
They were liberated 
     For the summer!!!  
No structure- only:
Fun. Joy. Surprises.
Oh, the togetherness…smiling.

We were Free—

Free to drive all the way to New York,
Park for 30 minutes, wave at the Statue of Liberty,
And drive a thousand miles back home. 
Free to stand on the Continental Divide one day
And camp in the Grand Tetons the next.
Free to explore Yellowstone National Park
…Or ride on a carriage in San Francisco.
Free to dig for fossils in Aurora, North Carolina
Or see: the Painted Desert and The Petrified Forrest.

We were Free—Free—Free—to Celebrate Summer…. and we did!!!


ORIGINALLY POSTED 4/13/2009
Reposted for Poetry Soup Member Contest: First Poem On Soup 	
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot


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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier


Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
 beaming 
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 


Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
 
White
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
 
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 


So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!


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Pearls

-I want to dress in Diamonds and be a glamorous girl
   -I want to travel around I want to see the world
   -I practice late at night in five inch heels
   -Nightly in the mirror with laughter and squeals
 
     -Caught within a glance 
     -All the place I would go if given the chance
      -Capturing all the peoples love
      -Without breaking a single stance
 
  -Pearls of wonder around my neck
   -Strings of beauty amazingly set
   -To me they bring passion into my world
   -It's nice to look into the mirror at a beautiful girl
 
     -A tap on the floor beginning my midnight hoard
      -For with this routine I would never get bored
      -A chance in the glass without hesitations flask
      -I reach for the hairdryer and raise up my past


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Demon In My Closet

There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say
 I have kept him there safely, each and every day
 Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray
 He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play
 I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways
 
It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay
 Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate
 The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay
 But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand
 He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding
 
Something more suitable than just a standard branding
 A mark of a book, a devils open handing
 A demon to help me through troubles and fears
 A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears
 He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers
 But I think my favorite time is where leers



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A Squirrels Tears

How do I describe such distress?
A squirrel sat on a lower limb,
His mother had chased him from the nest.
His heart was broken, in upheaval, a mess.
His home gone. His mother turning her back so new.
Oh what, oh what will he ever do?
Each breath he takes is a mighty gulp,
Then the sound so soulful with every shout.
Cries of pain were so deeply felt, 
That every bout rips my heart inside out.
It renders me tearful to hear the sounds flow…
The need to help him drives me so,
How could his mother yield such a blow?
But he is wild and won’t let me help his woe.
A human I’d hold so warm and tight.
I’d build a nest for him if it were right.
But I know he won’t accept my help, 
As he cries on and on in his plight.
For an hour he tore my heart to shreds…
Then finally a young squirrel came from another tree, instead.
Together they ran off fulfilling his needs…
His cries stopped. He’d found what he wanted with those pleas…
Now if mankind could only help those in need, with such simplicity.


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Birthday I Will Never Forget

It’s been 5 years since I’ve seen my daddy and he’s going to be here
Here at my 9th birthday party with all my friends and family
I can barely contain the excitement but a little nervous too
So many people waiting for me at the skating rink
All there to celebrate my birthday, everyone there for ME
As I see my daddy I take off running into his arms
And I’m crying and so is he as we embrace each other
We’re both so happy with smiles across our faces
Looking around I see all my friends, their moms and dads
I see my family and for once my mom AND my dad are here too
All waiting for me to blow out my candles and make a wish
But this was my wish to have everyone I love here for me
But then my dad asked to take me to pick out my presents
My mom said no and they both started to yell in front of everyone
Everyone watching and staring at them argue
As I sat in a corner crying because all my dad wanted
Was to take his little girl to get what her heart desired
Mommy whisked me away and daddy never got the chance to say goodbye
Mommy fought to get me in the car as I stared out the back window crying
Wishing I had made that wish when I blew out my candles 




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I am Strong

Here I am
Just as myself
Never stepping down
Always in leadership
And I refuse to wear a frown

I’ve fluttered up from the bottom
Released my pessimistic views
Like a dove with broken wings
They have healed,
And away I flew 

I can’t be broken down
You will see me as a whole
The pieces held together
By my family pure as gold

I work to make my living
Sometimes it is so tough
But I wouldn’t change a second
What is life without love?

In the place that I live 
Not the nicest
Far from best
But we are working our way up
My family’s stronger than the rest

Don’t take me as a bragger
But my confidence is firm
If I can make it through a tragedy
Then surely,
I can make it through a storm
-Miranda Lambert-
*free verse


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Catching Cadence

Along the crossing of a river bank I see currents enchanted by your smile even rainbows mimic your spotless splendor Words slip from my sluggish thoughts as i paint your nature with poetry The truth of your beauty, already written Nothing else should replace like wings need not rest on another wings to fly or rather a dew to your rosy cheek I am here, wandering with the carried waves catching cadence of how unknown rhymes are made out of your turbulent tides I threw gazes at the stars shining on you and emotions evolve out of how much I want you to “be mine”


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A Cloud Within a Cloud

Imagine…
A family sitting in a living room; the living room made of sofas and chairs
The sofas told a tale of antiques; never a complexion, even to the brain’s follicles of hair
Her grandfather, and other members of the family sat there; 
laughing; nourishing the air
There she sat, opposite to her grandfather’s left side
She looked at him, at his laugh, and smiled
Everyone around them seemed to be damped with fog;
nothing was seen except; herself, her grandfather, and a picture that seemed unprepared to 
trod
Her grandfather held that picture and saw his grandson
Immédiatement*, he smiled and admired the photo’s photon
She then spoke and told her grandfather that his grandson has now grown;
thus calling his grandson to come; to be shown
There, his grandson arrived, and his grandfather held him in his hands and placed him on his 
laps
It was a beautiful scene without any empty gaps
But then, she noticed her grandfather didn’t look at her;
it was as if she was out of the picture…
It was then she realized like she was talking to him, but he didn't hear her...

It was then she noticed that it was a dream within a dream...

She had seen her grandfather when she was three
But now, she misses him a great deal…

‘May you rest in peace’ 





*Immédiatement: Immediately


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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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What is a family

It’s not the location of the family, it’s the location of your heart.

It’s a smile that fits like a glove made especially for you.

It’s a tear that erases the years of your absence.

It’s the love that binds your heart, yet never confines your spirit.

It’s an unspoken acceptance and forgiveness before you require it.

It’s the gratitude of birth and the grace of life. 

It’s born of blood, or an alliance of kindred spirits that cannot be broken.

It’s not always who you have chosen, but who has chosen you.

It’s the people around you that encase you from the world.

It’s the people around you that rejoice in your courage to face the world.

It's the people that you have the honor to cherish, encourage and inspire.

It’s where your spirit feels at peace and at home, 

It’s where your being belongs.


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My Angel

I kiss her goodnight, two months to the day, and prepare the van, for an overnight stay.
The plan is, a family trip to the shore No thought of regret, can't open that door
Hours had passed, when I heard my wife's cry, I rushed to that cry, so to nullify
The fear in her eye's, I saw from the door, directing me toward, the horror she saw
Then I'm inside, on my baby's right side, I see she's blue, and I know what to do
The soldier inside, is trained to save lives I pumped her chest, and gave her my breath
I got on the line, all while keeping time, rescue arrives and, I hear SHE'S ALIVE!
We fly outside, to follow her ride, lights flash emergency, on the outside
There is no time to spare, when we arrived, we rush through the door, to be by her side
I Pray that my daughter, fought and survived, no words spoken, I can see from Doc's eye's
My heart hits the floor, and breaks deep inside, facing my wife, I can tell her no lies
We dropped at the door, our daughters no more, for she didn't survive, this ambulance ride
Now she's our Angel, we know this inside My family now four, will have to abide For picture frame contest


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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


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grandfather

ancient journey's
with grandfather
who's endless songs
touched days twilight


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Distant Love

The hours dwindle slowly by- 
When I want you by my side. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath 
As you kiss away my pride. 
 
The anger melts away, 
When I'm held within your arms.
My balance quickly faltering;
As I fall for all of your charms.
 
The weeks are always longer-
When I don't get to have you near.
Wishing that I could run to you- 
The distance heightening my fear. 
 
The hours go by rapidly-
When you are finally home. 
 Leaving me all by myself;
With my thoughts to roam. 
 
The cycle starts all over- 
I'm wishing that you were free. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath. 
Until you come right back to me. 


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Berkeley Politics

The pennies from my pocket
Fall
And turn into the ash in
The cracks along some sidewalk
I have never walked on

In daylight I reflect upon the disappearance
And count on cut out fingers
All the days I spent looking for the copper bits
But
Sometimes when the moon in the mind
Reflects some of the darkness
I only shed light
On the depression of their absence

The reason I am looking
For these few and far pieces
Is to pay the price
Of another man’s ruined glory

To pay the hobo
Leaning on the corner streetlight
He was once the politician
Hoping for change


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A HOME




A home full of understanding and trust,
Compose of children, a mother and a father,
Who face trials bravely without breaking,
 Who will live and love each other forever.

A father who support and discipline, 
A mother who takes care and be a light,
Children follow and help their parents,
A happy home where unity is present .

Strong bond that no one can destroy, 
If have faith in God even evil can’t annoy,
Each member has its own responsibilities,
With smile on their lips to do their duties.

A home may not perfect as what they say,
As long as each member will find a way,
To solve problems that come in their life everyday,
It’s a great blessing they receive from our Almighty .


May 25, 2013
For Leonora's "A Home" Contest
4th Place Winner


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Collage of Warm Illusions


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


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Damn you dementia

I stand and wonder as I gaze upon the prone shell of my father’s former self.
The shadowy remnants of a bull of a man slowly wasting away 
A man with a brilliant mind, a mind now faded, all but gone.
He lays there with the needs of a small child needing constant care.
Another victim of an insidious disease that robs you of your mind and dignity.
Call it what you will, be it dementia, senility or Alzheimer’s. 
It is the thief that strips you of your freedom, your fortune and finally, your life.
What God would cast that upon a righteous man?


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Watching Us Age

I'm watching you age
into wiser smiles, measured steps.
(Your lines look beautiful)

Gravity of life reshaped
our foolish expenses of energy
(Oh, the hurrying we did together)

wasted vanity of emotions.
I love our becoming...
more vast of vivid moments

(Our expanding normal bits)
gnarled with experiences.


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Sister, You're Remarkable

You’re truly unbeatable…
I’m so tired of living in fear
You’re remarkable…
And yet…I feel the total opposite…I wish hope would draw near…

You’re truly irreplaceable…
It’s so hectic outside…
You’re very vigilant and I’m very irritable
My eyes are sweating…I’m a coward by your side

You can call it jealousy
You can call me horrid names
You can call it envy
But, I look up to you… because you’re a better writer than I
Laura, promise me you’ll be by my side
I love you…though it feels like hope has dried
Don’t crumble me up…consider my voice…
I trust you…you’re like a best friend…but it’s your choice…
To leave me behind…
I know…it seems that I’m blind…
I’m greedy and your beauty shines on
Your writings amaze me…you are a lot of fun

You’re truly amazing
I’m, on the other hand, not a good enough poet
You’re so fascinating
And yet…I feel that we’re not on the same boat…and I know it…
And that’s not all of it…

You’re truly a genius
It’s so cold outside…I’m freezing out here
You’re very nice and full of greatness
My heart is beating profoundly…I’m a loner, wandering away in fear

You can call it jealousy…you can say that I’m weak 
But, I respect you, Laura…I love you immensely 
I love my whole family…they fill my heart with glee, not bleak 
I don’t envy you…I appreciate your sympathy 
Towards me


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Peace Is Needed For Pete's Sake

Imagine children waking up to bombs and sirens in the night.
Parents calming their children's screams of fright.
Rockets bursting in air.
People fleeing their homes, cries of anguish in their voices.

Violence, suffering, dying, too much-
Children homeless, parentless, living on streets.
Peace is needed for Pete's sake.

Politics, religion, race, and greed-
People world wide open your eyes.
We're destroying our human race.

Allow the children to hear laughter again.
Laying their heads on a love one's lap,
Lifting fears and giving them hope
A brighter future for man, woman and child.
Is that asking for too much?

Nothing but destruction in minds of many.
Stop, stop destroying humankind.
Find peace and heal in time.


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From The Glasses of Innocent Eyes

Snuggling through words
Playing the role of her ruse
The broken family picture
Erase the humanity from her bone

Playing hide and seek with realism
She stands under the spotlight
As if the audience blindfolded 
As if they were meant to be deaf

Rely on the notion of her self perspective
She lost on the devil road 
While the innocent eyes finaly judge
While the innocent eyes finaly speak

Collapsed by the evidence of her mistake
Her child takes the wounds in silent sob
There is no concern
Or no room to pity the misled past

From the glasses of innocent eyes
No more Mom figure but ghost
No more hero, just zero
No longer appreciated or feel betrayed

The child must walk on her maturity 


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The Bitter Truth

~Heart opens, Legs close~

If only 'lover' of nowadays could actualize 
What real love is and not that type they play second fiddle to.
If they could stand on their toes to solve relationship puzzles
By being rational in their approach (to it).
Then they would have found out
The true meaning of love
And would as well be able to 
Distinguish it between its counterfeit.

Real love is true love.

With love at first sight 
You can love more than once
And be heartbroken on several occasions.

Love is not sex and Sex is not love.
You can have sex and not necessarily be in love.
You can be in love and not necessarily engage in sex.

Using sex to manipulate a man will eventually fail,
Cos a man may hate you and still have sex with you.
It is self deception to think that 
Giving man sex will make him love you.

True love will never force you to engage in sex.
A man who doesn't love you,
Will not change his mind because of sex.

True love comes from the heart and is often unimaginable and unexplained.

If man tells you to prove your love by having sex with him,
You should know he is only using you as (may be one of) his toy.
And if he is attracted to you because of his titillating figure,
Sooner or later, 'better sex' will take him away from you.
Submitting yourself to him as his sex slave is a great mistake and an act of foolishness.

True love will never shame or degrade you.

If a man truly loves you, he will understand your feelings and will listen to you. 
He will respect and stand by you. 
He won't want you to get hurt
 And he will be ready to hold back his sexual desire
Until that holy night.

Be wise!

 For: Russell Sivey's "Enlightenment, hope and harmony" Contest.
23rd March, 2013


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Memories Made to Ponder

It was a tin-roof wooden house standing 
Across the red brick cobblestone street 
Adjacent to a wide open field full
Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where 
My father’s boyhood home was nestled  
Quietly in his home town. 

Often times we’d travel to visit 
The grandparents still living there 
In that Americana corner of our lives.
We didn’t know much of anything at all except 
The sky was blue, love was true and we 
Youngsters were the apples of the old folk’s eyes.

We’d sit for hours in white wicker rocking chairs
I helped paint one time with newspaper on the floor 
And a horsehair brush grandma gave me 
To teach me that painting needn’t be a lesson 
In staying between the lines.  “Sometimes,” she’d say,
“It’s better to let the paint flow 
And speak for itself in time.” 

And granddad liked to watch the sky – especially at night 
When stars were burning bright and would point towards Polaris and say:
“Heaven’s over that a-way.”  And during daylight hours 
When storm clouds appeared and we could hear 
Thunder and lightning all around, he’d laugh and dance 
As if the circus were coming to town.  

We watched mocking birds and blue jays flying in and out 
Of all the tree top branches and leaves singing 
Their love making lullabies to us and one another and then
As quickly as they arrived, 
Disappeared into the wind.  
It seems we’re not much different 
Rather family, foe or friend.  
  
Accordingly, the old house still stands today 
But the dear old folks have slipped away.  
Perhaps to the place once pointed to
High above that night sky view 
Where comets roam and grandpa liked to call “Up yonder,”  
Leaving me with thoughts of gold 
And memories made to ponder.         


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Grandmother's Joy

            
           for my grandson Richard III

My grandson is a "Big Boy'' -
He is a Grandmother's joy.

With my grandson we are one team:
We read, we play, we walk, we swim.

He shows me his school grades,
Shares private little secrets.

We like to ride the bicycle
Around the pond's circle.

His dream is to be a policeman
Protect the people from bad men.

My grandson's smile is sunny,
He makes the world shiny.

My grandson is a " Big Boy''!
He is a Grandmother's joy!


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Little Blue Eyes

Your little blue eyes

are as blue as the crystal

blue sea on an enchanting day.

Your little heart is

as sweet as the

finest honey to

be found.

Your cute little smile

delights all who see it,

making everyone who

comes in contact with

you feeling so warm

and cheerful inside.

Holding you in my arms

my little Grandson,

makes me feel so

delighted to be your

Grandfather and so

proud of you.

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THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


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A Granddaughter's Pain

That horrible day she heard those words.
The cawing of those dreadful birds.
The pain in her chest found its way to her eyes.
Her breath came out in only short sighs.
Her sister there to hold her hand,
Trying to be strong for the both of them.
The day had come, they knew it would.
But faster than it probably should.
They made as much noise as they possibly could.
Anything to  keep away the silence of death,
And as the tears kept falling, 
they did their best,
To try and forget this disastrous mess.
But as hard as they denied it, 
they knew it was true.
He was gone from this world, 
wasn’t meant for it too.
The last words he spoke, 
were held to be true.
“ when all the feelings had been felt,
And all the tears shed.
Let the acceptance begin.”
They echoed again and again.


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Am I - A Good Mother

Am I ~ a good mother Does she ~ feel how much I love her Can she ~ see the sacrifices I make Will she ~ understand they are in her namesake While my mind and heart were at war My “hero” ~ had something in store She ~ rescued me once more With a phone call from 700 miles away Enthusiasm in her voice ~ she went on to say “Guess what mommy; I have to write an essay” Topic:”The most important woman in my life” Her words gently removed depressions knife She ~ pulled my spirit from home in the dark afterlife She ~ continued with a few questions for me Answers she already had ~ all I did was agree If only she knew ~ how much doubt filled my mind “Am I a good mother” ~ how could I be so blind Is it wrong for me to be so far away Will it hinder the bond we’ve held since her “birth” day Without being burdened with question nor task She ~ rescued and reassured me in a flash Now when in doubt or I can’t find my way I pray my guardian angel answers ~ as she did today Down on my knees I will look to the sky Thank God for the blessing in her eyes Thank him for hearing my cries And for delivering my reply “Mommy listen as I tell you why” Lay


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Grandfather Clock

An Antique Clock, a familiar place
Gathers dust -
and rust
But three gold chimes which hang lo' face
As Its hands go 'round
Familiar sound repeats
The pendulum, "to -fro, to - fro"
of-time, out-of-rhyme
Honestly - slo'!
ten minutes?
A top o'clock, a world of stars         
Continues tickin', like an old pro
Ne'er been moved, of fear, to break
Age- two hundred years?
Many Times, might've sold
Yes priceless, to behold
Any replicate, fake
Singin' - ringin' steady tune makes   
Tick-Ding - Tick-Ding
Agnize it's noon
A few minutes, give or take
Envision the hours spent
As Time-keeper - Grandpa King

The years pass -
minutes, sent, spent -
from high
Overlooking
generations -
relations
Happily observe, some with disdain
Hundreds passed, a handsome piece
Nephews, a niece
children-Grand, great ones, too
Sons, daughters, lovers, and well
A place to dwell
If only we knew - 
what this "Granddad" would tell
Memories, millions are they
As seconds continue to play
and Centuries travel...
Endless, where has it been, where...




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A Great Lady

                                           

                                                 A Great Lady

                             She made every summer happy and free,
                              with sleepovers out in the country.
                             
                             She made sticky buns and lemon tea,
                              on her old wood stove just for me.

                             She had good words for one and all,
                             and a ear to listen to everyone woes.

                             She was warm, loving with a heart of gold,
                             A great lady, my Grandma.


                                       Anne Rutherford
                                       Copyright 2008
                                Poems From The Heart Series
                    
                               



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Or So I've Been Told

You're a mystery to me, a modicum of memory.
I have your straight nose; your big, clumsy feet;
Your dry sense of humour and stubborn streak -  
Or so I've been told.
I know you loved history - dusty books left behind.
I've heard stories about you, but they can't define
Who you really were. 
I remember snippets of your eulogy, given by my dad, 
The son-in-law you didn't like but grew to love.
I wish you'd known me long enough
To love me too.
But maybe it's better this way, trying to figure you out
Like a game of Clue, which I've been told 
I once played with you.
So I'll keep piecing you together 
Like the puzzles you loved,   
Because you truly are the most fascinating person
I've never known.


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Addict

Screaming, ranting, raving
When the world didn't do it your way,
Your anger so violent
I feared for your heart;
A blood vessel, like a fuse
That's all it takes
Blown and you 're out
Forever.
You threatened so often
That it would make us happy
If you died.
No! No! No!
That's not the way
It's supposed to be.
We love you then and now.
We wanted for you
The help you so desperately needed
And we couldn't give
Or get for you.
You  have to ask for yourself.
Yet, you would not, could not ask;
It would not be manly
To show such 'weakness".
Now, we say,
If only, if only,
If only, what?


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Offended

Offended 
is ignorance
a lack of understanding
silence 
is not for everyone

humans speak
and do things 
different than you
or your faction
true 
or untrue
or stretch truth

what's the worry?
stressing 
over someone else's beliefs 
takes you away 
from your own routine

offended 
is a waste of energy
needed for nothing
causing dangerous sparks
within one's mind
one's heart
one's soul
becomes contaminated
with preoccupations

vengeance breeds furious
often unexpected actions
of ill-will occur 
or changes for the worse 
creep 
in the shadows of good
growing
taking over
"spiritual kudzoo"
none could tame

extinguish your dealings
with petty rage
of another imperfect being's mouth
cancer vanishes easier
with early detection
MOVE ON!
or at least learn
from your polar opposite 


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TO MY DEAREST PARENTS

I was in a big world
wherein there's a crowd in every place
I can go on my own
yet, I go to the repeated phase

There are two most important face
that might makes my life's craze
I might see them as a King and a Queen
in a home where they conquer

It's hard to set aside their commands and demands
even if it is too much, their authority is a must
whether I cooperate or disobey their remarks
they're still around, somewhere, to still keep in touch

so even if those Christian people
keep on telling humanities
about how God created everything
I will always owe my life to my King and Queen,
to my dearest parents.


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The Color of Santa

What race is Santa Clause?
Some say white, some say black.
But at the end of the day, one thing's for sure;
He's the same color as your dad.


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love grows up

Resentment slumbered deep inside of his soul
	Christ echo’s the words to love and forgive 
Anger is deadly one day taking its toll

A child hurt and always betrayed
By those who should protect, nurture, and groom
  He’s grown up angry, and somewhat frayed

Relationships so delicate, precious and fragile
	A young boy inside, he ran to hearts
He leaped and bound through each so agile 

Four walls erected to keep out the hurt. 
	No woman could reach him, and many had tried
His words as sharp as obsidian and curt

He wanted to love but never knew how
	Then came a friend and demanded some time
He opened a book ‘the time has come; the moment is now’
 
The story of Jesus would change his whole life
	Forgiveness was given by the blood of Christ
To learn of forgiveness and faith without strife

Today I am open to help and to love
	God showed me mercy, forgiveness and grace
My wife is an angel sent from above 



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I'm Learning

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Entry For Nancy Jones
7 tile Scrabble Contest 
G.L. All


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Doctor Jeckyll Died No One Cried

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Or just a rumored hypocrite inside…
He went to church and paid a tithe.
But that was just part of his very good side.
Who would have thought that a man like him,
A man of considerable standing,
Would make his own children his sexual toys.
Not just the girls, but also his boys.
They all grew up with mental pain
Two of his boys committed suicide.
How did he do it?
Why did no one tell?
Why did they live that horrible hell?
Emotions and heartaches followed.
The degradations most never knew.
Was he a perverted hypocrite?
Or a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Shifted to his horrible side.
Thank God, he finally died…
No one cried.
Do tell, if it happens to you!

© March 3, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde 
Sponsor	yasmin khan


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Picture

You say,

              "Cheese!"

and in the magic window the time is an eternity present
and there is the girl&daughter&woman
as we always must remember her

                young not old

and i a fool ferocious father beat at my heart
as she dances into yesterday
all smiles and joy

                translucent angel that she is

i miss the delicious child of Then
but wake to a caramel breath of change
almost as good as deep perfume
and celebrate a sacred brilliant life
lingering with me awhile yet, at home.


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Dandelion Seed

She stands lost in a thought
A tiny finger to her lips
Head slightly tilted to one side
Appearing too old for her age
Well, too old for me anyway

Certainly she's only three
How could she be any more
Yet...she is more, so much more
At different times she is more
But, at night, she is three

When I read her "Goodnight Moon"
And she's as Snug as a Bug
After the Prayers are said
When her nightly movie has begun
Then...then she's three

Most days...through my eyes
She's growing like a dandelion
She's a dandelion seed
Being blown away with the breeze
Blown out of my life, in to hers

She stands with her hands on her hips now
Wearing Levi jeans and painted toes
Fascinated by color and texture
Playing the guitar...not really knowing how
And time seems to pass me by

Won't be long and she'll be too old
Too old for my Heart to take
Off in this frightful world 
Spreading her wings to fly away
But at night she'll still be three...to me

So you must go my Angel
I've got you protected in my Heart
During your quietest moments remember
Daddy will always be there with you
And at night you'll still be three

Dandelion seed on the breeze
Flying through eternity
It's the cycle of life you see
Yet in my Dreams you're still three
And you're here with me

© 2011 Kevin Stock


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The Great Blasket Islands

Visits long ago 
to the Blaskets Islands,
to untouched areas 
on the Dingle peninsula
came to mind 
on this sleet winter’s eve.

The peninsula,
nestled in heather mountains.
The coastline,
tongues of lonely white sand.
waved rocks,
drenched in blue mussels
tide pools, 
alive with shrimps and periwinkles
A sea-salted life
unspoiled and free.

Only marine life remains,
but I still hear the music
our native language,
the voices of Seanchaí
the ballads, sean?s, 
Peig Sayers
who shaped our school years,
her renditions of island life
her mad pise?gs,
handed down 
from generation to generation.

Stories of
Islanders huddled together
under thatch,
open turf fires
cooking pot on a hook,
the sweet air wafting
of clay pipe tobacco
a pinch of snuff
sniffed from a silver box,
nursing a glass 
of neat Poitín, uisce beatha,
the strong smell of tweeds
and geansaí báinín.

I think of times lost,
changed forever.
Cottage ruins,
where goats roam free,
An Blascaod Mór
my history, my heritage.

Gaelic words in this poem


* Seanchaí – storytellers
Sean?s – singing without music
Peig Sayers and her mad pise?gs – A Gaelic writer who we studied in school and her mad superstitions.
Poitín, uisce beatha – very strong alcohol made from potatoes, called the water of life.
geansaí báinín – strong sheep wool sweaters usually in a cream colour with complex patterns.





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Power Of Love

"When the power of love
overcomes the love of life,
peace and contentment 
extend the hand of remembrance."


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Destiny's Swim

Destiny ran into my room today
"Grandmother, we had such fun
Swimming and playing in the sun"
Her hair a wavy asterisk
Her lips expounding joy
The burnished bronze of her
suntan
The skip in her walk
I relished her swimming pool 
fun and her commitment
to laugh
so simply felt
I saw myself in her decades gone
and then I burned her joy in my eyes
and cherished that she came to
me to share her moment's delight


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Family Warmth

Times shared with kinsfolk are second to none
It was a serene and jovial eastern climate
Atmosphere was full of character
Sitting under the shadow of avocado tree
The moonlight beaming through the aperture of the leaves
The enticing and awe-inspiring sound of ‘Oja’- the African flute
Blaring mixed rhythm of ancient folklores,
Flowing through the sky and leaving imprints on the minds
The drum beats bringing to life the spirits of dead kinsmen 
Every stomp of the feet reminding us of our fallen legends
Calmly hours moved slowly with the cycles of past memories
Smiles melted into laughter, memories turned into scripts
If I could hold eternity in my palm, I would make this time endless
Life is such a lifeless object without family.


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Better paint a smile

Another tough to face morning
I gaze into the mirror
Palored cheeks
Clammy beaten brow
Dark circled tired eyes
Pin pricked pupils peer back
Medicated erupting skin
Drained tightly pursed lips
I know today I'd better paint a smile
Instill the motto to do what I can
When and however that may be
To try new things
Embrace all and use it to my advantage
To overcome adversity
Making a positive difference
To my own life 
And those around me
For it is those small mercies
That make such a difference daily


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Grandma's Cooking

On the stove, in the laundry, office,
Living room, spare bedroom and none
Of your bee's wax. Bear's bite.
Dogs bite fingers, finger licking good!
Grandma's cooking is! Grandpa grills
A mean steak and chicken, shishkbob
I marinate. Yum! Tuna, macoroni and
Cheese, salads, teas, coffees, sweet treats,
Turkey and ham, potatoes and stuffing,
Cranberry sauce, green beans, greens,
Glazed carrots and much more! At my door
Yellow tulips and red roses await your arrival. :-)


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Budding beauty

Age of purity and innocence,
this time of change
meets a blooming maturity
Fulfilling form, stylising figure;
nature produces fine specimen
A time to play with hair and fashion
To perfect beauty, 
applying make-up and perfumes
Bringing forth fresh radiance
Changing mood and attitude
A young lady, pleasing to the eye
stands before mankind
A budding beauty
ready to take on new life style
To seek, settle, nurture,
or give her all to career
Go-getter or jet-setter
her presence is felt near


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Melancholy

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


I stand beside these tangled roots
of this ever changing clock-wood tree. 
Where streams of ink, like dander fluff,
cling to my pen in congealed thought.
I will tread cautiously 'cross this matted sheath,
with the unsure step of weary feet.
Confusion, an utterance of un-trained words,
delivered from the beaks of travelled birds.
‘We strive to live, though live to die!’,
the loud and boisterous blue jay's cry.
Kind hearted sparrow, bright chickadee,
Their soulful song, of clemency.


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Children, I Miss You Both...

I miss...

taking care of you.
making your meals and snacks for you.
telling you " Good morning ", each and every day.
taking you to school and wishing you both a blessed day.
picking you up from school, 
asking how your day went, and what interesting things did you learn.
making your nutritional assessments, and trying to introduce good foods to you.
     hugging you both, and both of you hugging me.
     taking care of you when you are sick,
     comforting you when you don't feel good.
     trying to make your ouwwies not hurt.
     the time that we should get to, and should have gotten to, spend together.
     the quality in living, that we are suppose to have together.
     just holding you.
the tickle fights when you would both tickle me at the same time.
watching and helping you both make awesome artwork.
you both singing, with your beautifully flowing and innocent voices.
tossing you both in the air, only to catch you, while singing,
" I got Aubrey, I got Aubrey, my baby girl "
and " I got Micah, I got Micah, my baby boy "
seeing you both play and invent and build.
watching you ride your bikes.
helping and watching you skateboard.
playing catch with the football or soccer ball.
watching you fill your buckets up with innumerable worms.
just watching you try to catch those slimmy worms.
listening you you both have a belching contest.
listening to you belching the alphabet.
watching you make the armpit farts, and laughing, just like your Uncle Eddie used to do.
     taking you both to various places, and to see the natural beauty.
     taking you to the Ouachita river to throw rocks.  
     taking you fishing, and putting the worms on your hooks for you.
     watching you hold on to the bobber while you throw the stick fishing pole into the river.
     getting you both chocolate covered donuts at Jimmy's Donut Hole.
getting to teach you both good things.
mowing the grass for you to be able to play safely outside.
telling you to pick up your rooms, and to put your clothes in the hamper.
cleaning your rooms for and with you.
organizing your good toys, and throwing out the broken ones.
buying you new clothes, and giving away the ones you'd outgrown.
     telling you that I love you, before you go to sleep.
     wishing you blessed and peaceful sleep, every night.
But most of all, I miss you.
Each and every day, I miss you.
     May you both be blessed, 
     by The Holiest of Holies Himself, 
     in every area of your lives.
Love Mom


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dinner in a mess hall

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dinner in a mess hall... his first Christmas away from home
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (In honor of my oldest grandson who is aboard a Navy destroyer somewhere in the Atlantic, and to the other fine young people who are also spending their holidays so far from home)


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On Turning Sixteen

On Turning Sixteen

At sixteen seconds you cried
And so did I 

At sixteen minutes 
I held you and you held me
by the heart

At sixteen hours 
We were heading home
and our family now 
numbered four

At sixteen days 
Our family was conflicted
Our little man now had a
problem; daddy had another 
child in his life …

At sixteen weeks things 
Were getting crazy
Long nights, loud nights
Son and daughter now
Starting to find companionship 
Comforting. 

At sixteen months
little sister stare,
her hero brother.
Steps becoming strong and sure
Beautiful golden-brown hair
The skin, the smile on waking,
Umber eyes

At sixteen years
Driver’s license
Self-assurance, doubt
Edge of womanhood
Brother and sister BFF
Fleeting childhood
Undying love
Happy Birthday


To Ceci from Dad on her 16th birthday (7/01). Much Love.


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Poem Within a Poem

To a father there may 
Not be a greater joy than 
A child who emulates
Maybe even idolizes his dad.

With a heart pouring over
With love my youngest boy 
Proudly states, “I have written a poem.”
My heart soars and love overflows …

His next words reconfirm what 
I suspected; he wants to be like dad
He asked me to post it on Poetry Soup.
The next lines are his as I beam …

Kind, nice, Outgoing, and Funny this is
How I live in this strange World. I live
With a funny family always cheering 
me on I go to a big school always
being great I have many friends
Always being Awesome intelligent 
People, I go to a nice church
always being kind I really
like my life in this very strange 
world.

I couldn’t have said it better
Little man.


A collaboration of Dad (60) and 
David (10) Eklund


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The Swing In The Oak

The move into the country when...The
Winter cold had already begun, the..Swing
Hanging in the front yard invited......That
Child, to come play, remember how I .Swang
Oh! How much fun, my feet would touch sky..From
Morning until noon then again when.............The
Sun would set red or golden in sky.............Tall
High, higher the swing would go in the........Oak


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No Butterflies in the Ghetto

six million stones
a railroad car streaked red
a thousand astrodomes
swollen with dead children
the population of houston
dallas wiped out

ugly striped prison uniforms
signifying captures and escapes
martin luther as a bigot
bonhoeffer as a hero
dying days before the
liberation

faces from rwanda darfur
signaling the continuance
of a tradition of genocide
a danish fishing boat
hiding neighbors in a
fake bottom to escape
a wicked storming

the pictures of happy
proud loving families
bludgeoned in broken glass

a soft cloth golden star
like a slave branding
pulsating with hatred and
judgement harsher than
the ornate letter a for hester

1500000 butterflies
sewn drawn carved
remembering
the children who lost 
their lives in the 
Holocaust

"Butterflies don't live in here, here in the ghetto" Pavel Friedman, April, l942

Written after a visit to The Holocaust Museum of Houston


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Your Presence

Your presence I feel oh so near, it help me to relieve 
some of my fears of all my everyday cares, I feel your
presence eveywhere.  Whenever I walk down the street,
I can feel the patter of your feet.  I can feel you walking
next to me telling tales of what I mean to you and thinking
about all the things we used to do.

Your presence is so close, it's as if I can smell your fragrance
right under my nose.  I am thinking of your smiling face all
next to mines, telling me how you will love me until the
end of time.  Your presence is oh so strong and as I travel
throughout this day it lingers on.  When I decide to stop and
dine, it's as though I feel your hand right next to mines.  

When I sat down to eat, I can see your eyes staring into
mines, and you sitting there sipping on some wine.
Your presence means so much to me and this is the
way I want it to always be, me feeling you and you
feeling me until forever and eternity.


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FOCUS NEIGHBORHOOD

FOCUS NEIGHBORHOOD

It is a collective concern
A consciousness of soul    few possess
‘Neighborhood’ is the term
We cannot know all    just a few things each one

From somewhere beyond the Milky Way
A powerful telescope zeros-in
Encircling a globe – to that furthest eye a bare acre
And in that focus
That ‘neighborhood’
Is contained a nucleus
Greeks
Spaniards
Italians
Germans
British
Polish 
Russians 
Africans
Orientals
A collective possibility that -
Once smitten    all    with love and concern –
They might free the world


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Sharing Dad

Dad was puttering around today
Playing with me
God we haven’t played in years
	You know, Dad’s eighty now 
	I remember how he looked in photos at twenty
I remember the twinkle in his eyes
at my sons two year old birthday party.	
We played computer, you see Dad it can do this LOOK
LOOK here it does this too!
	I did so like kissing the top of his bald head.
So good to see that old comb-over long gone now
So good to smell the MY Dad smell of clean clothes and soap.
Your files need to be organized Dad.
You have them all glommed up in with the general documents files.
Know wonder you can’t find them, all the love poems to his dear heart Ruth.
	I wonder if he remembers my wedding day.
	He was so handsome in his tux that day.
                I remember his smile then as he watched me 
                walk the white carpet in the garden by the mill pond.
Joy, now is that any name to call a dog [oops SHE doesn’t know she’s a dog!]
The dust mop of a pooch barked indignantly as, I took her Daddies attention from 
her.
              Had a dog once, Babe was her name, she was a huge sheepdog, we lost    
our Babe when I lost my Dad for a long time, BUT he's been back along while too 
now

Dad was sharing with me and I so loved it. Me, of course being his first girl, 
sharing with me, his love and happiness with his last girl OUR Ruth.


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The Runner

If ever a frailty should be rued,
then my emotional resistance of
those who hold my affection dearest
to them, is the sin that equates my soul
with the essence of a Hitler, and condemns
my name to the highest degree of infamy,
While my heart longs to be understood, my
fear of abandonment dictates my legs to gain
distance as each loving gesture is offered in
repetition, Persistently they reach, only to be
disregarded, and embody me within my shame,

Friends and family alike, endure the coldness
of my introverted haven, staring into my eyes
in hopes of disconfirming the projected emptiness
that flows from actions, words, or lack of both,
As they hurt from me, I scream for them in silence,
A deafening continuous stream of soundlessness,
that elevates my withheld pain from ache to harrowing,
Yet they can only assume the contents of this confession,
For my words go directly from mind to paper, and 
never see the eyes of those who need to know this tenderness,

To express such powerful statements and risk the familiar
sting of neglect or abandonment once more, is a fear that
surpasses every shameful tear, haunting my thoughts as
a reminder that lives on insomnia, thus I remain devoted 
to a faithful vow of solidarity that keeps me sane and sheltered,
Moving at a constant pace, racing against my own fright, holding
every term or phrase of endearment within, and running from a
past that will not be relived by my decree, Alas, with mortal lungs,
 mechanical legs, and a heart that lies somewhere between the two, 
I run,
for and from, 
the feeling I desire most....


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Festival of Lights

From the sharp corners of the towering residence,
In perfect linear angles, the shadows slice the concrete path.
The blue party lights add ghostly vigour.
Brown hands toil, browned by rigour.


They dance around in rhythmic pandemonium
Through the murky cavities of the macabre residence.
Yet perfect silence prevails resolutely,
Stabbing vacuous corpses ruthlessly.
 

Through morning light they lie in deep slumber,
Fantasizing of animated times, now just tormenting rhymes.
And in the night, the foul feast begins again,
This is the festival of lights my dear men!


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My mother.

She was the proudest of birds
Her nest was made of woven gold with silver embroidery
Her two little eggs polished to reflect the mother's loving smile
And guardian over this lavish nest, a warrior bird with razor sharp talons,

But she was proudest most of her plume
Wild and extravagant, rich red speckles covering an array of deep hazel feathers
Their edges, like the hems of a dress, entwined with brilliant white gold;

But the envious world sent an eagle to take her plumage
And her husband dove with him to the skies, and still they battle
Next they sent a winged fox and he ruined her nest, hostaged her eggs

Humbled, she shed her plumage, scattered it for the world to hoard
And Naked without husband, she looked down upon her plain little eggs,
And reflected there was a mother’s loving smile.


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With a Lessening of Light

I pressed a barb
under my tongue
to remind me

I pierced glass
into my heart 
to awaken a story

as blood dripped
a memory formed
in the pain and suffering
an effigy wavered

then I knew
some stories 
should never be told
and forever remain

locked under my tongue 
speared into my heart
and silent in eternity


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Not Just A House, But A Home

It seems like only yesterday
My home was filled with activity,
Laughter, quarreling and lots of love.
Just as life should be.

I look around and see yesteryears
Of scuffed floors and marked up walls,
Telling a story of lives being lived.
My children's ebbs and flows of life-

Dirty faces, begging to be chased,
Sticky fingers, grass stained knees,
Floor picnics on rainy days,
Wiping tears and snotty noses,
Breaking up many small feuds,
And with my arms stretched out wide,
I'd show them how I love them more.

Dare I say, kids grow up way too fast.
Before you know it they've left the nest.
But inside their hearts where love should grow,
They will make not just a house, but a home.



For Leonora Galinta's contest, 'A Home'


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Once I was a Prince - Part Three

                      Part Three

  ...swishing away with your sunshrivelled burgundy knotty arms with broad disdainful harvesting sweeps the cobras come out to water in the sweltering heat by the thatched fly-buzzed hole

your low under-the-breath warning tones a reminder of the will of your self-inflicted charge
you never ate until i gorged myself
              like the dutiful wife given with a dowry
watching me all the time through the shield of the wisp of cloud of cheroot smoke in your sentinel corner against the far wall your eyes glinting fearing that i might take exception and even before my plate was half-empty you had already darted across the kitchen floor to bring me more fried brinjals mashed greens fried and sliced plantain the steaming rice lying bare by its metal cover hanging on the lip of the open pot-mouth in a clear aluminium pot by my side

now they say you are gone for some plotted and took your life in haste
                    even before you had time to ensure an heir
others say you were alone dismayed abandoned by your own
           prey to enchanters coveting
the plot of land the house derelict forsaken by your absence
       they say some one else caretakes it for himself
others no a forbidden son of your husband’s has raked it for himself

alas would you have known how landless nationless stateless i’d be
this dot of ancestral land clinging-clanging in memory

did you know then you might never see me again
     nor probably ever hear of me
or if you had how might you have taken it all

did you believe the tales true and false they told
       or only what you wanted to hear
of your precious prince you once served in silence and

               who had gone to slave in other lands

Notes

eevaa peerankal muuvaa marunthu is a take on another well-known Tamil proverb: eevaa makkal muuvaa marunthu meaning “children who obey even before the order is given are a God-send”. Here, in lieu of children, the word “grandparents” is substituted

chembu: a small usually copper vessel shaped like a rounded vase with a tapering neck and open mouth, used for holding drinking water or milk

kuul: thick holdall gruel which may also be highly spiced

chemman: red soil

Vaithi: ayurvedic doctor, practising the traditional Indian homeopathic medicine

© T.Wignesan 1997 - Paris May 7, 1997 (from the Sequence/Collection: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent")


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this cancer is just as stubborn as you are

Aunty, this cancer is just as stubborn as you are.

But I won’t let you go.
I’m gonna pull these
Dark blue sheets
Off your dormant dreams.

I’m gonna trap your worries
In little glass jars, aunty,
And let them light up the room
Like fireflies.

I’ll use up all my savings
To get you colored bandanas
To cover that big stubborn head of yours
Aunty, I love you

I’ll sing you country songs
Put a smile on that beautiful face of yours
Dress up for a tea party in your bed
Kiss you without that wig
Covering your head

Maybe it’s because we share
The same warm brown eyes
But aunty, I won’t let you go.

I’ve got a paper bag with me 
Incase you get sick again
But don’t you dare wear it on your head
‘cause this cancer isn’t who you are.

You hear that aunty? 
Don’t you cry.
I love you. 


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Sister: A Lament

For Maxine


Sister, was there forgiveness for she who bore you?
For us, your siblings and sometime charges?
For all who would not help, but hastened your demise?
The marble coldness of your corpse,
to my touch, is like an electric shock.
The limbs, the torso, with sudden strangeness,
now bear you slight resemblance.
You feared all pain, but died without complaint.
Who can fathom what you felt?
Was there a last, sharp stab?
A welcome to oblivion?
Or even an awareness of your loss?
Or was death no more spectacular
than a tire deflating, slowly,
quietly, unrecognized?
And was that the shame of it?
That your life ended, so early,
so silently, and death
was no extravaganza?


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Rock on, sailor of dreams.....

My cousin Dennis wasn't born like you or I.
But he came the way Creator intended, I suppose.
He walked and talked later than most,
But he always had rhythm.... uncanny... purposeful.

Now, any tennis racket or broom or rake could take on a whole new life
As a guitar, microphone, mic stand...but he prefers real guitars.
Real guitars mixed with far-away dreams of the spotlight, sand, girls.....

He likes cheeseburgers and a "pair-of-dice", and navigating his way through Margarita-ville.
He's a son of a son of a son of a sailor, and a son-of-a-gun to boot!!
Once the roadies break this set down, it's on to the next town.

Yeah, you can catch his show several times a day in his own back yard.
Cheap student guitar (from the clearance store) I gave him, on his hip
Oh, when the show's over he's humble enough to come down and shake your hand.
Just don't be surprised when he says "Pleased to meet ya! I'm Jimmy Buffett!!".


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Discarded Affection

Affection ridden 
Disrespect established
Love and tender discarded
False tears and all of the fakeness
In this moment
In this calming bit of second
I hate them more than ever
My own flesh and blood
The disgrace they give
The lack of concern 
The spiteful disrespect
The blackness of one’s heart
The least of love
The covered veil of humanity 
I have set my mind
I have dealt with their wicked thoughts and tries
They team up against me
Begin to think they are right
But every action makes them darker and stupid
They are planning for a battle 
Against someone they think they know
Against someone they think is wrong
Oh warriors of the light!
Aid me, help me, Make them learn
Make them think twice
The lies they conceal 
Will make them lose all powers
They will perish 
Against me
Against the once-known for a sister


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Men and the moonlight

The moon shines so beautifully in her misery
Grace the world with thousand ribbons of silver rays.

There was a young man,
A pleasure slumber seeker
Eyes bares love and faith
The hands grip the dreams and expectations
Steppin definitely in spirit
To the unknown life ahead

Forty years have passed
Two young men sit together
One with gray hair and wrinkled face
Other, a fresh and naive young soul
A bond of flesh and blood
Talking about life and living

And the moon..? A loyal companion in solitude
For the happiness of every soul, she craves.


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Defined by Love

The way you feel
about me doesn't
define me. You will
not cause me to
re-think my
priorities or
examine my virtues.
You may love, like,
hate or be neutral
towards me, that is
your prerogative. Of
course I would
prefer to be looked
upon as good,
inspiring, or any of
the positive human
characteristics we
know of... but it's
not essential to me
if I am not. I
respect your opinion
either way. More
importantly, I
respect mine. In my
eyes I AM worthy of
love, friendship,
forgiveness,
empathy,
understanding,
praise, blessings,
God's Love and love
for myself and I can
only hope for
"genuine" to precede
all of these words
and their meaning. I
understand that
these things I need
in my life, and they
are also the essence
of me, my gift to
those who really
know me and love me,
who truly desire to
be a part me, not
just tolerate me or
see an opportunity
for achievement at
my expense. I have
come this far on a
road paved of my
blood, sweat and
tears and the
admission of my
faults that made it
so. Many lessons I
learned were harsh
but I managed to
proceed in the right
direction and it was
I who suffered and
bowed my head with
shame and it was I
who rose, anew,
forgiving and
forgiven, humbled
and eager to forge
ahead. And the few
that were with me
all the while, will
forever be a part of
me, we are one and I
acknowledge I would
not be where I am,
who I am this day,
without you. And I
will always love
you. It is my
ambition and honor
to give to you the
same beautiful,
selfless gift. I
walk with God, in
good company of
those that chose to
walk with me in this
amazing life's
journey. And that,
is all I need to
know as to what
defines me, as a
person, a blessed,
cherished soul,
grateful for every
single moment.


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Journey to War

You are ready to embark on a journey.
A voyage destanation unknown!
Your mind is in a frenzy.  
But your worried about the things at home.
Your captain is calling.
The torment your hauling is more than a man
should carry alone.

Your journey is far and frightning.
you dare not close your eyes.
No fret my dear I'll still be here
When you dock your ship back home.

Keep your head low and watch you step.
My praires are with you and never regret.
You made a choice you felt was right.
Your family will pray. Your family will write.
We  will be there with you both day and nigtht.
In your heart is where I will be. 
To guide you through this war.
Your children and me.

I love my soldier!


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A Frozen Heart

The storm raged on,
snow and ice covering everything,
temperatures well below,
and not even the sun offered its warmth.

Among the fray was a small child,
lost in the pure white land.
Ice had frozen completely through,
a heart now layered in ice.

A child to young to care,
to understand,
lost among this winter wonderland.
For days upon days,
slowly withered away.

One day unlike all the rest
a figure emerged from the shadows,
found this wandering child.
For the first time the sun began to shine, 
basking in its warmth, 
the child’s heart began to melt.

The figure pulled this child from the storm, 
sheltered and locked away, 
the small child no longer withered.
Heart no longer protected by layers of ice, 
ice that had melted away.
This child had found a home today.


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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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My Family

Family Oh my Family!
You are my one and only,
I'm here 'cause you are there,
An inspiration of everything.

Family Oh my Family!
The only one who loves me,
The only one who motivate me,
The only one who carry me all the way.

Family Oh my Family!
An unbreakable one,
An important one,
A reason why I'm here 'cause you are there.


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So This Is Love

So this is love,
when I look upon my beloved sleeping contentedly, 
cooing like a dove,
a smile forms, memories flood,
growing closer with each passing year,
unaware of the changes ageing shows clear,
your beauty eternally imprinted upon my mind
imprinted throughout time

The only sadness comes when we must part,
if only for a short while,
soon to reunite for eternity,
to walk hand in hand 
as youths once again,
followed by a heavenly dove,
So this is love 


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Melamine And The Future

How come many mothers forgot that breastmilk is STILL,
And ALWAYS will be BEST, for babies suckling lips???

What’s next then?

The twinkling of a star turning into cliché,
Repeated only in nursery rhymes?

Memories of long walks drowned by the ever turning,
Wheel s of cold, metallic and unfeeling cars?

The Lover’s Moon losing its magic,
Against all of electronic medias?

Bill’s words fading to echoes of classroom walls vandalized,
By students apathetic  of Romeo and Juliet’s tragic lives?

The aroma of home cooked meals forever gone from,
Refurbished houses whose kitchen’s gravitas are nuke boxes (and limp pastas)?

Damp “Homes” generally viewed by all as dumping grounds
For graying (former) loved ones seen as burdens?

Many more young lasses cramming fingers against throats,
In pursuit of vanity and skeletal perception of beauty?

Stock market denizens hurling their bodies against speeding trains?

Green and be-heroed paper bills overrated,
Against all other of life’s simple joys? 

How many still remembers…

That plants cure and most meds packaged in fancy boxes,
Are miracles drawn by roots from the humble earth?

That the most sure fire way of treating boo boos,
Is TLC to the umpteenth level?

That even though a day’s good job brings satisfaction,
It can never compare to a loved ones approbation?

That one can never get enough of kids’ hugs and kisses?


Indeed…

It will really be a future oh so bleak,

When humanity’s mind- to simple but powerful truths,

Becomes weak…
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When mankind forgets the true value of NATURE and NURTURE, we will surely forget to 
define our humanity! There's tons more of examples why and how this is happening. If you 
can add up, I'll put them up there! Thanks! 


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Grandpa's Fiddle

 To my grandpa's fiddle
We had a ball.
Dancing a jigg
To "Turkey In The Straw."

Then to Daddy's guitar
Threw the year's he'd play.
Country tunes from the heart.
We would sing and dance all day.

Our brother's electric strings.
With amp's turned sky hi.
Rock-n-Roll to Christian music
Always turning on our HiFi's.

My son's and nephew's
And cousin's galore!
Strum the strings to the song's
Proclaiming Love and War.

From Grandpa's Fiddle
To my Honer guitar.
We'll turn Poetry to Music
Till we all become stars.


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Watermarks of the time and tide - First part

Watermarks of the time and tide! (First part to abide by the word count)

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I was born as an innocent looking baby, as everyone always is!

Just a tiny cuddly body with a pure soul, with not much of wiz!

Then as a faltering toddler I started my slow and waddling walk!

With some more effort at finding words, I could get into small talk!

The real excitement began as I turned into an ever restless child!

My curiosity became insatiable and my imagination grew so wild!

I felt everything was possible to achieve, just as I wanted to do!

They would know I could work great wonders as soon as I grew!

I questioned everything they told and challenged the folks around!

To me all could have been discovered, but only if they had found!

When turbulent teens dawned on me, I'd a burst of immense vigor!

My mind got as sharp as a saber and I demanded proofs with rigor!

When I was told what's wise to do I asked to convince me why it's so!

Why should I walk all my life in a set rut, without moving too and fro?

After all anyone who had discovered anything had gone a new way!

Some of that was planned ahead, the rest of it was uncharted sway!

I had raging and unruly emotions of love, dislike, anger, and devotion!

I knew I'm the best and said so, though not intending self promotion!

I learnt so much more and faster than I ever could have done before!

I believed I am already a professor, not a freshman or a sophomore!

With my energy exceeding my mass, my desires exceeding my time!

I insisted everything I said or did had a coherent reason and rhyme!

Becoming an adult tampered me down, cooling off my red-hot zeal!

I realized life was a tough test for which like raw iron I must anneal!

With patience reigning in my outbursts and my wisdom getting ripe!

I realized my limitations and heard others' opinions without a gripe!

I accepted that whatever I had learned told me so little about world!

The boundaries of the unknown were boundless all said and heard!

I fell in love to last forever with my life partner and my true soulmate!

Not quite like the attractions before that had hovered by mental state!

The essence of life was revealed to me as giving more than receiving!

Standing by my loving family and dear friends, without ever deceiving!


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The Day my Daughters Grow Up

Yesterday
I could see their births as if it was just
Yesterday
A time when all I knew was love 
Yesterday
I’d no thought for tomorrow, just the day
Yesterday
How they changed the world in every way
Yesterday

Little smiles
How they melted this man, their father’s heart
Little girls
How they instantly became a needed part
Little hands
That held tightly to the palm of mine
Little babies
How they’ll always be this man’s sunshine
Little girls

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies I had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

Maybe
They’ll never fall in love with any boy
Maybe
But, then they’ll never learn of all that joy
Maybe 
They’ll wait until they reach old forty two
Maybe
But, that’s a dream that won’t come true
Maybe

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies we had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day I will walk them down the aisle
They’ll look at me with that little girl smile
I’ll do everything to hold back the tears
Forced by the memories of all their years

The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day
When I am old and they come to visit me
One day
I’ll still see them as kids, though with families
One day
Despite age, they’ll always be my little girls
One day
Is every day that I’m alive in this world
One day

The day my daughters… 
grow up…
Is the day, 
I’ll grow up…too


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Pictures

a flash of golden memories, 
from the womb to the tomb, 
reflections past to present 

preserved for future generations 
so as not to be forgotten, 
recorded imagery of a time, 
stored away for another day, 
to be discovered and reminisced 

those who knew not the subject
play the game of discovery
to see who had their name, 
to study the history, 
from whence they came 

a visual chronology of family fame, 
your own, one day the same, 
a loving vision into the past, 
maybe some things do last 


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The Terror Of 16th N' Arrowhead

On this night....

Screaming and yelling is all I can hear
I want to get up, But fear reappears
I swiftly close my eyes But can't fall asleep
I hear a series of shots, From across the street
Once again, It's just like before
I rise to my feet , Then drop to the floor
Shaky legs,  And Watery eyes
Praying prayers,  I just want to survive
Bloodstained spots,Yellow tape surrounding
Broken fragments of glass,Who's underneath
The blanket of death
One cough, One whisper,One last little breath
Family and friends so violently wept
Rants of revenge, Are bellowing near
Frightened eyes, shed clouds of tears

Into the night I slip away
But not so quiet return at day
I blankly stare upon the walls
My breath escapes into a fog
A not so quiet day like this
I feel as if I don't exist
It's kind of late into the game, 
But life goes on, Its all the same
A drink or drug could never heal, 
What's happening is still so real, 
You can't imagine how this feels
A broken heart, A wounded soul
Swollen lips, Dead body cold
A second, A day , A breaths taken away
A minute, An hour, A loss of human power
Every month and every week
So many more lives are taken quickly

Is time running out, Are eyes going blind?
Are ears going deaf? Will there be anything left?
My heart's in remission to end it right here
My body's positioned to stand up to fear
Existence is determined, The struggle against defeat
The time is coming up so fast, Into the night I weep
From the moment we arrived,Terror increased
Now is the time for us to pack up and leave
A hard look at our life, Has made us sober
We have no choice but to start over






My family and I lived through nightmare after
nightmare in our old apartments for 3 years
and just 2 years ago, we moved. Thank God 
he made a way out for us to escape safely.


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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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And Still

There is a mirror
Beyond a woman's heart
Beyond the image of man
(Beyond your wife and father)
That shows you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still

And still
The mirror can be
The surface of the calmest Inland Sea
Of white time
Which moves so quickly
It appears to stop and still
Reflections

Reflections
Of a lifetime met
Since highchairs became 
Stares across the dinner table
Now appearing in your shaving mirror
Each morning
Are not you
But touch and word and play
Reflections of
Eyes of others

Eyes of others
Re-presenting you to you
As they see and feel
And hear and move you
As reflections of THEIR selves
Your mother's son. your father's son, your son's father
Your sister's brother, your brother's keeper
Keeping in these echoes THEIR identities
Folded in the surround protected from
The shattering

The shattering
The mirror can be
Of illusion of force and ceremony
Of bonds and chains and 'sposed-to -bes
Images of custom fractured
Rank and riches  crown and king fall to
Nothing

Nothing
Scattered ashes on the waves
And ripples of time beyond you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still


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Not so blue

If she only knew what she could do?
We all see the problems that have blemished our door 
Missed holiday dinners where she left an empty plate 
Promises that were never kept 
Most of us would never dare to speak of it away from the family 
But I must dare to speak of her it hurts my heart so 
She left on a trip to nowhere and didn’t look back
Sure she thinks we are stupid blind at that 
All her lies and phony tales trying to hide the unbalanced scales 
Her dreams failed to see her through so the pills just grew 
They grew a place to hide away from us 
They grew a place to settle at best 
But now they’ve taken over her life
She fights with everyone she once cherished and enjoyed
She has grown to be more and more demented 
And the constant need for drama and disorder
The younger members in the family don’t ask for her anymore 
She just drops off presents when she feels like it at our doors 
No warm family interaction it’s just too hard for her to do 
Why she needs to save her energy for her family in a bottle that just grew 
She’s always conniving and planning to take something for free 
While she settles for less and goes on a taking spree 
If she only knew what she could do with a prayer from God? 
Her addiction would break through 
And we’d be a family not split, and not so captive and blue 

 Written for the Unmentionables contest by Debbie Guzzi 
(This poem was about my sister’s addiction to pills!)



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IT'S NOT GOOD-BYE

This is not goodbye
It is see you soon
This is not goodbye
We still got lots to share
This is not goodbye
Because no matter how far we are
We are forever near
This is not goodbye
We will be together again
This is not goodbye
How can I have fun 
Without you near?
I’m not going to cry
I’m going to seized my tears
Though I’m staid
And my heart is crying out
Like a waterfall
Because this is not goodbye
I know you’re sedate
I know you’re pensive
We all are
But I am going to be defy
Because this is not goodbye
It is see you soon


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See the Light

I just heard the other day
I could have been anything I wanted
Imagine, your own choices unencumbered
By all that tortuous guff, childhood stuff                                                                     Where did it come from, how did it start
Why doesn’t everyone have it, or none?
Do you suppose it has anything to do 
With the way you think, or talk, or act
I stop and watch all the sweet scenes
A father holding hands with his little boy
His trusting walk, his smile, a precious moment
To build on others until a man is made
Mom rocks her three year old to sleep
Warm and cozy in her loving arms
Who wouldn’t want those memories, to share
Care for those who can relate, reciprocate
Could that simple song guide our lives along
Becoming something to someone, somewhere, 
When weary bones a place to rest,                                                                           To carry the image, father and mother forever                                                            When does that change take place
Hold within the secret , their secret
The secret sanctity, accepting who
And what we are, to radiate life’s joy
A purpose for all, quiet and strong                                                                               Sharing with those who see the light.


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When We Were Young

When We Were Young He left for work each morning, Wearing steel-toed boots and a tin hat. He took long strides that were three times The length of mine. In one hand he carried a lunch pail and a thermos. The other hand was empty, Like his wallet. Bye-Bye Daddy! He returned each day with the smell of oil Embedded in his clothes. Down the grease and gravel road We watched him as he strode. We ran to meet him with the football in our arms. “Won’t you kick it for us Daddy?” “Would you kick it for us,,,please?” He’d take the ball and punt it in a long, high spiral. By the time we could go get it, He disappeared to take his shower. In the house, Mama was cooking. Daddy liked to eat at five. A roustabout worked hard And he had quite an appetite. Once, we took turns wearing His greasy boots and bright tin hat. Mama took our picture. It pleased him to think that Someday we’d fill those monster boots. For now, we looked like clowns. We all laughed. On Sunday we’d go to church Where Dad taught teens the golden rule. He tried to be an example They could follow. He didn’t claim to be the perfect Christian. He was however, The model we all followed. On Sunday afternoon, dad went to the package store To buy a cold six-pack. When he came back we’d meet Him at the door with hope The sack held something more. If we were lucky, and he had the money, The sack might hide a Sunday Treat. Each night after we’d all been fed And showered, we watched TV. Sometimes we’d run hot water for Dad To soak his feet. We scratched his back and massaged his head with Baker’s Best. Then, off to bed. Nighty Night Mama! Nighty Night, Daddy! Sometimes a hug, sometimes a shout We went to our room and Turned the lights out, Pretending we were ready to sleep. We played roller derby and hid under the covers Hoping the big, bad wolf Would never find us! We told stories and laughed and giggled. Then one would poot and We were all in trouble. Daddy would say, “I’m bringing the belt!” Then he’d give it a jiggle. He kept it close to the bed In case it was needed. When morning came, we hurried to dress. Mama was in the kitchen. Scrambled eggs and sausage waited. Bacon, when we were lucky. Toast and milk were staples. Sometimes we ate wheat puffs, Malt-o-Meal or rice. We walked to catch the school bus No matter what the weather. Sun, rain, sleet or snow Out the door to the bus we’d go. No! It wasn’t uphill both directions! It wasn’t always fun, But, I did live to write about it! We wore wet clothes until they dried And still made A’s on every assignment. We walked on ice and sleet so slick The cattle slipped and fell. Then we’d laugh and fall. Somehow we survived. We lived through it all. On Friday night’s we’d sing, “Our boys will shine tonight, Our boys will shine.” We could see the football lights from the house And couldn’t wait for the game. The Warriors didn’t always win, But, we never missed a game. “When the sun comes up, ‘Til the moon goes down.” “Our boys will shine.” Saturday was wash day. We loaded up the car and went to the laundry. Sometimes we went to Grandma Bessie’s to wash. One load at a time, it took all day. We had to be quiet so we didn’t wake Uncle James. Once, Ralph rolled my hand in the ringer! That woke James up! I remember Mama… Always cooking, Always sweeping, Always washing dishes, Always cleaning the laundry, Always helping with homework, Always counseling, and Always pregnant! She taught us how to work When she bought a sack of nails And showed us how to drive them straight. She made us pull the bent nails And straighten them So we didn’t waste a one. We drove the sack that day And had a lot of fun. Mama taught us discipline And patience As well as dedication And love. She expected nothing in return. Her fortune Was our love, when we were young. Now years have past And Dad is gone, He leaves five men to carry on: “Stand tall, stride long and Dance to no one else’s song.” Mom, the Matriarch left alone, Rules a vacant, empty home. She waits to teach one final lesson And all the while remembers… When We Were Young.


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sorry for the dirty laundry mom


I'm not wearing underwear
I can’t afford to clean my clothes
I shower every day
and sensitive skin from soap and psoriasis makes me itch
But I have bills to pay
I know you understand
Raising my little half brother and half sister
I've only met once
who are an ocean away
But this isn’t my story, it's yours
and the memories that remain

I know we've talked about it
Your pain and mine
About dad an alcoholic, and the abuse
and how you’re still attracted to it
But I still remember soo many nights
And soo many strange days

You dragged by your hair
I'll never forget
You thrown through the door
is embedded in my head
You with black eyes
you fell out of bed
The screaming 
The fights
I remember everything said
My name 
My brother’s name
Psychological abuse for you
soo long ago mom
You left and I don’t blame you
Years of you being cheated on
And dad would introduce us to his girlfriends
Easter holidays treasure hunt
While your husband was out betraying everyone

I know you know
That he talks poorly about you
And acts like the better man
But mom I remember
and you need to understand
What you went through
And the nights when I heard the door slam close
because you were fighting
and he told you to leave
That was how I met god in a sense
and always prayed for you to come back
Then finally I prayed for you sanity safety and for you to leave
And I would cry
as quietly as I could
cry myself to sleep
and chances are
dad either fell asleep
or went out in his drunken stupor 
to cheat on you again

The divorce is over
It’s been over for years 
But yet its still messy and I bite my tongue and remember
The night you came into my room
And told me you had to leave
I remember taking beer to kindergarten
Hiding it from you and dad
To throw it away
And my teacher in grade three finally asked
No lie mom
I had the same teacher in kindergarten and grade three
I could write an entire poem
about all of the people who shaped my mind
But I need you to see
When I come visit and am called an incest family man by your boyfriend
for giving you a hug
You’ve fallen into the same trap
And it’s like my own mother I’m not allowed to love







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A past to come,,,A past never to come!!!!!

Even if present should be thought of 
Even if work & life is in our present
At times nostalgic arrives in life
Which is running off to secure future
Past however bad or beautiful it is,
It's video never becomes dead.
Specially the childhood, innocent
In which our smile makes world smile
So beautiful! So shining!
Our chirping wakes house 
Our speech touches heart
Our eyes innocent to take
Our nature imitating world
The best time never to come
But one's sad days, one hardly remember
The days when everything went wrong
The days when relations become emotional 
The days in which our thought deny
Our future never thought of!
Family problem never thought of!
God why those days strike through!
In life full of helping nature
Still the cycle runs periodically
It should be, but it hurts!!!

                                      by:-
                                      Vrushani Thaker


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Up Yonder

Up yonder
mom is laughing there is no cotton to pick
for once she has enough food to eat
up yonder

up yonder
grandpa strums his secondhand banjo
mom taps her toes and sings 'red river valley'
up yonder

up yonder
the sweat from the Oklahoma heat is a memory
but her worn out calico dress is still a treasure
up yonder


up yonder
treating the angels as she would her precious children
"settle down now don't make me go get a switch."
up yonder

up yonder
she waits for the love of her life
she knows one day they will meet again
up yonder


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Dear Super, SOUPERS

I have all the Entrees for My Contest "Personify A Tear" A few have already been 
Eliminated not following The Theme. Thank-YOU, Thank-YOU so many Magnificent 
POEMS It will take me awile to finish Judging If YOU did not put YOUR Name on YOUR 
POEM YOU will have time to do so; No name , No Placement With LOVE ALWAYS, 
YOUR Liege FOREVER...HG


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Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide, 

when I pulled on the slide,

 on the airplanes opening door partition, 

I had took the time, 

without being sublime,

 to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition, 

Maybe he had thought it pure jest,

 his bulging eyes processed, 

as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision,

 His body had spun, 

his look registered stunned, 

like this was some kind of unreasonable decision,

 It was expected of the youngest born,

 before Thanksgiving morn, 

to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird,

 after a mighty and fierce war, 

with piles of blood spilled galore, 

he registered a look,

 that I mistook, 

as if my demands were patently absurd, 

After the last desperate howl, 

of the game but defeated fowl, 

he would drag the beast back to where we were living, 

and as hard as he was able, 

slam it down on the dinner table,

 and holler loudly, "To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!


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Insight to the Sights

Forget that first glimpse of the tower of Pisa.
The glorious colorful tulips in their beds at
Keukenhoff Gardens in springtime.
The Eiffel tower blinking in the darkness.
The Grand Canyon gilded at sunset.

The wandering mist from the power and
thunder of Niagara Falls.
The magic in the sails of Sydney's
Opera House on the harbor.
The bright beauty of Tokyo city lights.
Disney World and all its sights.

Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria's green hills.
Views from Seattle's Space Needle, day or night.
How the cool smooth metal of the towering
St. Louis Arch changes color with the sun.
Atlanta's pride in her Stone Mountain carving.

Forget the impressive beauty of the
Statue of Liberty on her own tiny island.
The thrill of traveling the everglades by air-boat,
Hong Kong's breathtaking skyline.
Enjoying Auckland's shoreline by horseback.

An enchanted river cruise down the Thames.
The awesome art museums each city offers.
Ancient Irish castles and countryside cottages.
The music and lights of San Antonio's riverwalk.
Marveling at the golden gate bridge swaying in the wind.
The warm aqua Hawaiian Surf and pearl white sands.

I now have my greatest sight. . .
Those button shaped ebony eyes that twinkle
Those cute little chubby cheeks and
A smile that lights the heavens.

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

*Note: During my flying career I have been blessed to see all these sights
and more, yet they can't hold a candle to my g. children Carissa or Brody.


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asking

All the things you should know
All the swings you’ve taken on me
But haven’t noticed at all
And there goes the things you won’t know

Can’t you see all I got to tell you?
Can’t you tell just by the sound of my steps?
And as it seems you won’t notice at all
And I won’t tell you, not now, not tomorrow

Till you notice what have you done
How does that stomping on my dreams
Dragging all I know down
What I thought was concrete now is just flour on the floor.

So by now all I got to tell you
Is, ask me please
Just the right time, the right words and everything fine.
And it seems that here I’ll be for eons

With all this around me
And you don’t seem to care
You don’t care at all
With my broken past, and you can’t see it 

And there it goes my hope
Within this forest I don’t see a way out
And guarding what’s left it’s all I have.

And still you don’t care.

~Anna


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Regret

Regret

I regret many things in my life.
Not been able to spend more time with my wife the love of my life.
I regret not been able to stay close to my mom and my dad, they were 
All I had, my childhood memory, that yellow truck my dad got me.
How wonderful life is when you are young, when you try to reach up to the sky.
Everything seems so tall that was my challenge to grow old. 

I regret not been there when my dad died. He loved me the most out of us nine!
I took care of him, helped him when he was weak, he used to tell me I don’t want to die I can’t leave. You are still young; I said: “hey are you serious dad”? “I have three kids!...I'm 53"
But I know he was too soft. He hated the thought of dying, he loved been with us just to make sure we're ok.

I regret when my mom died. She still bring tears to my eyes, my heart still bleeds
At the memory of her smile. When I need a back scratch she had the roughest hands
House work and cooking that she didn’t mind at all. I loved her all my life and when she got very sick she became like a child. Talking about why she can’t see in color any more?

It’s difficult to explain to a sick person especially your mom, you breakdown before you even start to tell her.

I regret when my wife fell sick with the big C, I questioned every little thing, to me I was always right in doing the right thing. How and why kept popping up every time I wondered
This thing happened too fast, it took me by surprise.
I blamed myself for not listening, when she complained about her agonizing pain, I thought it was just the same.

I regret many things in my life.
I thought If I can get a second chance, I would change it all again!


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Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


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Easter Morning ( a vignette)


I:
Frilly dresses ironed
by Mama's hand.
Starched with a sprinkle
from the giant Pepsi bottle.
Four New spring Bonnets.
Four new Bow ties.


II:
Hen's eggs carefully dyed.
Daddy chose the best
Peeking and poking into each
and every nest.
One a duck egg.
Daddy called it a prize.

III:
Oh a special Sunday.
The day Jesus arose.
Every Church pew Filled.
Families together dressed
in their very; very best.

IV:
Ham and Mama's Potato salad.
Both Grandmas joining us
at the overflowing table.
Using our best Manners
we try to hurry.
We are ready for the hunt.

V:
The Azaleas burst forth
with bright blooms and
secret spots holding eggs
of lemon yellow and sea foam green.
Little feet Running with excitement;
baskets bulging with glittery grass;
Chocolate bunnies and jelly beans.

VI:
Collapsing with Laughter
we count and count.
Hidden too good,
a few eggs will be
an opossums supper.
Long after we are fast asleep.




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All I want for Christmas


Everything I want is embedded in the eyes of my children in smiles twinkling bright as lights on the Christmas Tree in gentle spirits full of giving filled with emotion and neighborly affections in hugs that wrap my soul like a gift layered in love Everything I want for Christmas is in the eyes, smiles, spirits, and unconditional love of my children Lay


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My heart has satisfaction

You are home
now the door closes,
Your day has been busy in the city.

Supper is on the table 
you eat silently looking at me
Smiling taking my hand in yours.

It is quiet you say this is my refugee from
the craziness of the city, the children run to you
climbing in your lap letting you know you're loved.

You help them with baths and tuck them in tightly.
Then you come sit by me and hold me in your 
arms and say I Love You Forever.

We go out side sitting hand in hand watching the
falling stars, listening to the crickets, and the
moon lighting up all the things around.

We do not need words between us
we know what we think, how we feel 
I look over at him smiling he is asleep
after a long day of work.

My heart has satisfaction knowing that I am a very
Blessed woman, I do not know what it is I did so
right but what ever it was I am glad I did it.


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Crops

Crops are grown
I am among them
Playing hide and seek
Scarecrow's scare is scarce
As I run along the branches
Shouting with joy

I feel the wind and the rain
Cold at times yet comforting
Shielded by the crops not knowing
What's out there in the horizon

Crippling the crops, I can't run fast
Blinding they are, I yearn for the open space
Then the ocean and the horizon comes
I see everything but nothing to see

I am going back to the crops
That is my home
But I am scared of the Scarecrow
Because crops can not shield me


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Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.


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When all of nature weeps

Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign

Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs

All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish

What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced

Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather


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Crayola Crayon Time

i prefer them bitten off =center
(a slow lick on a hard knife edge)
 a shecat sparkling like pinwheels
on the silky hilltops of waterbeds..
the ones that make you obsess -why they're one hour
-five minutes 
          late
why their mascaras messy,
making you waife their cologned necks,
checking for that strange strong scent
turn you into some kind of burning,paronoid
jittery flake.

i like'em a little mousy,a little off the 
         beat
a chick that can spit with class
kick the living MAN outta me...
A fireball that contorts and concocts,
attends to every want and need...
(ya know what i mean?)
hum-ta-dum...ta-dum... ta-dee 

but in the end what I really need
what we all need
is
periwinkle
predicatability
a crisco oiled apron
the one mamma used to don
a lullaby in the quiet cove of a racing mind 
reminding me of {dead} mother's...
undivided attention...
way back in Crayola Crayon time


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In It-s Own Sweet Time

In It's Own Sweet Time

No matter what you try to do, a baby won’t walk till he’s ready to.
Say Mama and Papa all you want, but until their ready they just won’t talk.
You can tell them to do whatever you want, but until they listen nothing’s heard.
You want to go east and they want to go west, you’re not guiding them along. 
You’re taking their hands because they might, on their own wander off. 
But still, remember all will happen… in it’s own sweet time…

The myth they say is: when young, they’ll do whatever you want…
But that isn’t so… even then, they know what they want.
They’re not being cute as they bide their time to take off…
They don’t simply, await their teenage years for rebelling and trouble… 
They’re ready and able… it’s you that’s on cloud mastermind.
But you’ll soon discover that, it will all happen… in it’s own sweet time.

You think you have control and they listen so well, but they don’t. 
That’s why you hold their hands…as you go out the door.
In the teenage years they’ve just obtained more room to show you their minds.
Like when you allowed them to start to drive, and you say not to speed.
How many tickets did they acquire? How long before you fixed the car?
You See? Just remember, they’ll start to listen in their own sweet time.

Everything’s not lost and everything’s OK… children have always been that same way.
And they drive us crazy all through our lives, but we never give up on our love…
Cherish the years and all that they hold, for children are something greater than gold
You’ll love them throughout the years even when they, like us have grown old…
But again, some day you’ll discover that… in your own sweet time.



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A Special Kind of Love

An unbreakable bond is what we share
Our love is genuine and rare
Beautiful memories of you and I
Laughing, smiling and joking
Unafraid to be ourselves
We are mother and daughter

Openly talk about whatever is on our mind
We fully trust one another with our deepest thoughts
We are best friends
How awesome is that?!
Never have to pretend
We can just be ourselves

We love each other unconditionally
Occasional attitude
Moody ways
And those not so good days,
Will never change the way we feel
Our love is one of a kind

We don’t always see eye to eye
But we communicate to make things right
Never stay upset with one another for too long
For our love is much too strong
Togetherness
An undeniable bond

You are my daughter and I am your mother
Always there for one another
Fully supporting and encouraging each other’s dreams
Uplifting, never discouraging
We are each other’s biggest fans
We are one

Kiss and hug each other on a daily basis
Show each other love and appreciation
I’ m an image of you and you’re an image of me
We are very special to one another
Mother and daughter is what we are
We Are Each Other’s Heartbeat!


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Christmas Merriment

Snowflakes falling, falling all night
My pine tree adorned, now illuminating under snow
I brush and brush off, unveiling Christmas twinkling lights
Giving the white ground a colorful glow
An appearance of a Hallmark card, I must say
My children gather around the tree in merriment 
Then one by one they form fluffy snowballs
Laughing mischievously they begin to throw them at me
Well you can guess what happens next
Yep, before I was done they are covered in white
Red face and cold we all go indoors for the night
In front of the fireplace tired, beginning to warm
We look at each other and started to grin
Deep belly-laughs replaces the grins
You can't have enough of a good thing


For Nathan's "Christmas Joy" contest


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taking a step



This life's journey is like climbing the stairs
each step, year by year. moving up in the air
the higher I get, seems the harder to breathe
My ascent has stalled, sorrow seems to impede

loss of passion to climb and no will to explore
filled with anger, unfairness, ahead a closed door
having desire and need, for a warm body to hold
Fierce hurricane winds, they have taken there toll

thoughts of taking a step, repressed by the tide
it's filling the vacuum, where my heart use to hide 
filled with sorrow and pain, from life on this earth
letting the darkness, decide what it is worth

Is this journey over and do I need to lay down
joy and happiness lost, my heart's closing down
I'll know the end has come, if I don't feel the sunshine
It's rays feed my soul, like a fine cheese and wine

"My body gets nourishment from  Mother Earth,
sunshine fills my soul with Gods grace and mirth"


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A Bugle Call : 1-01-11

     A slight mist of fog is caught in the act of being by the light of the early morning
sun. Sometime during the dark of night it crept along from whence it came to the base of
the hundreds of cabbage palms spread out over the acreage of the brown grassy pastures across the county road where we reside. It slowly lifts 
and dissipates as the earth turns her face to the ancient sun. 
     The new morn shows the Spanish moss dripping from grandfather Oaks and any other
trees close enough to share their hanging tattered ponchos of silvery moss. 
     This new light of 1/o1/11 reveals a faded  blue sky with wisps of Cirrus clouds
forming above our little pond. Turtles raise their heads from the protection of their
shells to watch the flock of Sand hill Cranes flying to their planned feeding destinations
for this glorious day. A family of three land by the big pond across the road and begin
their long legged, leisurely patient hunt for the present day’s vittles. The rest of the
flock separates and all call to each other from different locations as they settle in for
the day as if to let each family know where they are and to reinforce that though they are
separated by distance: they are still of one flock and together. 
     This evening of 1/o1/11 these huge majestic birds will call each other back together
with loud raucous voices into one flock and parade back over and around our little house,
palms, palmettos and pastures in a grand and glorious flight, announcing their strength of
togetherness with the triumphant sounds of their staccato bugling for all of nature to
stand in awe of. And as part of this nature: I do. And it lifts me in faith, hope and
wonder of God and His creation. 
     Let this little message be our bugle call to you all. Happy New Year everyone, from
your fellow Humans in the natural wonderland of Okeechobee, Florida.   God bless us all!


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Alcoholism

Alcoholism, the pariah
feeding on the collapse
of self-control 
befuddling the brain's sensibility;
transforming intelligence
into ridicule.


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A Woman Created By Law and Men

The twelve were coming in …, 
twelve like gods, with sealed fates.
Mortals with keys to death and dungeons of hell, 
where devils walked in numbers, and are owned; 
they are someone’s belongings. I could not see me.
That place is it where there is blood without formed elements … 
or nutrients. Colors became significant (blue and red).
We know of the black and white barriers; 
the ones we pretend do not breathe in Washington. 
Brothers and a nation are built behind steel bars.

The thought of that woman, 
the woman that stands bold 
with torch beckoning to come and taste the dream, 
is like a haunted house, and I, a little child of three.
How she defends self-government 
while she’s trapped at sea. Freedom is a long way …
Liberty is far-flung, 
but I must not lose what is left of free will.
When the verdicts are festooned, 
they ought to downgrade the others;
there should be no rivalry. 
Without such it is simple to mislead the bulk.


I am my better half; 
I come clean without boasting on my tongue.
I often wondered if Hilary plagues … 
because she believes she has a better hand, 
or is there absolute amnesty. 
This thought I contemplate to summon sleep
 instead of counting sheep. 
The guy who swings the three iron, I often think of his wife; 
how her shoes were on to run. Was it hurt are shame?
Love is far too shallow to be called love.


I shall kill her, 
and set her in the depth, 
where she will be eaten by her conscience; 
sometimes I questioned if there’s one. 
Maybe one is near, but suppressed.
I must kill her 
with this ball-point that poured out the contents
of a lamenting soul; she must go before she is far gone. 
Is the law a crooked device,
 a mean provided for some to get even?
Who suffers when she cried wolf?
Hell is the amount of her condescension.
She has to die, to live anew, 
and to allow the halves to live.


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My Time Has Come

My Time Has Come

My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world 
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Not Like The Rest

You're like a cowboy,
Dark blue eyes,
Dark black hat whitened with the grains of dust blown 'round.
Riding your horse from place to place,
You're laughed at because you respect women,
You're laughed at because you sober,
And you're laughed at because you passed up all those buckle bunnies
And saved yourself for that one special honey.
The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady.
You're not like the rest,
You work for your money.
You don't spend it on beer and cigarettes,
You spend in on your one sweet honey,
The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady.
When your wife had that baby girl,
You couldn't think of anything else,
But spending that money,
A new carriage, blanket, and pillow.
You couldn't wait to hear that giggle, 
That little giggle of the one,
The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady.
You couldn't wait to see that smile,
A smile so big you didn't even know if her eyes were open.
You couldn't wait to see her expression,
Her expression from getting a new carriage, blanket, and pillow.
The ones you bought with your own money
That you didn't spend on beer and cigarettes,
You spent it on you honey,
The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady.


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YOU NOW BELONG TO HEAVEN

I was waiting for you
With an open arms
Your arrivals was such a happiness
That I was longing for
You left this world
Before you even seen it
This was the deepest sorrow
I ever had
It really tear me apart
I had so many dreams for you
That just gone with the wind
Without achieving anything
The bible says...
...never ask the Lord why
But, everything that happens
Happen for a reason
I never get the chance 
To tell you that I Love you
Neither to hold in my arms
I never had the chance
To prove to you 
That I am your protector
Your role model
A shoulder for you to cry on
Someone that you can rely on
I was so happy to receive 
A new born in our family
But the day that I welcome you
Was that same day that I say...
...goodbye, farewell to you forever
You now belong to heaven
May your soul rest in peace
You will always be love and missed sadly
May the Good Lord
Bless and keep you always



I wrote this poem for my little sister who died during birth.



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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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A Leader That Comes Only Once In A Few Generations

A Leader That Comes Only Once In a Few Generations

I want to see a leader who is willing to do the right thing for our country
Not try to make a buck for themselves.

We need someone who is willing to lead our nation to a brighter future
Not into quick sand so they can rule the land for a few days.

Our United States needs a person who is not self-centered
Someone who can think what will save this country from
Becoming just like all of the rest, a person who will maintain 
Our country’s independent identity.

We need a leader not a chump who is down on his luck;
We need someone who is willing to walk away from a buck.

Our nation has to find a person willing to stand up for her
Not sell her out, she needs a true once in a few generations
Type of leader to truly lead our country to better times.


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Good old days

I remember the smell of the polish
The hissing of steam from the pots
The songs on the radio playing
And my nose dripping with snot

Mum would grab me and wipe it
With a dexterity practised before
Leaving my nose like a beacon
Me screeching as I went out the door  

My older sisters were singing
As they , the house chores fulfilled
The sun cut a beam through the window
And there on the Lino it spilled

Dust particles in its light they floated
Not seen when its power was gone
Yet they danced to the radio music
As the sun through the window it shone

These days are now but a memory
But oh what a treasure they are
Nothing I have can replace them
Neither jewel nor silver nor car



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The Fruit Cake Twins

one fake smile said to another
fake smile at this “holiday” time of 
year
that it was great to see them &
that they’d been thinking of them all year
with the obligatory hug 
followed by the obligatory chuckles at 
jokes that aren’t funny
with a few questions about the family 
(yawn) or inquiry about a family that 
said fake smile might not have yet 
with condescension &
awkward back paddling (yikes) applied
directly thereafter
all summed up with an expected moment of
obligatory gift-giving 
accompanied by momentary tearing of 
packaging &
the arrival upon the notion that each
fake smile has been similarly 
uninspired & cheap,
as between the two fake smiles
lie in the their prospective hands
two fruit cakes---
two fruit cakes, 
saying less to another person during a moment of
obligatory gift-giving than might a 
gift certificate 
or perhaps even just a shrug of the shoulders
(with a silent mental phlegm wad on the whole of
it all)---
two fruit cakes,
like the doublemint twins themselves at age 80 or so
came right up to both fake smiles 
kissing them with hairy lips, loss of teeth &
a case of bad breath that would make those mad scientists
down below in their underground bases
start to wonder that if they could contain it somehow,
it could be spread over large stretches of the next enemy
by stealth bombers or drones in any one of our 
perpetual wars---
two fruit cakes,
now staring up at the mutual fake smiled,
mutual fake laughing (oh my, what are the chances that this could happen?),
thinking of nothing else but
just how long it will take them to get home,
rewrap these things &
pawn them off on another sucker
tomorrow.


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Shadowed Path

Thru a shadowed path, down a shadowed lane
Two lovers walk, the moonlight to gain.
The beauty of the walk is as beauteous as their love,
Shared thru a kindness, a reverence, and the touch of a hand.

A meadow comes into sight to eventually espy
Mists swirl in mystery as they begin to walk by.
But a fragrant rose pulls them, their attention drawn 
Thru the gates of an old house they gently begin forth

Who in love lived here long ago, now unseen?
What trials, what future, had they seen?
Their love built a life, and of course this home
Would that their lives could be so generously strewn.

Two lovers that lived so very long ago
And thru the years were repeatedly, celebrated so.
Now, two more have come as the man goes on bended knee
He picks the rose and delivers it up with a ring

He has bought this old house, a glorious old thing
To inspire her to wife, to repeat once more, an old beautiful dream
May the tale of this house and the old love it has seen
Inspire a new couple to a great life once again.


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My Heritage

My heritage is a mixture
Of backgrounds.  Let's start on 
My Dad's side of the family.

My Dad's mom is Irish and English.

My Dad's dad is Irish and German.

My Mom's mom is Scottish and Irish.

My Mom's dad is blood Hungarian.

So in other words,
I'm a mutt!  or as others say,
"Heinz 57!"


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We Are All In This Together

We all have a story to tell.
Ups and downs,
Together, we've been through it all;
God has led us through it all.
Trust Him;
It's all for a reason.
All your pains,
All your struggles,
All your hurts-
They're all for a reason.
God has a bigger plan,
One we cannot see.
Trust Him and pray.
Remember,
We are all in this together.
Together, we have been through it all.
Ups and downs,
We are family-
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
We are friends.
Most importantly,
We are family.
Let's love one another like God loves us.
Let's help each other out
And help each other up with loving hands.
We are His children.
We are His servants
Together on His mission
To love, save, and change the world
For the better.
We are all in this together.
Listen to His praises ring;
Let's praise Him together.
Listen to sister Fantasia sing,
"Sometimes you gotta lose to win again."
Thank You Father!
Amen!


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A Priceless Gift

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key"...The Rambling Poet

My young husband has reluctantly left for his work,
leaving the two of us for the day.
Amazingly I have no fear that I’m not up to 
the responsibility.
Just yesterday we brought him home,
our new son, our first child.
This night at home had gone well.  
When he awakened hungry, I had taken him
into the warm bed with us to nurse
and then had tucked him back into
the cradle close by.   
It is early March and the house is cool.
His daddy had brought him to me
this morning when our son had announced 
his hunger again. 
Now we are alone for the first time.
Our bed is warm and inviting.
This small creature is completely helpless
and dependent on me.
My heart swells with love as I 
feel the warm milk flowing.
I caress his downy head and know
without thinking about it
that I would die for this small being.
It’s as though my own life is just beginning.
The awe and wonder of it is 
beginning to seep in.  

My baby, my perfect son, the love of my life.  
I will remember this moment forever
as the exact time when my life changed and
I realized the true extent of the marvelous gift
bestowed upon me by a loving God.

By: Joyce Johnson 8/22/11

For contest "A Fragment of Life"
Received a 2nd place


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Just an Old Attic

As we ransack Grandma's jumbled attic 
in her  blatant old house,
numerous ladybugs and even a mouse 
snared in yellow dust, layered thick.

A rusty dress form displays only a hat
and a distant wall sports a battered ole'  bat.
Boxes of antique shoes are
staged in a perfect row.

Scads of newsworthy magazines, 
records of years past,
pictures, fashions of Victorian times
in frames, made of wood to last.

From a rickety stairwell
it's an effort to  sneak a peek.
There's little chance to run around,
no space for hide and seek.

Large lofty windows appear to leak
as the floor feels unsound.
A passé leather trunk
full of winter scarves and such
sits on a mattress, once a GI's bunk.

Ah, there's a large Webster's lexicon
next to pieces of broken glass
from a battered kitchen hutch

A brass rack holds a faded quilt
draped in a heaped mass.
There's a wheel chair, a crutch -
wonder where those have been?

There's Grandpa's old uniform
with many medals, somewhat torn.
An empty silver flask that once held his Gin.

A child's rockin' horse sits alone
beside an honest-to-God telly 
with a cradle & faded numbers 
from overuse of long ago.

A recipe file in a dark corner, 
at least that's what the label says.
I wonder how often Grandma sat up here
after Granddad passed away?

Many old treasures, to her so dear,
as well as her Bible & an old rug
upon which she would kneel to pray.


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My Endless Longing -A Mother's Love

                                                                **~**

My heart is fierce in its longing for you
 With thoughts that mimic flitting butterflies
Like stars chasing the moon in the black velvet night
And every time I close my eyes…
It is you whose face I see
I ache from deep within my soul
Wanting to feel my fingertips trace the soft texture of your skin
Run my fingers through your soft, chocolate hair
Longing to see your smile - beaming radiant like diamonds in the sky


Lying in my bed at night the fingers of darknes touch my skin
The moon quietly tiptoes through my window
As silent witness to my bleeding heart
Closing my eyes…
Brings your image closer to my mind
For you... are a violet glistening with dew to my longing heart
An angel - in a spider's land
Where they deceitfully weave their web of lies
Unwillingly... turning your heart against me...
The mother who loves you so                                      

I drift away into a restless sleep dreaming of you- my girl  
As the early morning sun creeps through my window
I awake... with a heart that breaks all over again
I am a prisoner held captive by my love for you
My precious, little porcelain girl

My love for you will never end
I pray for strength to see us through
For someday we will win this battle
And the love we share...
Will lovingly come shining through

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i willingly give my love and my life for them

my constant friend
i still
do not know
exactly what we
are doing here

but i feel death is
starting at my feet
and working up

so......

i must ask you to
tell my lover and 
my mother that 
i willingly give
my life so that
they may be free

tell them to look
at each spring
as a blessing and
talk about how i 
loved the spring.

and to you my 
dear friend,  if you 
make it out of here
i am going to
ask you to give a
extra kiss to those
you
love
then think of me

well the time is
here and i shut
my eyes....no i
do not hurt.  i see
my daddy and my
grandad at the gate
and i must run to
meet them.

i have made it here
and i am truly free.

by janetta


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A Reminiscence of the Language

A light day…

My granny was a little
woman.
She loved to speak in other 
languages:
Italian, French and
German.

And in the Grannies language for their grandchildren:
“my pretty”. 
She didn’t get pension (that was 
the time) and 
our home was thronged with pupils. Surely because of this I learnt
neither one. Or with the guests who
dropped in
often (we lived in the downtown by the tail
of the horse* - they used 
to say so), for having a cup of black coffee.
The coffee
was special – for fortune-telling. She 
“was telling fortune” and they
were telling us. A lot of stories. Surely 
because of this I
know neither one.
Then she started getting less and less and
slender.
One night my mother told me,
“Go to see her…”
A thin, transparent leaf.

Now surely she’s telling the fortune and
is speaking only in the Grannies language
for their grandchildren:
“my pretty”. 
...................................................
*”the tail of the horse” is slang for the Historical Monument Tsar Osvoboditel (tsar liberator) that indicates the downtown of Sofia; more on the monument can be read here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Monument-Tsar-Osvoboditel-1912.jpg


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Disturbingly So

Where is the love? Where is the hugs?
It's a family meltdown, disturbingly so.
Adult children who think life is all about them.
Pent up emotions, anger and frustrations,
Petty disagreements, throwing away one another
Like paper products thrown in the dump.
Preferring a hug from their pets than each other.

It makes me sad to hear so many families feuding.
But today, seriously, give family your love and even a hug.
Communicate softly and listen to each other's view,
Even when it's hard and still healing from the hurts done.
Let's not allow another family member to pass on without forgiving.

"Talk is cheap, communication is priceless"



Quote from Patricia Lees


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first kiss

there is nothing like the taste of a first kiss
the sweet smell of bubble gum while still in the mouth
while hiding behind a trash dumpster in kindergarten at recess
kissing the boy of your dreams at age five


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The Bradford Pear

I touch one,
The baby buds growing on the tree.
They're tender, vulnerable, and soft.
They promise new life to come.

 
What awaits these tiny buds?

Only seasons will tell.

One year might have more rain while a drought might have happened in the previous year.
Wind might blow them away,
forever carrying them away from their home.

 
I pluck one and hold it in the palm of my hand. 
It's pungent smell not yet noticeable.
But I know when the tiny, green bud blooms,
The pretty, little white petals and the essence of the bloom, will contrast.

 How can something so delicately pretty, so innocent,
emit such a intoxicatingly rich, pungent bouquet?

I know this little bud's future.
I drop it to the ground, hearing the soft fump as it hit.
I've decided it's fate once I've plucked it,
I'm like God in this way.

 Dropping an angel from the sky,
To live his or her life in the arms of humanity and family.
To have the struggles I've predetermined so they can become who they were,
who I know them to be.

 I've forgiven their pungent mistakes because I know the mistakes they will make.

Their family will nurture the tiny, innocent angelic baby, never knowing what the future
will hold for their child. 

The now blooming adult will walk away, to take risks, to challenge life, to be carried
away by the wind.

 Their lives are now guided by my hands,
If they so chose.

 However, what choice do they have if I have predetermined their lives?
I closed the small hole in the ground with the pat of my hand,
took the clear glass cup,filled to the brim of precious water,
I poured.

 I took the chance, a risk, so that a new life can begin.


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My Dear Uncle

He places his hand on the Bible. 
God’s Holy words at his fingertips.
Missing all the people who have gone on.
The world looks a little lonely at times.

He remembers the time long ago.
When he was a child on his daddy’s knee.
Listening to the stories of men who were wise.
From the bible that held the bravest of  heroes.

You grew up to be a man of purpose.
To help those who were in great need.
Many times you often stumbled.
But you picked yourself up to see.

When a person needed a hand.
You pitched in where you could.
Leaving a trace of joy behind.
In a dark and desperate world.

You stood by my ailing father.
Giving him brotherly love.
Showing him, the hope he needed.
To stay alive, for those who loved him.

You have always been a wonderful uncle.
Loving without passing judgments of sin.
A person who tries to find the good.
Where ever there is a lost, broken man.

Thank you for all your compassion.
I know Christ will reward you someday.
Many riches await for you in heaven.
For God sees a man that is truly great.


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her

i can see her so clearly
blue eyes blazing 
mist falling
the fog of the
ozark mountains
making the scene
surreal 

each time a car
past us i simply
saw her shimmer

she stood there until
my husband arrived
to meet us so i could
go home earlier
than i intended. 


she didn't know that
i was sick to death to
know how he was
treating her

the wisps of blonde hair
danced and blew and
wet tangled curls stuck
to her head

it was not because i
was her mother, you know?
but she looked translucent...
an angel.  i breathed sharp
as i listened to her.

you know what i mean...
it is a snapshot in time
that shall always be with
me, i need no camera.


she said "momma,
i am going to have to
leave him", almost
like she needed permission
to do so.  she looked
down, so sad.....

i just tried to give her
some of my strength;
hugged her fiercely.

she was only 27.

my darling i will love
you until the stars 
erase them selves
out of the sky ...
and even after
i die

i thought that 
everything
would be alright.

not so.  the stars must
have fell out of the sky
when i was not looking.

and....i didn't die

my love has been complete
and time standing even tho
he killed her as surely
as if he had taken a gun
of his choice and blew her
away.

he took,....her children
her money, her shelter
even her food and the
life she was trying
to rebuild.  


the miserable creature
who said she was not
good enought married
a new woman on the
day that they were 
divorced.


so now....for many 
years she was wandered
here and there and really
has no home. she lives
in pods at different peoples'
homes that love her.

then she moves on in a
cycle again.

her life seems to be
motivated by a fear she
is unwilling to discuss.

i know that she is certain
that if she stops she will die.

oh, God, i love her, i love
her, i love her.

by janetta


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Facing the Dinner Table

isn’t it hilarious
how it is that only tonight
both you and i have come to realize 

for years this dinner table
has vastly stood between us

and all that is spread upon it
may never manage to evade the distance
or the partitions blocking me from you.
therefore, i clasp the bowls
filled with withering leaves
colored a dead green
missing their shine
the shine i once saw subsiding in your eyes

the dishes pose to be red
with schallots, carrots, tomatoes and chilli
or morelike love that often bounces of in
conversations between you and me, about other people.
the rice has forgotten how to be the white
that is supposed to break our hunger
fallen into whatever

water in the tall goblets
are wells waiting
for your throat and mine to become rivers,
staircases that shall return him to the sky
to impregnate the clouds again
the fruits long to rot
grow maggots and return to the branches
or they might be missing the knife that stabs
to take them away from the stiffling silence
amidst nonsense talk we share. 
what color has yet to find its way to be a table cloth
to make this table look slimmer, to toss away the layers of conversation
drowning us like the fat on our bodies

isn’t it such a pity
how only tonight
you and i have come to realize

the fact that my hand could no longer 
offer food to your mouth

nor the other way around.


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The Song of Peace

The Song of Peace

On the ground,
a man is walking,
a soldier driving his tank,

there are flowers
on both sides of the road
noone sees the flowers

the man is killed
his family cries,
and so do the flowers.

the soldier is killed,
his family cries,
and so do the flowers.

the man and the soldier,
meet beneath the ground,
and grow flowers
in an eternal garden...

the road is empty
there are no men,
nor soldiers

just flowers,
waving in the evening breeze,
singing the song of peace,

But nobody hears it!


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Collage of juncture

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


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Mama

Skeletal,
shriveled,
your shell's a delicate, dry
and brittle casing,
soon shed.
Now,
age accumulates and,
exiled and bewildered --
all free choice fled --
death's an unknown terror.
You miss your home,
cannot understand how,
to those who once bent to your will,
you've faded to a shadow,
powerless, almost forgot,
a consequence of the natural order.
Enjoy the moments in the sun,
your food, your precious life's breath
that I listen for at night.
I cling, and mourn your life --
so changed.
Your stroke
has paralyzed us both...
my pity, cloaked in love,
is but another grievous wound
you bear.


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The Rebellious Teen

The rebellious Teen loved all his friends. 
The only ones he listened to… were them.
They wanted him to drink and smoke every night. 
They said experimenting with drugs was definitely all right.

The rebellious teen’s mom was beside herself… 
This was her child and this could finish his life.
But he continued to listen to the Devil himself.
What could she do in the end to save his life?

The devilish friends held him closely in the palm of his hand…
In the end she decided she had to move far away from them.
Somewhere… where only new friends he could find.
Those who loved life, sports, and learning: to draw him back in.

Then every so often she let him, for a visit, to go back…
Each time he went, fewer were left to contact, yes, some were even dead.
Some had over dosed… Some didn’t care who he was any more.
What he found was rot and that they lacked the drive to live.

The rebellious teen cried for what he saw they had become…
He had changed and now could see, what was happening to them…
These were no longer the friends that he remembered from before.
He tried to save them with words and his love… but they didn’t care.

He didn’t want to go back to that sadness, to live ever again… 
Now he looked to the future and that was a fact.
The moral I tell you, all of my friends…if he won’t listen to you… 
Then find him new friends.

For if he is your life and if you want him to live…
Find others to help steer him or else you can’t win…
Let his support group be new peers who enjoy life to the brim.
Yes, those who will help lead him to walk in the light again.

From a true experience…


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I'll Be Home Soon

Gazing out the window
rain pounding like a drummer in a parade
I let my eyes fall closed
and I picture his emerald eyes
his bright smile that lights up a darkened sky
and his scent - a mixture of the rain outside and the pine trees beyond my sight
I then allow my lids to open
and I gaze at the polished black pistol in my hand
As I lift it, the heaviness a slight surprise
the sight of his blood stained on my freshly painted wall
fills my mind with the memories of his misery
I yearn to join him
and so I lift the pistol higher and higher until I feel the coldness on my temple
and I enjoy the last moments with my memories of his beautiful face as it kisses mine
while I pull the trigger harder and harder

and then comes the blast
and I've joined him at last
and I see his face again
and again he kisses me sweetly
I see his bright smile
emerald eyes
and that wonderfully blissful scent makes me whole
and I am Home


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The Cremation of My Uncle- 2

When his truck met
with nature so pure,
Did he know his time
was coming to an end?

Basic elements of life
taught each day
not to think twice.
Giving humans oxygen,
yet encouraging a raging fire,
just ordinary trees.
Did he know they would 
cut his time short?

A cremation vault so sacred
destroys our lives.
It put him in a vase
rather than a box.
Does he know now
that he has come
to an end?

-Caroline Youngless


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The old man

just as everything is in its place 
the cracked pitcher in the cellar’s window 
the maize porridge pot amid the verandah flowers 
the knife sharpener in the kitchen table’s drawer 
the squared clock hung slanting on the wall 

day after day the old man 
takes off the straw hat from its hook even if it’s cloudy 
pulls it down on his head with both hands 
opens the street gate till it hits the wall 
upright like a thistle he looks down the road 

under the hat colored like an autumn sun 
it gets warmer 
his face furrows overturn a smile 
as if the moist earth sliced by the old times plough 
under the steps of sons grandsons and great-grandsons


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jack and jill

 My Mom read me nursery rhymes
as in her womb I slept
and  in my dreams they come alive
in color and in depth

My dreams begin with Jack and Jill
as down the hill he takes a spill
then I dream  of   Miss Muffet
scaring a spider  from  his web and tuffet

I even saw Mary  and her little lamb
as she pushed him in a pram
And in the fullness of the moon
I dream of dishes  dancing with a spoons

But the best dream of all
is that of being born
and looking into the loving eyes of Mom
while Dad and sis lovingly look on


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Just Down The Road

Just down the road there is a cemetery
for World War One vets and for them only.
It is not quite full and it never will be.
They are all dead now, everyone who served;
those who died young and those who survived.
My gramps is buried there; he survived the war
and lived to the ripe old age of ninety-five.
Gramps was wounded twice while he was there
by those he called “them damn stinking krauts”.
I still miss my gramps to this very day
and every now and then I will visit his grave
at the cemetery just down the road;
but not very often because each time I do
I break down and cry for he was not only gramps,
he was also my very very bestest friend.


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Graduation

Graduation

Your Family has raised you
Your Creativity has led you.
Your Determination has held you
Your Work has lifted you
Your Friends have been with you
Your school will remember you

You have made memories and friendships to always hold
You have made your life and it has made you  
You have become more and you will become more again.
You have been part of the past and you are now a part of the future
You have been one of many but you are still unique
You have depended on others and others will come to depend on you

Never forget you can still seek advice or extend a helping hand
Never forget that you can make things better but cannot change everything
Never forget that paths will change and may again cross
Never forget to use your strengths and never give up
Never forget mistakes happen and never forget to forgive
Never lose your courage or fail to get back up again
Never forget to continue to strive, hope, pray, and be happy


Remember there are still lessons to be learned and mountains to be climbed
Remember there are still fears to overcome and dreams to be dreamed.
Remember we Salute your future endeavors and… We Salute You.
Remember you are uniquely you
Remember: You are our sons and daughters… And 
Remember: You are loved true.

CSEastman


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Best Friend

Best friend
Friends forever
Turn to friends never
You look back and ask why
Then you realize, you never was
Best friends 
Not true 
Loyal friends come rarely 
Trust is never really there.
True best friends never leave
You don't ignore each other
You mad you move on
You talk the next day
Best friend 
Im not sure you move past tht point 
You family now
Best friend 
Ok I give you those but do they stay that way.
Best friend 
Some always happens 
Best friend 
You should know me well 
Best friend 
Never make a false pretense 
Best friend 
Move on to tht final stage 
Trust each other 
Once that trust is gone so that best friend
Best friend
Been betrayed so many times I just don't give a damn 
Im cold hearted I know that.
But guess what if your really my best friend then you would know that
Best friend
I don't know that term like that. 
Best friend 
I'm afraid to actually start caring cause when you do *****changes
Best friend 
Now we grew apart 
Our time is up
We moved on
Met new people
New relationships causes drifting
Never speak
Lose contact 
Best friend is no more.


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Country Love

Before life refunded my dreams
My feet hurt, Grandma pressed her beads
Full moon,  spoke with light, let long hair speak
Love together, spins forever, beautiful  verse
Twined all people,  without applause
For eternity

For

Eternity

11/09/11 


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Gratitude


Mans best friend cowers in the corner
with her family by her side... desperation...
smoke and flames had invaded their peaceful home...
when all looked hopeless,
off the hinges the door crashed down
with smoke swirling uncontrolled...
through the black darkness,
a hero emerged...

A beautiful picture of humanity was born 
another chance at life had come...
a loving vision of her family running through an open field, young and free,
in gratitude...
she turned to the burly Firefighter,
and with a lick to his face
her thanksgiving was shown...

A family thrives.....



___________________
         CONTEST
 


 


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Mother

pain and suffering endured giving life 
love and happiness enveloping youth 
kindness and guidance given throughout the years 
content and fearless as her death nears 
tears of sorrow shed as she departs 
tears of joy as time brings spirits to reunite 
mother and children together in everlasting life 


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Mirrored Silence

mornings are a mother’s mirror,
merciless in clarity
and hideous in reflection;

as I pass doors, now closed.
the patter of feet
resounding in nothing but echo;

the sun highlighting a calendar
casting shadows on beginnings,
while leaving endings, hanging
in terminal silence.

my bosom heaves, for it is dry;
arms aching
with the weight of emptiness;

hindsight tossing laughter,
cracking
the brittleness of solitude;

and memory is the pain borne
carried unwillingly  
and then interred
far too deeply within…


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My Sister's Diet Coke

My sister sips diet coke
Gets her day going that’s no joke.
It even helps her dream of the Baroque;
Dazzling her eyes while frying her egg yoke.
And folks this is no smoke
It makes her strong as an oak,
While floating like a butterfly stroke
Whenever she drinks her chilled diet coke.


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Deaths Epiphany

The man who raised me, his hair has become so very gray.
The hands that once held me, their skin is now so paper-thin.
I know, the time is coming close where he shouldn’t live alone.
What can I say, that he doesn’t already know?

He wants his independence, but I hear a waiver in that thought.
So now I begin to worry and want to call him every night.
I cried when my mother died, but with him I will cry so much more.
As long as he’s alive… I still feel tethered in their love.


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Playing Scrabble With Their Grandpa

My husband...

     has never minded
           eating a vegetable he doesn’t like
             just so they will eat theirs….

Will play Scrabble for hours, misspelling on purpose,
            complaining, and pouting, and making them laugh
                                                  (then, of course, they will win)  
                         
He will play Old Maid, pretending to have a sour face….
       rather than playing poker with his friends 

He will devour, (with enthusiasm), half smashed, soggy potato chips
          out of clammy little hands, 
                        when they've decided to share...

He's fine... letting them play hairdresser...
        sitting patiently, while they curl his hair,

He doesn't mind drinking muddy looking tea
  from a tiny little cup, that is too small for his fingers

Or sitting out in the blazing sun
         on a hot summer afternoon
              watching them stay cool, as they frolic in the sprinklers

He shows excitement 
 over a Popsicle stick
      glued onto cardboard, 
          and tied with a bow....
              exclaiming it to be his favorite birthday gift...
               

He doesn't mind taking them up and down the aisles of Wal Mart
           for an hour, while they decide how to spend their dollar

He would rather spend his day playing hopscotch
     than a round of golf

He's their Grandpa.........

         Grandpa is a Scrabble word….

              And it means love…




__________________________________________________________
In honor of Nancy Jones' Contest: Scrabble


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how it feels to be stalked by a serial killer and have no one care

how many people in your life that have been murdered?
probably none
my grandfather was a war herp
coma tosed
to have his wife a cripple
so i could run away scrambling from bs people for the rest of my life

11 tragic deaths in my life,
my family and friends
and their family and friends dropping like flies

the bills sent for the ambulance ride
leave me wondering why did you even bother come
to pretend to save my life
to wake me up and send me out the door
without being able to thank the people who just kept me alive

4 suicides, and im the lucky one to survive mine
4 murders have taken place in my life
and three tragic accidents

i have no idea what it would belike to see my family smile
theyre all dead

nothing but bs people come to watch me cry
who dont know who i am
never talk to me
and have no time for someone like me

off i go back to the hospital for more poison
and brag about malpractice
my stomache that cant digest any thing without pain or discomfort
but hey off your meds i can finally achieve an erection

love music by the way
the terrorist psychological attack with my name on it
offering me reason after reason to cry
what do i need another excuse to hate you

the politicians i cant contact
the police force harassing me
breaking my door down to ransack
stalking me to hand out tickets
breaking my nose afer a hostage situation

and its the bs people who tell me 
trying to kill myself was the right thing

the military doesn't care
but make things happen over night

love watching you walk around in your underwear
at my pity party to be happy for you
but im not
im jealous
i hate you for it

your bs people
like these poetry sites with no clue
nice poem huh?

what a read....

go die
maybe after i get crippled they will have the heart to shoot me
but i doubt it
been raped, and tortured, and drugged, and beat by police, and held hostage
to be cyber stalked and have my accounts compromised
off and on and off and on
for 13 years

go kill yourself
war pig loser nation

what do you want me to say?
i know why people drop bombs now
i truly do

put me in a tank
and suck my d ick
existance is my enemy anyway
i hope he quits bothering to live

screw you face book
and twitter is a terrorist organisation
go ask microsoft


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My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat


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Deep enough to bruise the soul

He didnt know the wounds would go
Deep enough to bruise her soul
She lay there froze when he arose
She replaced her battered clothes
Rather the blows from clydesdales toes
Or the fate of conquered foes
This painful load forever to hold
A friend not stranger from her stole
He didnt think her dad would drink
Then find his gun beneath the sink
He hasnt blinked he's at the brink
Wants to feed animal instincts
Moms half insane feels daughters pain
Her tears form puddles like the rain
Her child explains how she's ashamed
Now mommy wants to share the blame
He didnt weep in courtroom seat
Jury discussion deliberately brief
Not very steep the sentence was weak
They only handed him three hundred weeks
He never did speak almost like asleep
He'll spend many cold nights wrapped in a thin sheet
Tried to be discreet almost lost heartbeat
When those bars of steel slid right past his feet.


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Breaking Dawn


Of
Divine 
Glory
Pure and Holy
Born 
From above
Child 
Of God
Born 
Of a virgin
Born 
As man
You 
Alone
Bore 
All sorrow
Wiped away
All 
Sin stain
Then gave us –
Your 
Holy Name
The 
SON
Has
 RISEN
And 
Sheds 
His light 
For 
All 
To see
The 
Breaking Dawn


© Brenda V Northeast 28th march 2012


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Stuck

I'm like a lion
Tryin to be  trained
to behave in a cage, but
I wasnt born to be tame
Full of stress and rage
 Im compressed and chained
Infected with depression
beCause I cant catch a break
Lifes taste is so tart
In pain from my scars
Stained by lame luck
Stuck behind apace car
I strive to write
But all I can type is the space bar
I'm Pervaded with doubt
About to freakout
Quick Someone bail me out
I would sniff my way out
but I got this cyst on my snout
From 6 years of this drought
Im sittin with this could of pout
Stickin to me like jam from a can
like melted candy in your hand
I'M a pantree full of Spam
 A Letter without the stamp
A debtor without a plan
Like chicken on a pan without any Pam,
Damn I'm starting to get pissed
 I got to devise a plan, before I break my fist,
Punching this brick wall, I got the spit but no ball
got the wits with no squall, like a toliet with no stall
 Slippin in a pit fall, Shiz just snow balls
I want to brawl, missed last call
My Stick shift just stalled,
This lawl has no intention at stopin at all
And I'm kicking myself in the balls
like old men walking up and down the halls
so i flop, just like a dust mop
Now i got knots in my food box
The size of king kongs rocks and
Every door has been locked
I try to soar but its all for not


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This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


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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 Piano Stand

I was sitting at the piano stand,
cracking my hands, getting ready to play,
when a man walked in, no one knew who,
he was, because no one had seen him in a while.

He sat in a chair, his hair so blonde and long as could be,
my hand touched the piano key,
I realized it was my dad not that it was bad,
just why was he here, i can't bare to see his face.

I stopped playing,
I started saying,
How mad i am for his fame,
He walked out of the school in shame.

I wondered why he was famous and what for,
He left me and my brothers to be poor,
For some other.

I can never forgive him,
but i'll let him live on in his fame,
for i have nothing to shame.
For i knew he would not claim,
me as a daughter or friend.

I moved my hands from the keys on the piano,
for i have moved on to another Piano Stand.


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Daddy's Little Girl's

Every little girl needs her daddy 
to love her with gentlemanly charm.
To hold her tightly when she is afraid and keep her safe from harm.
Daddy have you ever wondered whose holding us now.

From pigtails and bubblegum,
to lipstick and high heels;
Daddy whose going to be their to hold our hand.
To help us mend our broken heart,
teach us that true love is real.

Daddy you never stop to wonder the day
you walked out on mom was the day you abandon us too. 

Now as we grow older whose going to teach us to dance in the living room,
Whose going to see us twirl.
Whose going to bid us goodnight
And tell us everything is going to be alright.

Daddy your actions were selfish your desires divide our home
Now daddy you no longer belong to us alone.
You forgot along the way that there is no love that equals that of daddy's Little Girls.

Daddy you once said you prayed
But along the way I think you forgot to ask God
To guard your heart and protect your family from your selfish wayward ways.

The day you married mom
The day you created us
You forgot you made a promise
To stand with us for better for worse

You promise to love us and watch us grow
Dad you failed us
You replaced us for ashes and clay
We were meant to be daddy's little girl's.


 


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HAPPY EASTER POETRY SOUP FRIENDS

 May each of you have a joy filled Easter in remembrance of the ressurection of our Lord and loving Savior, Jesus Christ! God bless you all and keep you enveloped in His great Love and Mercy forever. -love Bob D


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Nobodies Home

The walls resonate like the inside of a brass bell. Footfalls act as the clapper bouncing sound like a ping pong ball from wall to wall. The antique oriental rug with its dragon vase had long left, the black enameled troche no longer lit the floor in puddles of orange light. Hollowed out, the place was…. scooped like a cantaloupe free of the seeds of man, of childish laughter and parental spats. Dust bunnies scurry in the late afternoon through the sunlight from dirty window panes. Spiders weave webs in the corners of long forgotten dreams… Soon, all too soon, this will be the case, the leaving will come footfalls will lead to the last closing, the brass doorknob will no longer reflect my face and the emptiness will fill with the dreams of a new family...


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A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that’s up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, ‘Please Mummy I want more.’ I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, ‘Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?’ No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. ‘We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.’ ‘ NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM’


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Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


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Misplaced Smile

And again I looked, I scattered my sight there and here, thoughts just posing in my head “why” people just standing against me, pure innocence of mine just scrambles me, 
And breaks me, “what did I do?’ I ask again and again, 
With no answer, people’s laughter, Laughs, without me, leaving me in the open, cutting my soft delicate tanned skin, 
People enjoying themselves, people that shattered me, those laughs like arrows dipped in venom pointed at my weak spot; my Heart
I ignore them will all my senses, with all my might, shut the door lock and cry
Those tears that nourished my soul and blurred my vision, 
My vision so watery and indistinct. I squeeze shut my eyes, locking the doors to the soul, the tears just escape from my portal-like senses, I open them again, wipe off the tears harshly with my palm.
The door opens; it’s my sister, my beautiful- little sister,
She came, to hug me, to console my killing solitude, with a kiss, so blissful, so radiant; it lit the worlds above me
A hug, so deep, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough to shed the tears, but it bought the price of a smile on my lips, a ticket to the manner of serenity.


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Nice Day for a Funeral

Written by Gail DeBole
In memory of my grandfather

Nice Day For a Funeral I (You were always old. I can't remember a time when you were not.) Cried (And you had no past before the first time I became aware of your presence.) When (The weather huddled the mourners together. It was a cold day, but the sun was out to pay its respects, also.) They (I huddled with the rest. Echos of the service left a sad taste in my soul.) Lowered (The Rabbi had spoken of you like an old friend.) Your (And convinced me of your close lifelong brotherhood with him.) Casket.


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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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Your Touch


Sitting here thinking this through, What happened to me and you? dont want to loose your touch, you have no idea, this hurts so much. I love you more than you'll ever know, the last thing I want is for you to go. Why is this the way it's gotta be? Wish you knew what this is doing to me. We lay side by side, never out of sight. Yet I don't remember the last time you held me tight. Miss the way you look at me, Miss the way it used to be. Look at me, what do you see? Why is it always me who, reaches out for your touch, you're right here and yet I miss you so much. I wish you knew what this is doing to me, what happened to what this used to be?


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Gods Gift

Someone to hold you 
Someone to care
Someone to wipe 
Away all of your tears
An icon of strength
Of courage and love
Gods gift to the world 
Is a mothers love.


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A Poem for her Majesty the Queen on her Jubilee


To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position.

It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country.

In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect.
No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall. 

The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army. 

May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time,
For we are ENGLAND . .  full of love . . . full of Pride! 


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Autumn's Dream - 2011

A request to tell all of your kinfolk, that are inside Heavens Gate To keep watch on one of my folk, for she has a special date Their just east of South Dakota, though she's in a different state For these Doctor's in Minnesota, want a team to secure her fate Their are many special surgeons, who all do their job first rate Prayers are needed, even sermons don't want any wishes to be late Let your words of prayer guide them, for she is my special mate The plan, in spring to send her home, I guess Grampa, will have to wait


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james, my love

he looked like any
other one person
as he ducked inside
the car which his
dad drove

no one could tell
by looking that he
was a lad and now
a man that had
served his time
well

he grew up this last
seven years and he
had a lot of loving 
and making up to
do 

his mind was so buzzing
that he could hardly
pay attention to any
questions or talk
going on around him

how had he done it
when so many others
were probably not
ever coming home
for any lengths of
time?

but he knew he could
make it now; i knew
it too

i don't know how he
did it,  but he did 
i'm seeing him in 
my minds eye now

i hope you can see
him too

there he is off to
his future as he once
was a boy off to 
school

i knew he could do 
anything now
for i had always 
believed in him

my eyes are crying
without permission
and i am so very
proud

for you see
i am his mother


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Plastic Gestures

The trash has been removed by wind and truck, by hands much smaller and, hearts much larger than his. The twinkling lights no longer shine on the tree or in my eyes. Scourer of malls, hunter of treasures magpie to the crownless king, reveling in his “just” deserts? The cold, meaningless, plastic gesture of his disregard lay under the barren Xmas tree, barren, as his love for me. His treasurers piled high, exquisitely dripping with each memorized desire, truffles melting on his thoughtless tongue, scrapbook memories litter the pointless horizon. Soon, he would attempt to hurl three decades of subservient gestures out, out like the small flame of love left, in the empty space which was my heart.


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9

Calcified bones from spent lives 
etched in stone above and around you.
You lie with others 
unable to hear 
or meet these words on any page.

It's cold even though you won't feel it.

Part of me wants to introduce the
others with whom you lay
to somehow warm that place
with blankets of sunlight. 

That would make me feel better about you being there
since you have to be there.

Another area of my mind faces
an equal challenge: 

Whether I should be thinking about you 
as my Dad, or as a person or after 9 years, 
as being gone.


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Ode to a Grandparent

Today you shower little faces with kisses
Piggy back rides and little messes....
Who notices???

Tomorrow you speak from your infinite wisdom
Your prayer is heard deep from within
Even though we may giggle
We love that you know and love Jesus.

You let me drive your old truck in the pasture
Laughed till you peed when the chair fell backwards
Love freely, laugh often and give generously what you have
Grandparent days are too short but cheerished!

Love those GRandparents!!

Mine are the Grandest of the grands!
***To all the Grandparents out there in the soup pool.


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A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


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DAUGHTER

A providential miracle,
she captivated me
from birth.
She embodied
an innocence and
wholesome purity
of such sublime quality
that I instantly knew
only God could create
such an extraordinary wonder.

I felt like a child
with his first pet 
when I saw her
and I was drawn to her 
like a magnet of love
that bonded and sealed
human life.

I was compelled to 
cuddle this creative
miracle and marvel at 
God’s handicraft.
From that moment on
she would forever be
the special entity
I called “precious pet.”

When her sister arrived
I was beside myself
with pride.
Immersed in gratitude 
and drenched in joy
I could hardly fathom 
my good fortune..
Sweet as sugar
and cuddly like a bear,
she possessed a sparkle and 
spirit that defined fun
and spelled felicity.
From that very instant
she would forever be 
my precious –
little “Sugar-bear.”

Like a trophy case
with twin Oscars
these sibling darlings
would grow in to my 
proudest accomplishment.
They were and remain
inestimable female prizes 
that would make any dad 
beam with pride 
and proudly proclaim -
“that’s my daughter!” 


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Grandma's frog fry

I recall my southern reared grandmother
Telling how good frog legs are to eat
Tastes a lot like chicken
Can be quite a treat

She sent me down to the farm pond
To fetch some frogs to fry
With gig in hand down to the pond I trod
To give frogging a try

With hot earth burning my bare feet
I formulated my plan
I gigged me some husky brutes
Enough to nicely fill a pan

Threw them in a tote sack
Over my shoulder that old tote swung
Back up the path I quickly ran
Envisioning the taste upon my tongue

Grandmother came to clean them up
Golly, did it ever make a mess
The blood and all that goo
My appetite it did depress

Tossed those frog legs in the hot skillet
Where they began to fry
The legs began to twitch and jump
One from the pan it did fly

Landed, still twitching, near my feet
With that, out the door I flew
I swear that until this very day
I have not given one frog leg a chew


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Eching Question

Since I was a child
An unspoken question 
Has echoed in the hollow 
Of my body 
Carved by sorrow – 

Where were you?

When your chubby baby boy
Climbed out of his crib and
Crawled into the cold bathroom
Where he ate Drano and
Burned himself with lye –

Where were you?

When your wily toddler 
Pulled himself up onto the ledge 
On the second floor and fell 
Through the screened window 
Down onto the bushes far below –

Where were you?

When your sensitive six year old
Sat crying on the seawall before
She slipped backwards and fell
Twenty feet to the rocky tidal beach 
Landing in the lone sand patch –

Where were you?

When your eight year old son
Was hit in the head by a hammer
Thrown by his nine year old sister 
Meant for a door, but catching him 
Instead, blood flowing everywhere –

Where were you?

When your fourteen year old daughter 
Confused by the subtle, yet loud 
Familial messages on sex started
Sleeping with multiple men
And contracted a venereal disease –

Where were you? 

When your oldest teenage daughter 
Began riding off into the night 
With guys on motor cycles
Coming home late and high on
Drugs and skipping school –

Where were you?

What I, your grown daughter, now know  
Is that lost in the oblivion 
Of your own pain and confusion 
You left us in the care of a string 
Of strangers because you loved us.

You were there for us 
As much as you were able – 
At the end of each crisis 
Bringing us back
From the brink of destruction.

We, your children, survived, 
And became strong 
On the undercurrent 
Of your love that I now know
Was always there.


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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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Throwing Sand

Ludicrous childhood - 
It's a sweet, sun-drenched day at 
The beach with family!
Spunky and childish - 
Throwing sand everywhere...fun!
I aim at strangers ~x~
Craaaazy memories
I still remember Summer
And its beach wonders! 
Obnoxious laughter
Is heard as we step foot in 
Freezing, salt water...x.x
The beach is God's pool
It's like a playground - tides come
ROLLIN' IN...splashing!
We can't stay in one place
We're drifting away 
Into a phase of youth's bliss...
We can't keep a steady pace 
We're slippin' and fallin' and slidin'
But we wrap around our merriness 
We're swimmin' and playin' around
Without a single care 
We're playing
A game of 

/Truth/      /OR/      /Dare/







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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


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A Child




A child, 
like
a ball of dough,
must be raised to
achieve success.


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Fear Anger Love

Fear fear fear

Lessons from yesterday haunt - 

demand from tomorrow looms.

No way to escape.

Today is saturated in anxiety.




Anger anger anger

Frustration over inequality.

Malicious throughts cross my mind.

Lashing out in bitter words

because I have no power over this.




Love love love

More than anything you are mine.

Through it all, good and challenging.

Now may be a struggle - yet - 

no matter what we have each other.


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The Magic of Christmas

Fluffy white snow is falling; 
roof tops, gardens and evergreen 
trees become white jewels in the
landscape glittering in the
winter sun.
Colour blooms within every
home; tinsel, lights and family 
members stressing over tangled 
Christmas lights and tarnished 
bobbles that were once shiny
and new.
Christmas trees dominate every
home but each one unique for
no person decorates the same;
some are tatty but still loved
all the same then yet others
are beautiful and perfect but
rarely truly appreciated.
Slowly an assortment of presents
grow at the feet of the tree,
each one covered in glittering
paper and ribbons.
Joy spreads like wildfire when
one hears carols sung, many
bring back memories of childhood; 
smiles form instantly for the magic
of Christmas captures us all for
we all have an inner child that
erases all maturity regardless of age –
the magic of Christmas?
It’s alive in everyone.


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A Collage Of Tears

~

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


________________________
September 28, 2013


Free Verse


For the contest, A Collage Held Dear, Craig Cornish 






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I am not God

I am not god.
So I cannot see everything you claim to do,
all that ails you, all the work you do.
I can only hope you do it.

I am not god.
I cannot read your mind, if you wish for something
sometimes you’ll just have to ask,
I can only hope you will.

I am not god.
So I ask you please stop expecting perfection of me.
I can’t always change the world, but I see the beauty in the filth.
I can only hope you try to.

I am not god.
I am not you either father. I cannot and do not see,
think, or act like you, or how you wish. I am me.
I can only hope you get that. 


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What Lurks Within

Emptiness pervades this room.
A barren womb,
Devoid of life.
Quiet is the light it bears—
Without shadows.
These four walls yearn for dressing
To yield warmth
For the cold and desolate 
Spirit held within.
This is a fallow cell that
Awaits the dwelling seed—
A fertile family
Whose footsteps will cultivate
The pulse of life—
The embryo—
The promise of life.


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Wisdom for the Wise

One good story told to a child,

is better than a night at the movies.


Taking your son or daughter to a baseball game,

is a memory that will last a life time.


Spanking your child is better

than saying don't do that anymore or else.



Taking your family to Church on Sunday

is better than sleeping in.



Bible study each night is better

than spending it watching TV.


The old saying a family that prays together,

stays together,


keeps more family's together than a

trip to the mountains or lake.


Written 6-23-11




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The seven wonders of my life

If the world has seven wonders, In my world there are seven more. All of of which for special reasons, that I truly adore. Each possessing their own style, grace, class and sass, with a beauty and esscense upon the surface, and wit, intelligence, underneath, mastered with endless potentials, no matter the time, date or place. My sisters are my 7 wonders, that simply keep me amazed.


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What's The Point

Whats the point,
young gentelmen young gentlemen,
the point of the matter is,
base on fact,
so just sign the agreement,

what agreement ,
would that be in any case?
The point of education and success & a wife,
"na ah", 
it read how i write it,
what's the point?

Whats the point,
The point of the matter,
 is you to have to find you,

Whats is the point,
is being all you can be,

What is the point,
we as young brothers,
of nations of nations,
are on verge of make a new f-r-a-ter-nit-y!!
what's the point?

What's the point,
give me a poem with five national athem 
and read what is written,
and i show you the direction,
straight up!!!

Why,
begin the fact,
THAT IS!!! 
we as poets are going changce a nation, 
with words one day,

My young brother that is,
 T-h-e P-o-i-n-t!!!


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Love Will Out

In February? Sun burn from looking up at the sky? 
My Oh My… Yes, it’s so very nice and warm.
The trees are blooming and it warms my heart.
Even the groundhog came out, smiled, and looked around…
Six more weeks of this winter? The Best there’s been…
I’ll get out my Valentine trappings tomorrow at dawn.
Then I will go get our leaf blower and make it to blow…
Bubbles and Valentine hearts high in the air…everywhere… 
When my Hubby reaches our home and walks in the door…
I’ll cover him in hearts full of love… with kisses galore…
Yes, I’ll show him my heart… As he walks in… 
I’m sure… On Valentine’s Day our hearts will soar, again…

Happy Valentine’s Day to All and your Loves…


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Unforgotten

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

You are alive
Others deny it 
Well, I know...
You are unforgotten
In my memory
You are unforgotten 	


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At Seventeen

~                                               ~




When you were seventeen
He swept you off your feet-

Then time soon slipped away
Your hair had turned to gray

He held you by the hand
Until he couldn't stand

Your feet stood strong upon the ground
The strength he lost, became your own

Devoted love you shared
Until the end

~

            When I was seventeen
            I saw how love could be
            I saw how love should be

            I grew to understand
            To know how grand true love could be
            
            I learned it all from watching you-





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For Nette's Contest "At this age" By Carrie Richards 1/9/12


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PASSIONATE

Filled with fervor-
ardent love flows from within;
all sixy-four inches of me
stretches as an Oak tree
to praise my God the Lord Jesus
Perfect love exemplified
Who divinely created family
Generation after generation,
Until one day in 1938 I was born
from the Conway-Carpenter tree
A peasant girl free on farmland
Growing, learning, sharing, crying, laughing,
I grew and I loved
family ties with loyalty and honor
Wrapped in ribbons around my soul
until becoming intensely faithful as a Collie dog
with privacy valued highly-
I married; I became a mother;
"Every day is the cutest day they've had yet," I was told.
Over forty years later this is true-
The children get cuter and cuter in my heart
Continuously cuddled within,
Emotion lies deep 
toward my Lord, my family and my friends
attached by affection or esteem-
Loyalty and confidentiality streams ardently;
Colorful palette manifested in elder years
Through writing
Carefully assessing every word for accuracy,
History will know my passions-
On pages - for all time
shared out of fervent love
from within

Evelyn Pearl Anderson


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A Lonely/Lovely Path

When I was a young woman
Just embarking on my own life
My grandmother departed and
Left me a special gift – 

A small, delicately framed
Faded black and white photograph
Of a long foot worn path running
Through a tall field of wildflowers
With a pointed church steeple in the distance
And in the bottom corner - 
In my grandmother’s tiny European scrawl -
A title – as I read it then –
“A Lonely Path.”

I knew she had given it to me
To remind me of her and the time
We had travelled together 
A few years earlier
Back to her childhood homeland
To the small German village where
She had lived with her grandmother
And walked this very path.

In my grief, holding the picture
The title felt fitting - as I knew 
From the stories I learned 
On our journey to the place 
Of her lost and sad youth 
That she walked a lonely path 
For many years of her life. 

Illegitimate, abandoned by her father
Even before her birth
Sent away by her mother who
Couldn’t live with the pain of 
Seeing her child’s face 
So much like her absent father’s
 
Only to be brought back later
Like a real-life Cinderella 
To care for her stepsisters
Until bravely leaving Germany
On her own at seventeen 
To find a new path to walk 
in America and a family of her own. 

And now, half a lifetime later
Recovering from long term illness
I feel pulled to revisit family history 
And realize upon studying 
The photograph on the wall 
In my front hall that I have walked by 
For many years now with a tinge of sadness
That maybe I had read my grandmother’s title
All wrong. 

Rereading the note taped on the back 
That she had written just to me - 
    This is the view from Grandmother’s house
    The meadow full of wildflowers
    We would hear the Angelus ring from
    That church steeple at six in the morning,
    Twelve noon, and six in the evening –
    That meant run home , no matter what play
    And pray the Angelus – 
    I still love to hear church bells!
I see now the title she really gave the photograph -
And maybe her life too - was “A Lovely Path”

And yet, as I continue to regard
My grandmother’s handwriting
I can see both titles reflected there, 
Like one of those images that changes 
Shapes as the light hits it from different angles
And I knew that her real gift to me was knowing 
that we each walk our own lonely and lovely path


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Pleading with a Whisper

Pleading with a Whisper
(About the Holocaust)
By:  Emily Kroeger

He begs of me to leave him.
Barley a whisper.

What can I do?

He lies here, begging me to let him die.
Barley a whisper.

What can I do?

Leave him to die?
Barley a whisper.

Leave him to be sent to a grave not worthy of him?
Barley a whisper.

No!  Never!
He’s my father!
Barley a whisper.

Father!
Father!
Oh my dear father, 
Barley a whisper.

I say through blurred eyes and unsteady voice,
Come, father, come,
Do not give into death.

Those lying around you have already seen heavens depths.
Barley a whisper.

Come father,
I will not let you fade away like a whisper in the wind.
 


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The Boxing Match

'Ding-Ding-Ding'

Round 1
Your knees became weak
Learning that your opponent was The Great Enah;
The one to never lose a match.
The one to tear you apart from the inside,
with a double right hook to a left
uppercut combo,
and finally a killer left jab to the
right cheek to only take you out
for 3 seconds at a time;

Round 6
My heart sunk
Learning of your match when you were half way done.
At this point
struggling
just to
keep your
breath.
Battlescars have taken captive your beautiful flesh
Wrinkles of veins stand like mountains
above valleys of blood on your deteriorating skin.
Yet I watch you continue on,
to land a glorifying punch to say
"Everything will be alright."

Round 12
The final countdown
Revealing the final combo
A fatal melee straight through the chest.
I fell to my knees as she tumbled to the ring's floor.
The impact of her body loosely colliding to the ground
echoed in my gut.
6 Rounds,
Not even 60 or 600,
could prepare me for this moment -
She lost.

'Ding-Ding-Ding'


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Grace

Grace 

asleep 
your beautiful face
quiet 
in
first moment
shown
until shoulders,
then finally
toes sail
to the air.

breathing
your first
of earth’s
great air,
you 
rebel
immediately
in cry
for
womb.

the leaving
is hard, Grace,
but we
will
love you,
keep
you warm
until you
can build
your own fire

and toast
your own
marshmallows
on all
the October
nights to
come 
with the
joy of
living.

©October 8, 2004


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Returning Home

On a still afternoon, the sun is hiding
Now softly framed in bands of gold
A garden, cheers with blooms, inviting
The old house warms with stories told

A suitcase heavy in her hand, no one to greet, no one about
No one to cry, or ask the why of then 
She had left it all, so long ago, impatient to be gone
Here and now, in different light, she finally understands


She sees a place so strangely queer, as if she’s gained new insight
As if another eye had sprouted new, to view the past more clearly
Familiar, yes, so much the same but presented quite peculiarly
Perceiving shade and shadows, shape, and sacrificial grace
A chrysalis that held her in, is now a place of love
How fine it is to safely land…a butterfly flies on home 



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Inspired by Rick Parise's contest "The Spirit Eye"


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A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
warnings
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day


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Jealousy

If jealousy had a colour, Then it won’t be green. If jealousy had expressions, Then it can’t be expressed. If jealousy could be described, Then there would be no words. If jealousy could be touched, Then it won’t be cold. You should have seen yourself today, Your face had almost no colour, Your expression was still, No description would have fit, Your eyes were not cold, neither warm. But envy and jealous Is the only words, I think, That can describe your emotion. Red and white, hot and cold. Expressionless misfit description, The only real thing is People sense jealousy from far away. Jealousy, a trap catching people easily.


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No Memories

I didn’t know you 
I never really talked to you
But you created my sister
You brought her to my family
You were trying to be better
You were trying to be better
That’s what hurts me the most
That I didn’t know you
That I never really talked to you
But you were trying
And you are missed
I thank you for being you
For doing everything you did
Even the mistakes
Because you passed something on
You made an impact
My cousin you were
My family you will always be
I didn’t know you
We fought the last time I ever talked to you
Then you were gone
So young
So sudden
But I think of you and smile
Because you were a good person
You were someone to be missed
I’m just sorry
That I don’t really have memories to look back at
But I will always look back at you and smile
Because I did know you
We were family
My cousin
And the only memories I need is your face
Your smile
And I will always remember that
And you are missed
You were loved
YOU ARE LOVED
* RIP to my cousin that passed away 2 years ago. We miss you*


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Beautiful Lace

Eyes of piercing true,
ever so blue.

I hope you knew 
as you flew on the wings of grace,
your life was like beautiful lace.

In that lace 
was a place,
just for me.


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Dear Sister

Darlene my dear sister of mine,

as I was growing up, we had our

ups and downs, but we also had

a lot of fun and good times.

You were my only sister,

and my hero, I looked up to you.

Whenver I needed to ask you

a question a straight answer is

what I got back.  Teasing you as you

brought home a boyfriend, is what

little brothers are supposed to do.

Making you so mad, that you would

scream at the top of your lungs,

and chase me all over the house,

to try and kill me.


We had a deal, whenever we

bought 6 pack of Pepsi,

brother Darrell, you and me,

each got 2 bottles,

me being very greedy

would always steal one

or more of yours, it was

like that bottle of Pepsi

was a chunk of gold or

something, you would again

chase me all over the house to

try and kill me once more.

Our Sunday afternoon walks

uptown met so much to me,

that you will never know

how precious those times were,

now many miles separate us

my dear sister, but I am

still loving you and missing you

very much, but this poem is for you,

to let you know, how I really felt

about you and still do, those were

very special days of long ago.


Written 5-24-11


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Cloud Nine from a Mexican Child

Lazily spent afternoons on the pea green sofa
Watching TV novella’s with Nana
Eating searing salsa with tamales
And homemade tortillas with mantiquilla 
Dripping from the cylinder of cloud nine
Belly protruding from a too small shirt
The smell of Fantastica  on a newly mopped floor

Tata sitting in the chair by the patio
The screen door crazily hinged
Sombrero tilted over his face
To hide his laughing eyes
Crinkled with age and delight
Too worn for wear despite
His young heart 

Tias running about on Friday night
Eager to play
High heels clicking on the linoleum tiles
Long dark hair flowing from streamers of love
Trickling to curls on their way out
While the little ones sit
Admiring the beauty
Of the desire to be noticed
Perfume enticing the boys next door


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My Sister Gertrude

New Years began this year
Amid global poisoning

Gertrudes’s skirt began to burn
At the edges

Sirens blared, and some attempt
At presidential communication
Seemed comical

Leaping to my sister from being
Immolated....... prevented the President's
Message connecting

I may seem slow at this verse

                     The end trends to drift slow

                                                    The end trends

                                                                        To drift slow

11/08/11
 


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Temperament Difference

It came into my mind of long ago
How the clothesline held diapers in a row
When on those very cold days of winter
Those diapers dried on folding wooden dryer
Hanging over that ancient floor furnace
While children scattered toys skillfully
Experts were they at their fun time of play
Now there is no very ancient furnace
The children no longer play on the floor
They have gone their very separate ways
Different each in personality
Temperament difference now plainly seen


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Christmas Wish

Didn’t speak to a single family member today
Don’t know what I expected anyway
For as long as I can remember it’s been this way
But each year passes and for a miracle I pray

I watched in envy as my associates and friends
Discuss holiday preparations and weekend plans
They speak of all the holiday cheer
And all the family members they hold dear

All this talk of love and tradition
I find myself constantly wishing
For a family bond with no submissions 
And for love without conditions

As for my family I’m willing to bet
Each one is home alone or watching the TV set
Thinking of each other and feeling regret
Afraid to call for fear of becoming upset

Maybe I’m just feeling guilty
Wishing for something that will never be
At least not with my immediate family
So my wish tonight is for my babies

My Christmas wish is that our bond be strong
That they know I am here for them even when they are wrong
That they always feel in my heart they belong
And my love for them is forever strong

Lay


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LOST LOVE in Aussie slang

written 3rd Oct 2013



I was in love with the most lovable sheila
 but she did darn take off with me heeler

Overnight, she had packed their bags
 not just me dog, gone too with me scallywags

Left with just a simple note
 she had found a more loving bloke

Heartbroken to have lost them all
 I gave me mate Bluey a call

Together we drank more than just a slab
 ending up so hammered, he called us a cab

As the lonely days passed and tears filled me eyes
 by crikey it hit me, suddenly I came to realise

What a bloomin idiot, she deserved such love and respect
 every night boozin with me mates, my true love I did neglect

I'm gunna cut me drinkin and win her heart back
 fair dinkum fella's, you can flamin bet on that!


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Lasting Freedom

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of LASTIN FREEDOM you know what I mean.


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Dimmer and Dimmer

How absurd is the word .... death...., 
...Examine with caution, it takes all your breath
The depth of five letters, takes more than a glance

How one twist of fate could take you away
so swiftly, so certain,  one rise of the curtain, 
when never a reason to dwell there before...
to spell such a word....profanely absurb
How could the unthinkable, possibly happen?

You were here one day, then gone the next  
Not even a minute to pause or reflect
To say our goodbyes...those chances denied 
A single " I love you"...
one last time

Nothing can soften unbearable words
When grief is not real...just cruel and absurb
you can't drink it in...
Each stage is journey, a walk in the rain 
Turning a corner.......and starting again

But finally convinced, there is no denying
The days are confirming...although we would fight it
And life does go on, there are things we must do
And family to care for,.......a routine now to follow

Life swallowed me whole.......

And sooner or later those everyday things
Seem to deaden the pain....numbing the senses...with novacaine dreams
and the bitterness grays, and the years dwindle down 
Time chips away and the memories fade

Time,... in small portions,  chips away at the grief
But years, without mercy, is also a theif
My vision of you is harder to see, 
And try as I might,...it burns all the leaves
Your beautiful face, the fire of you,
Are flashes of amber.......there is only a hue
I can't view the picture as clearly I did
I can't turn it on like a light in my head
It burns, now so dimly...just a flicker, instead

Where once was the warmth of your arms, and your smile
Are whispers that come in the dark for awhile
I try to reach out, and touch them somehow
But they've burned into embers, I hardly recall

Like a photograph lost where it doesn't belong
Fading each day,  in the sun for too long
Fading and losing the bright flame I knew
I ponder the embers that have died in the flame
And I wonder......,will I know you if we meet once again?





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HER - for my sister Love

~HER~

Hope was crushed

by pregnant dreams

Her... faith forgotten

or so it seemed... 

~HER~

Struggles went unknown

Pain bred unseen

Her... heart beat alone

LOVEs hurt SCREAMS

~HER~

Gates of HEAVEN opened

ESSENCE flowed through

HER frail life now full

everlasting LOVE ensued

 
Lay

~ I wrote this for my sister Love who is a single mother. Her daughters names are Heaven and Essence. ~


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White dove, Cowbird, and the Crocodile

Long ago a cowbird was raised in a white doves beautiful nest.
But there became a time when together the chicks no longer fit.
The cowbird came to a choice to either come out on the branch…
Or he could simply kick someone out of his warm, homey nest.
Now, he knew, if someone was thrown out, they probably wouldn’t live.
Decisions, decisions: he knew his future would be changed by this.

Mama white dove sensing his problem, had a talk with her little chick.
You were put in my nest by God, but can still choose what you want to do.
“I can never be God’s messenger of peace”, cried the little cowbird.
“I’m not a true white Dove,” he cried… with tears streaming down his face.
Mama dove intently listened… as her wings wrapped him in her warmth… 
She said, “It’s your choice in what you do, that will make you who you are.”

See that crocodile below, sunning on the river bank below…
He lives alone because he destroys anyone and everything, that comes his way.
He’s mean, malicious, and hateful. He’s become what evil can truly be…
His heart, intentions, and choices sent him to live alone in a dark, muddy cave… 
It was him who left God on one fateful day… not the other way around.
By how he lived his life, his decisions, and his actions… he decided his own fate.

The cowbird now realized there was a choice to be made on what he wanted to do.
He decided he wanted to be a messenger of God in the beautiful, blue sky above… 
Than to live alone in a dark, muddy swamp cave, disgusting and evil to the bone.
So he moved out upon the branch… Then later helped the others slowly to the sky.
The moral here is easy… It’s not what you look like that makes you who you are.
A good heart is all it takes… to be a beautiful peace messenger of God.


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Battling Addiction

The white dragon hunts you.
With eyes of a predator, ever watching.
Waiting in the dark shadows to strike.

I have chased this dragon before.
For he has haunted me, as well.
Many a lifetime ago.
That you did not know.

There is terror in my heart.
I want to scream, run!
But you will not hear me,
Over the roar of his breath, 
or the promise of more.

Your choice binds you to the chase.
No spell I can cast will be enough to save you,
Beautiful boy.
I can only stand here,
 and watch, 
as this dragon looms 
over your poisoned mind, 
and weakened body.

You are running out of time.
The chaos is closing in.
Gripping you tighter every time.
I cannot stand to watch.

My heart dies a thousand deaths.
You must run.
Please, I beg of you, for all you are beautiful boy.
I don't want to watch you slip into the past,
As you fall prey to the dragon.
Run!!

GypsyofEssence


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Jerimiah

Jerimiah

When you were born the doctors said you did not have long.
But your loving heart proved them wrong.
Your determination and will touched everyone near.
God gave you your bright red hair and big blue eyes so dear.
He also gave you a heart of pure gold.
Made you the baby everyone wanted to hold.
You never meet a stranger and everyone was your friend.
You never gave up giving to others even if it meant you did without again.
Now you’re wearing those wings you always hid.
The ones you have had since you was just a kid.
Wear them with pride and that crooked grin.
Know we will all work hard to see you again.
With our thoughts of you and what you would have done.
We will make your loving heart carry on.
We will ask ourselves every day. What would Jay Jay, do or say.

  
writen for my sister who lost her son in june we will love and remeber him always 
          Jerimiah J. Ellingwood  Oct 24, 1981 to june 9, 2010


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MY GIRL

MY GIRL

Lazy summer days
Pigtails, French braids
Long silky hair blowing
In the wind
Days forever gone
Tears well up in my eyes
And I long once again
To hold her close
To see her smile
To hear her laughter
Tinkle like rain

Lord, shower down from heaven
Encouraging words of
Together we will be
In that glorious place
A world without pain
Hearts completely healed
Memories of yesterday
Live on today
Hope of a tomorrow
Full of promise

mja


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We who survived the Holocaust

We who survived the Holocaust 
My life was taken away from me.
I was an unknown Jewish prisoner.
The Germans sent me to a concentration camp.
We had no food, which lead to starvation.
I wish I had a different life
I had a golden crown that could lead me to sudden pain.
I had to march for hours and hours till I reached a point where I can feel pain 
beneath my feet.
I had to watch my Dad being wiped by German solders. 
I didn’t have any rights or freedom.
In this society it’s all about life or death.
I am a young boy named Elie who is determined to live a healthy life.
I come from a poor family.
I sleep in a small room crammed with innocent Jews.
I pray and pray that my destiny lies in gods hands hoping to live.
I deal with father and son relationships only.
I had to bury bodies including my Dads whose body I couldn’t save.
I had to watch people being tortured like my Dad.
I lived because I believed in God and God believed in me.
We survived the holocaust.

My life was changed forever.
I was a Danish woman who risked my life for a friend named Ellen.
I was sent for help.
I felt bad for Ellen to a point where I was so depressed all I could do is fall to the 
floor.

I had a life that I was willing to save which could lead me to sudden death.
I had to take care of my family everyday.
For days and days I had to lie to the German soldiers for my own sake.
I had a lot of freedom because the German’s didn’t care about Danish people.



I am a ten-year old girl named Annemarie.
I came from a wealthy family.
I sleep in a peaceful house with less, people and more space to move around.




I deal with problems that my friends and family faces. 
I had to be in dangerous situations that could nearly get me killed.
I had to watch the Nazi’s destroy houses that the Jew’s lived in. 



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hello I'm here

Hello I'm here 
less than 10 miles away
Your supposed too be my family 
but yet you won't give me the time of day
You pass by my house on the way to get gas or to the store 
but yet you won't take 5 minutes too come up and knock on my door

Hello I'm alive
You can pick up the phone and call 
I wait day and night but not one ring at all
Everyone changes their numbers but no one gives it to me
I'm guessing that is because it's how you all want it to be

Oh hi there I see all of everyones online post. 
I see one uncle now a grandfather of twins also, congrats about that
one cousin bragging about track, another being a sisterly brat
a aunt who is having troubles of her own and scraping just to get by
Everyone pushes me aside, black sheep I've always been not sure as of why

Hello family I thought I was supposed to have
You have all forgotten about me but I have not you
I have nothing to offer nor food hardly in my house 
but I will pray for each and every one of you and hope that you dreams come true


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HONEY, I AM HOME I SAY

‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’, I say.


As I am coming out of the stream
By the river side she is waiting 
When she offers me a towel to dry
She whispers this into my ear :
What a good looking man you are !

‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.


When the bully cross her path
And like lion I chase them away
On our way home hand in hand
She whispers this into my ear :
What a brave man you are !

 ‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’ , I say .


When she misplaces her trinket
And wrongly accuses me of doing so
After jointly search and find it in her pouch
She whispers this into my ear :
What a peacful man you are !

 ‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say .


At the guest house in the city
Where she has her birthday party
When I throw the key of my gift to her
She jumps at me and whispers in my ear :
What a kind man you are !

 ‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’ , I say .

When she returns weak from work
And I set the table before she asks
After her judgement to all I serve
She cuddles me and whispers in my ear :
What a caring man you are !

 ‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.

When we sleep and she throws her leg on me
And I quickly throw away pyjamas
So we begin to measure who is the taller
When breth comes down and she sees again
She whispers this into my ear :
What a loving man you are !

 ‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.


When our son returns from school
And says : mummy I need another shoe
And I go shopping and bring two anew
After he puts one on and smarter becomes
She jumps up and says this into the air :
What a good home I have !!!!!!!

‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say .



User’s name : Kayod5
Contest         : Honey, I am Home
Sponsor         : Dr. Ram Mehta
 


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what i miss about you

I miss the sound of dice on the table

When you could stand when you were able

When you used to make me smile

It was nice to show my teeth every one in a while


I miss when you used to nap at the table

When the TV guy would turn off the cable

I miss your stories about the your ships

Michelle and I would imagine going on a trip


I miss how you used to make me cry

Because of the fact That i was shy

Im telling you these words are true

But words could never tell how much

I MISS YOU


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My Thing

Writing is my thing. My drug of choice. My bling bling.
I fall in love with the similies and mentions of passion while wrapping my body in 
sentences.
Creating complicated rhythms and making them simples as instances
Every line a differenet emphasis
Commas, explinations and periods
Sometimes rhyming and sometimes not
Stopping to puff so my thoughts can lock
Feeding hungry souls starved from starvation
Creating new creations
Making people feel the sensation as I build up to mind elevation

The quest for knowledge is not a game
Spoken movements teach about the pain
I write to ease the pain
Rhythms run deep

Deep underneath clouded visions of unspoken truth lies a message
a message...a message that should be taught accurately to the youth
About the struggle of a people that was misued
abused, refused, confused, raped, beaten down
uneducated
portrayed as clowns, coons, niggers, fools
Modern day niggas and goons
Wake up!! Did you hear the news?
You are responsible for you!
Imagine how it would be tho
If we were uninterrupted and brought overseas yo
Uprooted from a line of royalty kings and queens
Africa unite is all we'd sing
Rhythms run deeper into the seams of my being

I write to ease the pain of the oppressed
I write to celebrate their success
I write to educate the rest
The message..The message..The message is very clear
No time time to waste
The time is NOW
It's here!


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Family Reunion

Family Reunion


There is going to be a family reunion
Unlike the family of mankind has ever seen before
In a thousand million life cycles

Earth people will shout for joy
At the site of their brothers and sisters
Who have been long separated from them

Who have traveled and transverse
The entire expanse of the universe
For this planned together

Unlike previous and alleged sitings
This time is for keeps
Like a family picnic eating fried chicken and Aunt Ethel’s potato salad
Swamping stories and sharing pictures

And yes for you tech heads
A sharing of earth scattering technologies

An advanced team has been living here
In your space and on your own terms
But have laid low and kept quiet

When they that have been foretold
And prophesied by all human cultures
Return like the Blue Kachina
They will come in peace
They will come to share their ability to make love and not war
They will come to re unite and re union as one
With you

And you will re member
That we are a family

There is going to be a family reunion
Unlike the family of mankind has ever seen before


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Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


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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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Power of praise I

Power of praise

When moved by God's spirit we all can rejoice

We can stand at attention with our voice alone
In days of disaster we can add a sense of laughter
Many get caught up with the great here & now
Yet pay no attention toward a great here after

Others alter their intellect only to achieve devastating disaster

The power of praise ensues riches untold

Within eqxuisite idol fancy having riches to unfold
A warm heart filled with truth to withstand a truest test in time
The power of praise will once again unite the forces sublime
Even if you go unrecognized now

Your name will be forever exalted some day!


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A NEIGHBORHOOD CHILD

One Christmas eve    my ceiling hung
With thready webs    a glow behind
Cast lace patterns on my bed

That Yule    eight reindeer ran the covers
Then through every midnight room
I cried to mother    father    brother

All of whom had shed    by dream
Their task of season’s rush and bother
Free    but lost to my entreat

“Can’t you see them paw    prance?
Oh    mother    how they rear and point
At Santa – that jolly     Christmas    ghost”

All filmy things    once designated
Then    not real    evaporated
And I sat straight up in bed

Rubbed the cobwebs from my eyes
Memory of tinsel    candy
Presents in my drowsy head

Awake to silence    angel hair
Little men in forest dress
Imaginary pixies on the stair

And then    remembering the tree
(all hazy else    it seems    had been a dream)
The tree that by our fireplace rose

In thought it glowed above the dreamy web
Those blue    green    red    silver lights    
Had formed quaint phantoms on my bed

I’m up    on tiptoe    and carefully
Am sneaking toward the living room
(Inky blackness    don’t you see)

Don’t you see the little man
Dressed in Santa suit   belt     and boots
Spreading presents neath the tree

Now truth be known    so sorry am I to say
‘Little boy blue’ is yet in bed
Those phantom figures swimming his head

And late that eve    ceiling bright
With visions of the coming day
The wisest Angel of the night

Makes visit    singing    of the play
A song of filial brotherhood
With child invests the neighborhood


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Missing You

Missing You
     by Amy Swanson


Sunny day...
     reminds me of the warmth
           in your smile

Today I saw
    a mom and daughter
          walking arm in arm

                        talking
                           laughing
                               shopping...

how I wished it could be us.

It seems so many little things...
         and some days, it is everything...
                              or even, just anything.....

reminds me of you.

I remember 
   your laugh...
        the sparkle of your dark brown eyes
             a merry mischief twinkled
                  from their depths

I remember
    how we talked
           of everything
                and nothing
                    at the same time;

no one else has ever understood me like you did.


All my bad...
    my faults and habits...
          rebellious teenage years...
                 you loved me still

like any good mother does.

       *and you were*

     Such a good mother.


Oh, how I wish that I could tell you
              one more time
   how much you've meant to me
                how much
                I love you.

My little girl was sick the other night...
         and as I bathed her with wet towels
              bringing down her fever,
                   checking on her through the night
                        medicines around the clock
                               constant hugs and gentle words -

I thought of you.

All the times
             you did the same for me...

All the times
             I never got to say

"thank you," Mom
       *so much*
              for helping me be   
                     who I am today.

And so I write
       thinking of you
           picturing so clearly in my mind

                                                              beautiful thoughts             
                                                              precious memories
                                                                          of
                                                                         you-

                                                        and hope somehow you know

                                         how very much

                                               you'll always mean to me;


                                          how very much

                                                                  I'm

                                                                            missing you.


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The Chicken Bank, Foiled

Dave...The armed robber
Bank robber
Back in sixty-three
Would leave me sleeping muvva
For much skullduggery

Raiding banks, petrol stations
And very auften...I swear
He even raided
The new joint 
Called............ Mothercare

And wake his giant angel
Who very loudly snored
With booties bonnets mittens 
And cardies, she adored

One day they got raided by many Old Bill
Dave got all panicked 
Bout the money he did steal

Muvva said dont worry' i know the perfect place'
(she pulled out the chicken roasting) 
A grin upon 'er face

She stuffed its hole with money 
Whilst Dave let in, The Bill
She stood there trying not to grin
As Dave looked slightly ill

They searched high and low 
Even toilet system
But never checked the fowl
Most glorious, which
Very smoothly glistened

They even praised Ma's roast
The aroma was devine
They said how they hoped
Theirs would be arf as fine

Off drove the coppers
Ma, Dave raced to the chicken
Pulled out all the dollar 
Whilst happily finger licking 


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my memory album

Last night I took apart the album I made for you
the one of our family before they left
before the sorrow clung to your every breath.

I separated each memory from their plastic sheath
and piled them in categories known and before me.
Military and quick I added the ones I found
from the folders covered in dust.

Each picture memorized to me
from the years of gazing and longing
for our life that couldn’t be.

I put them in one of my families new set.
To place on the book shelf to show them
the life they chose to forget

As I lay in bed last night they wafted through my eyes
like wraiths to drain my mind.
The tears never came, years have brought a drought
that leaves my husk parched as the shells
we found and used in the first album.

I lay beside my husband waiting for slumber
to erase the days I could not live
and the nights I dreamed about them.
I waited for the dust to creep and settle 
this grieving part of me to sleep

This morning the day is new and responsibility awaits.
Anxiety shadows my chest
Like the wraith of the past I try to forget.


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Real Work (The Brilliant Fool)

He
    was a piece
of  work,

His life a
    work of art

He was 
   a brilliant fool
        masquerading as genius

Or, perhaps,
   a stellar genius
just  acting 
     the fool

He wore his success
  like a stagnant, rotting albatross
          around his neck,

its stench his constant
   companion and 
splendid cologne

His Life Portrait was
   surreal,
            abstract, askew

Each and every
moment of his moments

    engorged with
             gleeful rage and
upcoming root-canal apprehension

 
He
   was a proverbial
                                mess

Who constantly,
         addictively,
         helplessly

sought the problem,
the flaw,
the not-quite-right –

even in Summer’s pale roses

He just
took for granted
that,

even in Heaven

there’s something
                                 terribly off,

The angels’ harps just
  a wee bit out of tune

Like I said,
this man
was a colossal mess –

                Picasso gone wrong


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Seized

New onset seizure,
Syncopal episode – hmmmm

Psychogenic origins?

Regardless of that
   I paid the price in full,
Although I’m grateful
      That bitten tongue
       And broken bone

Were not on sale today

Pain has painted my
         Body black
And stuffed my nerves
         With tar

I feel too thick in it
To move

Maybe tonight I’ll
Swim in dreams
Of darkest India inks


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Fond Memories

You and I by the Christmas Fire
Bing Crosby on the CD
I stare at your face
With a big smile across my face

The house is empty
There is no one home
So, we decorate the place.
Lighted candles in every space.

We put the presents where they belong
Waiting for the boys to get home.
So, they can help along.

When they arrive, what a surprise!
It is time to decorate the evergreen.
Colored lights, red and white
Ornaments last year seen

An angel on top, where she belongs
We gather around, sing some songs
The boys off to bed where 
Sweet dreams drift in their minds
Waiting for Santa to make that big climb!

“Fond Memories Contest”


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Five Letter Word

The chill outside the window swept the oatmeal room
where he took his comfort; a secondary womb
on days the sun refused to part the gloom
of ordinary lies.

The question wandered, clumsy, stumbling in his mind,
where the past took liberty, refusing to unwind.
Festered now, the fetid lines 
of ordinary lies.

~~~

Dying interrupted. A sound body
refusing to decay sufficiently
to enter the crypt.

Nothing matters, the daily crossword becomes
an endless solving. What is
a five letter word for

salvation? Preached as though it was believed,
available to all, free of charge, 
he would say to those

with ears, listening or not; but the specter 
of his heinous crime shattered
his chosen truth.

~~~  

Where in the dance does the music stop
for wounded children forever cursed
by the sins of a father?

Seventy times seven the prayer passed lips
quivering.  The godless sky with no light.
No stay of self execution.

~~~

On sunny days the old man still laughed,
less now though, and slurred.
The line of doubt

fastened by his clenched jaw
unwilling to surrender
to life, or death.

~~~

The bicycle pedals in rhythm the tune of
words falling on forever paper.
Blessed release.

The song of redemption. The older and the younger
suffer together, miles apart and wait
for a five letter word.
 



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Never ending Love

My daughter says I love you 30 times a day
it made me realize as long as she's alive I'm alive
unconditional love can be hard to find
but out the mouth of babes has never been mote truthful
those words changed my whole day
my very outlook on life and my luck
to be a father is truly a blessed thing
I only wish I had two more just like her.


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Into The Night's Dwelling

into the night's dwelling
things are they way they used to be
only more perfect, 
and even if I lean into the dark hall 
there are stars in my eyes, that keep alive the myth
and we are all there in black and white
tho' my mother's lips are glossy red,
her hair is beautifully coifed, just hours from the beauty shop
she is smiling, wearing an apron, cooking something grand
the table is set with flowers, a tidy house, sofa pillows neatly in their proper place  
my daddy sits on the floor with me, playing Chinese checkers, letting me win
and my brother is throwing a ball in the front yard with his friends
things are more perfect
than how they used to be
as the wind drones an old Cole Porter song
into the night's dwelling
where I keep the dream 
from dying



_______________________________
1/7/14
Inspired by Nette Onclaud's Contest:" Into Night's Dwelling"


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The Ex

Your words sear me like hot metal on my flesh
You brand me with your requests and empty promises
You just can’t or refuse to see
You can’t stomach looking in the mirror
For fear of what you just might find
To have to point the finger at yourself
To lay the blame on yourself
I try to tell you but it falls on deaf ears
The thought of putting your selfishness aside
At the sake of someone you say you love
You are blind to your self-centerness
For you are the sun and everything else are just planets
As long as you benefit in some form or fashion
To heck with anything else
You’re so quick to pass judgment 
So quick to point out past mistakes
Just to get the spotlight off of you
So you don’t have to see yourself for who you really are
This is nothing but a masquerade
And your bravado is so pitiful
You think you show courage, bravery, strength?
Your true colors are spite, deceit, bitterness
Your words are nothing but false hopes
Because your actions are what holds the real you
I don’t know what to believe anymore
You want to make this all about you, the “victim”
But you never once question, never once consider
How I came to this point, that it must be only me
God forbid you could’ve done something different
No you did everything you thought you could
So that you can sleep better at night
If someone has to be the bad guy
Rather it be me than you right?
So quick to throw up all my faults and failures
But too selfish to even entertain the idea
That maybe, just maybe this was you too
Nope, I am the way I am because of me
I am the one who chose to walk away
I am the one not thinking of everyone else
No for once I am thinking of me
And it kills you that I am not putting you first
That I am not taking care of you
That I am not taking care of everything
That you have to stand up for once
And do it all on your own
So it’s resentment you hold toward me
Because I am not there to make everything easy
That you actually have to try, to make an effort
For once I am not doing it all, putting in the most
How nice it is for you to have to figure it all out
To watch you fumble, like a lost and scared child
Because that is what you are, a child
You have caused this hollowness in my chest
You have turned me into the Tin Man
You have pushed me away, no one else to blame
After being took advantage of, used and abused
Someone can only handle it so long



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Shaking The Lily Pad

I have a big, old froggie that lives in my ornate lily pond, so refined.
And every time I have a guest, he Farts and spurts water from his behind.
My son has named him bubbles and tells everyone, how he is so fine...
Now, you must know he’s only five with potty humor on his mind…

It started as I included my son, while finding a fountain for my pond.
But he came home and told his dad, who now also had to come along. 
While I kept looking for a fountain, you know… with exquisite flair.
My son kept asking me for a special one, that farts water out his tail.

Now, as I watched my two beloved gentlemen, I knew something was afoot.
I found retreat a better thing, as I high tailed it away, with a serious hotfoot.
Sure enough, my birthday present turned out to be that froggie for my pond.
And I certainly couldn’t hurt my son’s feelings by saying no, to respond.

My hubby laughed as he pointed out a place, they had agreed it should go.
Yes, you guessed, it’s the first thing you see, that your eyes can bestow.
Perhaps my plight is really not so bad… or at least, my hubby now tells me so.
Even though the guests’ eyes grow big, and their walk becomes really slow.

As I see their looks, a better conversation piece could never have ever been.
As I gently explain my son’s love for me, is touching, don’t you think? Again.
Of course the little froggie keeps farting and wildly smiling, throughout it all.
But the smiles are never near as big, as my guests’ smiles… that suddenly grow…

As they become enchanted with the understanding of it all.


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RICH IS THE BLOOD

RICH IS THE BLOOD!
A witch has capabilities to get me if I am curse. God knows she can scare a stone in his or her godly works. However, the road I travel leaves her flabbergasted. Her spells and portion becomes acid. The water from the rain shrinks her head into a grue fuse. The eyes in the back of her head become a muddle puddle. Culmination tarns, when another Great Lake forms. A warlock is her next-to-kin, or might he be her husband? On the lagoon, sits a village of huts. The anger of passion can make all combustible. Meres form in the fire trucks. The hoses swarm around as a flood. Insurance rebuilds the village of huts into a majestic megalopolis. Aplomb all are in their Heliopolis. In a paroxysm, drives the Papadopoulos family. Making a wrong turn ended them at their home in Megalopolis. Not a difference was seen and they never return to their origin. They are fifth generation now with family throughout the universe. Their blood has made real children for all. Revelation of the witchcraft has evolve. The witches and warlocks of Megalopolis control and solve all created worlds. ________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 20, 2014!


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Writing the Poem

 Writing the Poem
by Ayesha Karim




I am alive.

I am breathing.

I thank God that I have the sweetest Life.

Blackberries surround me.

I talk on my new Blackberry mobile phone.

I call. I text friends and family.

I seek clarity.

I discover clairvoyance that began as Insight.




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passion and persuation

The Illuminating path's Serenade my Vision, The Blindening Rays of faithful horizon leap into me, Our Memories of togetherness clasp me to the loop of life, still I am lusting to cross-over and meet the Chaismatic-End!! After which,our souls will intertwine and remain in enlightened glory forever! Life had been an autumn full of blossoms, My love lay in my arms in unrequited glory, life was a maze of puzzled quotes, the dooming evil recruited you into its gloomy shadows, and i learn't my first chapter about death. DEATH is a slow poison gushing through time and seeping through seconds, Blistering a thousand souls, abandoning a many infants, sucking away the more needed ones, Thwarting pain and inflicting illicit wounds. BUT losing hope means losing "US" At a jerk,our infancy angel crosses over with warmth, And the hallucinating illuminating paths fade away!! And i realize my quest in this unfarthomable journey, TO LIVE,LOVE AND SUCCEED DEATH!!


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