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Daddy

Daddy

Daddy, why did you go away,
Don't you know I wanted you to stay!

Daddy, when you left mom,
Don't you know you left me too.
Now all I do is cry and cry
--- I want to die!

Daddy, mommy say's it's better this way,
What does she know!
There's not enough band-aids to cover up the blues
Mom's kisses can't heal this kind of pain.

Daddy, I look around 
No one stands in your garage
Daddy, You took every tool
Except the hammer and sitting stool
Daddy, I still miss you 
--- I love you. 

***
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Dear Daddy, I'm all grown up now
Haven't seen you since I was 10

Daddy, I sit on your favorite chair,
No longer do I miss the way you caressed my hair.
Daddy, I'm taking the old hammer and this BRAND NEW saw,
It's time to patch all the holes mom punched in the wall 
*The day you walked out on us*
Daddy, don't worry about the times I tripped and fell
Mom, found someone to fix  the loose boards,
Got tired of scraping my knees 

Daddy, I finally realized I'm okay,
I agree with mom, it's better this way.

by;pd


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Twilight Hands

She hummed the dawning of the day
while spry hands bounced babies
Wielded a spatula with expeditious 
movements flipping pancakes onto a plate
Folded napkins at place settings

She was in full swing at noonday
as brisk hands folded lunchmeat and bread 
into sandwiches     Smoothed the creases 
from pages of homework     Kept the iron 
moving in a pendulum motion over 
the mounds of spanking clean laundry

She talked with her hands 
gesturing wildly with excitement 
Administered slaps to unruly kids with her hands
She took all gossip with a grain of salt 
Tossed a pinch over her shoulder 
with a cupped hand    just in case

With reverent hands and nimble fingers 
she daily turned the pages of the good book
unerringly finding the appropriate Bible verse 
Now a smattering of age spots dusts her smiling 
frail countenance aglow through paper-thin skin
And mother folds her twilight hands


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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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I Recall The Wind

Particles of truth fall on me, like soup thick fog 
I recall the wind, and mama flogging the carpet with a Fuller Brush 
The smell of chloride in my nasal vestibule becomes an old sachet of memory 
As down the cobbled stone lanes I go, searching for a missing doll
Signor Antonio is wearing out the 48 brass buttons to his joyful squeeze box 
While my pointed chin nods at him, he spangles his best silver tooth 
SMILE **** 
Gone is the debris of the night before 
The empty liquored bottles filthy ashtrays and none belongs 
The little wadding pool is warm as tub 
As my little toe sinks it also slides towards the cool plastic 
A lonely pine cone dislodges from the tree, and falls at my feet 
Mama’s bakes caress the windows of our little kitchenette, 
I take my little pet home, and arrange it on papa’s white kerchief
Then, while Peesie sleeps in my middle drawer, 
I sit on the kitchen stool and devour her bakes, 
While Papa’s leaves go crunch, underneath his rusted rake. 


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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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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.


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Tree Of Life

You stood in lightning, fire and wind
Across the field, upon the hill.
You shaded Mom and Dad’s last kiss
Before he traveled off to war.
You sheltered hawks and nesting squirrels,
And Mom as she knelt down to pray.

You stood against a starry sky,
A sentry in the night,
Strength she needed when he died
And left her with a son.
You are a pillar in my thoughts
As years have flown away.

You cast a shadow in the morn,
A sheltered path to follow,
And for my wish to wander down.
Will you stand for my son to ponder
Strong and proud upon the hill,
Steadfast in his gaze too?






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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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SHE'S A MOM,SHE'S THE ONE

She's the one who carried you in thy womb.
Every day she counts until you grew.
A happiest moment she ever had,
Is when she first touched your little hands.

She's the one in charged to everything.
Twenty-four-seven,her duty never ends.
Do the house chores,nanny and cook.
Doesn't receive  salary for her hardwork.

She's the one who kept tears in the night.
Just to assure a family will keep in sight.
She endures all heaviness this life has bring.
To keep her children away from fears.

She's the one  gives unconditional love.
Forgive our sin, no matter how it hurts her heart.
She has a bag full of smiles.
A hug and kiss is all that she wants.

As she gets old, please love her back.
Repay her hardworks and multi tasks.
Take care the way she did for us.
We'll be a mom too,and do what she does.




~~ Dedicated to all Souper MOMs~~

**HAPPY Souper MOMS DAY!!!! **


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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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Mom

Mom,

I tried to call you last night.

I nearly had a heart attack, as I frantically searched every book in our 

house for a number with your name,

And it wasn’t until the sun slept and the moon awakened that I realized,

Heavens number isn’t in the yellow pages,

And your old cell number is disconnected too,

And no matter how many times I call the operator , 

She wont connect me to “My mommy.”

So I sat there..

Staring at the four walls that have transformed 

from my sanctuary to my hell

Listening to the old church songs that no longer lift my spirit

Because how can songs lift a spirit that is in pieces?

Mom,

Your scent is no longer in your clothes

And those pictures of you and I smiling 

as if there is no more happiness 

in the world to attain

Have faded

And every object that you once touched so freely,

Has been packed into boxes with no name,

The sound from the tape sealing them shut made me cry,

The movers came and no matter how much I pleaded and begged,

They still would not resist in taking all I had left of you away

So mom,

I grabbed my jacket.

Running fast as I could and ignoring the pain that my deep breaths 

caused.

Ignoring the stares of school aged children sitting with their mothers

and fathers,

I ran faster than I ever have.

Because mom ,

They are taking all that’s left of you in small brown boxes to the ends of

the earth

And so to the ends of the earth I will travel to be with you,

Mom.


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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





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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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My Soldier

My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her
 
Nothing can replace the person that created you
someone there to help you no matter what you're going through
 
Someone who formed the person you became
someone who has sheltered you through waves and waves of rain
 
I can't say it enough, I love you with my whole heart
you're there to put me back together every time I fall apart
 
My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her
 
Mama I hope I forever make you proud
but you know I'll always test your patience as much as I'm allowed
 
I know that you've forgiven all the stupid **** I've done
and you've dealt with so much stress to ensure my childhood was fun
 
I'm forever grateful for everything you've sacrificed for me
I hope I am that apple that didn't all far from the tree
 
My mama, ya dove you
put no one above you
life might push and shove you
but I'll always love you
 
My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her


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i wont tell mom

i wont tell mom you snuck out last night 
since you're in such a fright 
still a little un polite because you got in a fight 
i didn't tell you to sneak out last night 
but hey you better come at me correct 
i aint just someone that you just got in a rumble tumble with 
just because you want to run off at the lip
mama told bout that 
but oh yeah 
you dont care
sometimes i think to put you in a scare
you wont win 
i guarantee that 
because you just scratch like a cat 
the scar will soon go away 
but the words that i display 
there guaranteed to stay
i wont tell mom you snuck out last night 
i dont have to 
because if you were really bright 
you would of turned on the light 
but instead you decided to go to bed ,but then i wanted to talk
yes this women with the black gown on 
if only you knew who this was oh i guarantee 
there would be a frown 
on you of course 
not me i just lay back and enjoy my mysterious company
with your uncertainty 
i wonder if your even in a scare
do you know 
or care
mabe ill turn the light on now 
let up your worry i say when i see you try to jump from the covers so quick
dashing for the window
i guess you really didnt think this one out huh 
you put a smile on mammas face 
make me chuckle a little 
mom, you scream 
yes, yes its me 
enjoying my own company


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Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

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






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A Mother's Quote

Mother's are most special
Their Tender Touch
And Loving Care
Is more than a Father
Could even Bare
Their Magical Boo-Boo Kisses
And Bright Sunshine Smiles
Takes every bit of Heartbreak away
Even across the Miles


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My Mommy

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


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My name is Catastrophe

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Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.


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Midnight Lullaby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Although,
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...


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over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


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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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A tall tragic tale-w

On the day before Christmas 1997 I was in a supermarket
Saw many people,I thought it’ll take long time to buy gifts
Christmas  getting more and more annoying every year,
Cursed and wondered if kids really play with  costly toys.

Noticed a small boy pressing doll against chest, touching hair
Looking sad,asking granny if she has enough to buy the doll
She asked to wait, looked around, left the boy with the doll
I walked to him, and asked who he wanted to give the doll to.

He said “The doll my sister wanted the most this Christmas”
I replied,”Don't worry, Santa would bring it to her after all.
The boy said,” I don’t think Santa can give where she is now
My mom will carry it as she's about to go to see God soon 

I told Dad,tell mom not to go, wait my return from the market
I reached my pocket,had enough for the doll and some spare
The granny came, I left market finishing shopping differently.
On my way home, I  couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then,remembered having read the news of a drunk truck driver
Hitting a car in which there was a young lady and a little girl 
The little girl died right away and the young lady was in coma.
Next day,read the news that the young lady has passed away.

Bought roses, went to the mortuary where dead body exposed
Saw her in coffin,the photo of the boy and the doll on her chest.

                                 ************
**Unfortunately it is a true story except my going to the mortuary
though I wanted it much but could not as I was a foreigner in 
those days. My only pasttime was to visit Malls and reading newspapers. 

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

Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh place win in
Contest: My "Saddest" Christmas Ever sponsored by Constance la France


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Sweet child of mine

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

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

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

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

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


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The Last Thing I Remember

“Anna, put on the shoes your dad gave you.” I obeyed.
He had given them to me for my birthday before he
Was taken away.  I haven’t seen him since that day.
But, mom tells us that we’ll see him again someday.

Melancholy had masked my mom’s face all morning.
My brother and sister sat on their bunks with sorrow.
It began to run and grow down their pale pastel cheeks 
As mom somberly told them…

“Your sister and I are going away, promise me you’ll
brush your teeth and always pray.  Peter, you take care 
of your sister, you’re the man of the house now.  It’s not 
that bad, oh my beautiful babies—don’t be sad. I love you!”

“Let’s go!” as the guard pushed me and my mom.  She picked 
me up and placed me in her arms then harmoniously 
hummed my favorite bedtime song.  Then, we walked into a chamber.
She said “Close your eyes” and that’s the last thing I remember.  


Submitted for Abe’s “Leather Voices” contest


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the story of my life

When i was about 5 i was put in to a SRS. I was there tell i was 7 and when i got out i move to my grandma and grandpa. When i was 9 my older brother started to beet me up every day and all day long and then when the beating he was giving me stop working he started doing other thing to me. When i was 12 i losted my grandma and then my grandpa didn't want nothing to do with use and still don't. i took my brother *****tell i was 15 then started to beat on him. My brother put me in jail for a few year because if the *****he made me do now i am 21 and have losted and got back the girl that i love and care about her name is Holli Sczenski. Her family don't want use together so they are making her choose between them or me she dues not want to have to choose between use she loves use both and i know it and her family know it but there still doing it. On top of all that my own family is going throw somethings as while my mom is not doing vary good and we may or may not lost her in the next few years.


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My Darling Girl, My Black-Eyed Susan

My Darling Girl, 

your big dark eyes  met mine

against your pale skin and yellow hair

this name sang in my heart, Susan,

my Black-Eyed Susan.

A wild flower you’ll be, you’ll be a

kind friend,

loving wife,

strong mother,

sweet grandmother

and always you’ll be

my darling girl, my Black-Eyed Susan


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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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For you Mom

Just when things are about to turn ugly
Just when things are about to go wrong
You make things right, oh Mom
You protect your loving son.
Just when I am about to cry,
Just when I am about to lie,
Your love gives me a reason to fight,
You make me stand upright.
You have been my guiding light,
My savior during those devastating storms,
You have kept my raft from sinking Oh Mom,
You have been my urge to smile when things went wrong.
Sometimes things go bad,
I fight with you and make you sad,
I made you cry so many endless times,
But still you have selfless love for your child.
Oh Mom, will you forgive me for the mistakes I make?
Will your love for me always be the same?
You know I am the most stupid boy in this world.
Your only stupid child. 
So many I times I wanted to say,
Hold you tight and never let you go away,
So many times I wanted to confess,
You are my God during my distress.
So many times I cried,
Thinking about the days I shouted at you and went by,
So many times I felt in my heart,
You are my truest love,
My only love for life.


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Dear Mother

Dear Mother,
Thank you for the love you share,
The advice you give,
The way you care.
Thank you for the strict rules,
The constant no’s 
Pointing out the surrounding fools.
I know I don’t always show it,
So you may not think it’s true,
But no matter what happens,
I will always love you.


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My Gift

It turns out, I'm still a little kid.
The little kid who cries.
The little kid who's afraid.
The little kid who clings on to mom.
The little kid who falls every time he runs.
The little kid who gets bruises, wounds, scars--- patching band aids over it.

Now I understand.
I understand why She would leave me, while dropping my siblings off to school
She didn't have enough.
She would come back and bring Champorado. Spaghetti when she has enough.
She would help me dress for school: putting socks over my feet, fix my imperfect uniform, give me kisses for luck.
At times, I would cry when she drops me off.
At times, I would cry with them, every time their parents drop them off.
Most of the time, I would be very happy to see her there, standing, waiting for me.
She would carry me when I didn't have the energy.
She would carry me whenever I'm sick.
She would carry me to show affection.

She didn't have enough.
She works hard every day.
She works hard to keep the house clean.
She works hard to keep the fridge full.
She prays hard to survive.
She prays hard for guidance.
She prays hard for strength.
She raised us with her own bare hands.
She was our father.
She is my Mom.


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BLIND LOVE

BLIND LOVE

“Six to ten inches”
That’s what the weatherman says
Snow-blower is broke
I with a very bad back
And my kid will have a fit

Asking him to work
Do his share around the house
Seems too much for him
Here he comes with a buddy
Says they’re going out of town

Just for the weekend
I say  “Like hell you’re leaving!
Get out the shovel!”
He says  “Oh, dad    my shoulder
I think it it’s a rotor cuff

Hurt it playing ball
Look!    It’s late    we have to go.”
“To play ball?” I ask
“Yes.    I dribble left handed”
“Do you want mom to shovel?”

Then he sighs    “Well    no”
“Well then    get out the shovel!”
You’d think I shot him
He makes this terrible face
Grabs his shoulder    what a fake

But then     this sick smile
He’s looking out the window
Watching the snow fly
It’s poor old mom    bless her
Shoveling    heart full of love

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

Not much of a poem - apologies.
It's kind of a Tanka form I guess
I couldn't resist. The situation will fit so many, many households.


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The Coming Storm

Standing outside, I could sense it coming 
like before. The air thick, still, birds 
stopped singing. The sky, a jaundiced 
yellow, a sickly color about to run its 
course. Always wondering "will this be the 
funnel cloud that takes everything away?"

Frantically, I've tried to fill a tiny bucket list 
I made just for her:

Picnics to remember
Special photos framed
Comfort meals from her past
Sounds of her great grandchildren 
squeeling at their birthday parties
I love you's more frequent than before

The last storm, the third we've faced,
had outcomes we were familiar with-

Tree limbs down
Electric lines dangling
Power out

But we were lucky, neighbors helped with 
clean-up, power was restored, we could 
get around, just a little slower.

Now I feel it coming again, that same 
sickly yellow. I busy myself with 
household distractions-

Move the pictures on the wall
Write this poem
Shuffle my mementos

Something catches my ear-
A few heavy raindrops

Begin
To
Fall


02/09/14
© All Rights Reserved



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Remembering Mom

Mom
is one who first 
understood the reason of your cry

Mom 
is one who first
knew how to calm you after cry

Mom
now that you are no more
I have stopped crying

Tears 
other construe as weakness
I have stopped correcting them

Tears
now I direct inwards
as in soul you reside

Mom
you still calm me 
when drop touches you inside

Mom
with you in me
how can I ever be weak?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(c) Hitendra 
The Chosen one


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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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Cuddle Babies Replay Memory

I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.

I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.

So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies

Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?

But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over

To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine

Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.


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* denial is so easy

Mom, there is something I have to 
tell you about dad, he comes in to my 
room at night, we play this game'
it's just between 'us' he said then he 
leaves and goes to bed.

I know you won't believe me but 
it's true, please don't be mad at me,'
the girl said.
'You are a 'liar' her mom screamed now
get out of my face and get to bed.

Late, that night on the nightly news they
reported about 'a little girl who had been
killed from being beaten black and blue
by her parents, the girls mom was 'apalled'.

Her mom said 'how could any parent do that
to their own kid'!?
The girl sat confused, she had just told mom
about what her dad did and her mom called
her a 'liar' it's just 'denial is so easy'.


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mum

to cherish
one moment
is to hold 
something
so dear

in your heart
a golden treasure
like in life
it lives with you

the angel
 whom i cherish
is my mother
who in every day 
she believes 
in me

no matter,
what wrongs i do
this angel 
lives with me
all of my life
in the heart
my mother


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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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Ma You're Driving Me Nuts

Spun web way up high, too far to reach from the floor-
Slightly bent forward, working with gloves and a broom,
Swinging away, causing the ladder to wobble even more,
She let out a scream when the spider crawled onto her broom.

I softened her fall, when she tumbled down, landing right on top of me.
"Ma you're driving me nuts, you're not that young anymore."
I was mad as hell, but we started to laugh as we lay there on the floor.
What can you do with an old stubborn woman like ma?



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Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street
Disappear!

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!


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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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The Neighbor Kids

I got a call one day,
it would be my first babysitting job,
so I was excited and nervous.
I got there 'round five;
the mom was friendly, 
I loved her smile,
she'd be back by eleven, she said,
and I waved to her when she left.
The little girl, Marly's her name,
a sweeter cherub one could ne'er find,
I coloured Cinderella and Care Bears for an hour,
then made paper airplanes that went every which way.
I made them chicken,
they said they hated pepper on it,
so I put it away and never saw it again.
They ate for an hour, it was relatively quiet,
and afterward it was time to wake up the baby.
At first I was unsure,
babies are a little tough,
but we didn't turn on the light.
Marly came with me, she told me what to do.
We sang "You are my Sunshine",
and the little one, Lucas,
said to play trains.
We played trains,
and built long winding tracks,
driving Thomas the Train around and around again.
Then it was Cartoon Time.
After three episodes of Spongebob, it was Bed Time.
A change of diapers was next, another new adventure,
and the two elder ones went to bed.
I stayed up with baby,
and he was as quiet as can be.
I nearly jumped when the door opened,
but is was just mom coming home. It all was good,
I told her,
the kids were asleep,
(one in Mommy's bed!)
and the baby was ready to go snuggle up in his crib.
I bid her goodnight and stepped into the dark,
thinking of the fun time I had,
and slipping in the fresh mud on my shortcut back home,
still smiling.


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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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SUPER MOM

SUPER MOM

Every body has heard of wonder women,
This fearless lady who guards America,
Riding around in her invisible jet, with
A rope of truth tied around her waste. 
Where ever evil intentions may rear it's 
Ugly head and danger may strike, 
Head on she'll face these challenges,
On our behalf and come out as the 
Winner no matter what.
Now fiction is fun, imagination wow,
But in my book super mom has wonder
Woman licked hands down.
She needs no fancy outfit, comfort jeans
Will do, and stained ripped up T-shirt,
She cares not what she looks like, 
As long as the duty roster calls, super mom
Will tackle the job, without hesitation.
What are her super powers, you may ask,
Able to leap the diaper pail in a single bound,
Dodging flying toys faster than the speeds of sound.
She has no rope of truth, but a handy dandy plunger,
Just encase an over flow happens, believe me
No floods ichy water will ever touch her domestic
Floors.
Hugs and kisses medicine, are her greatest 
Healing powers, wiping away sorrows tears
With just a single glance, and soft words of
Praises reassurance.
The invisible jet, forget that moms suv of
Wonders is just fine with me, it's her four
Tire alter-rain vehicle, come what may
It gets us through the toughest of seasons,
Rain, snow, heat or the last minute emergency.
I could never repay what this wonderful
Person has done to contribute into making me 
What I am today.
But super mom, will always be the greatest, of all super 
Hero's to me.

08-04-2014


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Raindrops and Rainbows

depression squeezed like a boa constrictor taking most of the joy from her life struggling through the Great Depression she dropped out of high school, went to work an “A” student, she did what had to be done although she shed tears nearly every day her children still made her smile Mom lived vicariously through us celebrating each victory of her three children never missing a chance to congratulate us life with Mom could be hard some days she didn’t get out of bed we, her children, cooked and cleaned the family joker, I sometimes brought a laugh cherished were those rare moments one thing she had always requested – that we kiss her at her wake just thinking of this made me sad but I gave her that last kiss on skin so cold, hard each time a raindrop comes my way I remember the tears Mom shed but when a rainbow paints the sky it is her love that I remember and wish I could kiss the sky
*Entry for PD’s Early Mother’s Day contest


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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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Topsy Turvy

TOPSY TURVY

I am an orphan to my mother’s life.
See I did not know she was not inside.
She raised me as a child and who I saw made her image live.
I now find that an inner being fulfilled her and that was her inner core.

I am fostered by the need to grow into a hero.
I knew if I did well, my mother would also.
Not ever did I foresee the strife that was there and plus, I thought it was not real.
The struggle she was in came from a greater existence.

So Real
Life is.
Even when you see your world to be topsy-turvy

To fester negative thoughts is to find self-lost.
No one is there when going get tough and therefore, you may get in trouble.
Up against the wall, you swing out, only to find an empty space and a frustrated stance.
You know you are a woman then and not a man.

Why, you ask self.
However, no answer is given.
Your ticket was bought and what you thought was a way out of poverty.
Nevertheless, you looked and what you found was an index, your card of life and a projection to a lifestyle.

Yes, it is real.
Life is.
Believe in self and live.

Mustering the strength, I found myself suspended in time.
Is it evident I have been here?
What I did not know is that there were many worlds and I was the little girl lost in them.

You know I will grow.
You know I will be my own hero.
If this is not for sure, then I will be numeral Uno. 
I am the only one to be noble.

Real
Life is.


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MY invisible necklace

since eight long years I sense  her closeness 
her moving presence has revealed 
eternal affectionate fondness safely sealed

I wear my invisible necklace
with passion and melancholy 
a lot of gratitude and utmost dignity

the times string the beads and the jewels
precious and tangible objects
heartwarming comfort with such intimate effects

© Ellie Daphne


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Just One More Time ....Part 2

I pulled the handle,  Just playing for fun, 
But soon became fixated on the excitement it brung
Little did I know, It was the beginning of the end
My addictive passion was playing to win
The flashing lights and arousing sounds
Winning or losing I was completely bound
Amongst myself and the other strays
Just one more time became a common phrase
My wallet grew empty, My bank account cleaned
Temptation had taken it's toll on me
I was Late for work, And some days I called off
I had written bad checks, Just to cover up my loss
No money for the rent, bills or for food
Everything was gone, Gone far too soon
I some how found the strength to get up and leave
But not before I had lost, Lost everything
Now I am left with a half empty tank, No food at home
And no money in the bank
Driving down the freeway, With many thoughts in mind
What kind of person would do this, What kind of person am I
Tears are streaming down my face, Why do I keep making the same mistake
One day my Mom discovered what I'd been hiding inside
When it came time to buy groceries and my pocketbook was dry
I cried my heart out and pleaded for help
She gave me her love, warmth and support
We worked through the motions, I cried so many tears
Because every time I turned around, The urges reappeared
I was so weak, So she offered her strength
She became the payee, Of the bills and the rent
I gave over my money, Each paycheck I earned
And chucked it all up to a hard lesson learned
It's been a few years, Since I've lived in that life
I'm thankful to God, For a Mother so wise
So loving and gentle, Strong and so true
She's part of the reason, I started OVER brand new
The other reason I chose for turning over a new leaf
I realized nothing was more important, Than my daughter who needed me 






It took my Mom giving me so much inspiration and support-Loving me and guiding me, showing
me what I was doing, and me feeling the aftermath of needing necessities and my daughter
wanting me to take her places and buy her things and I was broke because I had gambled it
all away- Harsh reality- I couldn't bare to see the disappointment in her eyes once
more-she is my whole world, I wanted to do so much for her.I couldn't when I was weak-but
little by little I found strength..I realized my worth-We all make mistakes but I have
learned from mine. It wasn't easy but besides my daughter and my mom-The most amazing
support I have is My Lord Jesus Christ- I am stronger now more than I ever was-Now my
daughter is spoiled!


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Aberrant Waffle

In a moment my Mom just came
She said when we welcomed by the death
Maybe the soul would be shifted to other planet
Possibly moon is the waiting room

She said people could float in the outer space
Similar thing that spirits do
Maybe we granted a pair of wings
When we flee to the planet unseen

I said
Maybe other world just like Bermuda
When we blink, abandon the world
We just begin in other swirl

Possibly Mars would be an option

Digress thoughts but colored my day
Silly talked but tickled my brain
She inspires the time of spare 
Dearest Mom I thanked you for share



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Reborn


In the womb God creates all
we where surrounded by walls in the dark
the voice of the mom and dad
is taken notice of in this time
when placing a light
on the outside wall creates a response to get excited
trying to get to where the light source is coming from
when the child is born 
to see the reaction of the newborn 
to pick out their mom or dad 
by their voice in a crowd is amazing
seeing the world for the first time
the love and peace that can be seen in the eyes is astonishing
From then we shall grow observing as time passes
In my case my lack of knowledge was slowly 
building walls around me to trap me in the dark
trying to trick me into thinking this world was it
taking away the love and peace that once was seen in my eyes
creating the lining of walls with lies and deception
through all this I heard my Lord speaking to me
breaking through the walls giving light to lead me out
I shall recognize the call of the Lord
Once listening to the Lord all started to become clear
teaching me to separate and lose fear
like being born again 
seeing the world for the first time
hearing the Lords voice like never before
busting through the walls
seeing the full light, engulfing it all in
trying to figure out how I never saw this taking place
The Lord is the way to lead you home
to break down those walls to set you free
so you can not be surrounded and trapped by walls again
for one shall see the walls coming at them and knock them down
by the power of the blood
Now with the Lord their to guide
bringing back the love and peace felt within
and a new vision to illuminate the truth



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Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


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Dear God

Dear God,
I ask for forgiveness before going to bed
I pray for some peace, please replace this heartache instead
I pray for my Mom and me to get along
I pray for my son to be happy and strong

Dear Holly,

You asked and are forgiven
You have been given peace for your heartache that stretches the day
You will find strength in your mother for that is her way
You will see your son amidst friends with me watching at bay

Dear God

I ask for forgiveness before going to bed
Thank you for my peace it feels good this way
Thank you for my mom she will not lead me astray
Thank you for my son, I know with your guidance he is going to be okay

And, tell Jesus thank you for dying for my sins
I know when I get to Heaven; I will see family and friends.

© 4/13/2013 Holly P. Moore


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MOM

The Mother others wished they had
The sister that everyone would want
The friend everyone deserves
The strength that every little lad and lady needs
The perseverance and the will for us kids to proceed
The smile that warms every heart
The love that never tear apart
The courage, the wisdom “Our Mother Theresa”
Her covenant victory in battle, praise ye Yah!
Imperial, Majestic, Royal, Ancient of time
Yahweh’s blessings well into her prime…

©Copyright December 31, 2010 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved



“Dedicated to my Mom Theresa Pierre”


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Thanks For Calling Me Mom

I saw her sitting alone at the table
Forlorn, and not expecting any company
Up to her I quickly walked and greeted her
With a gentle hug and tender kiss on the cheek
Momentarily her eyes lit up with fleeting recognition

Then just like that,she turned away
Recognition gone again but I refused to
Give up and so I took her gnarled hand in mine
Kissed it softly,leaned in closely and said"Hi Mom"
For a moment tears welled up in her eyes and she thanked me

"For what?" I asked and she said quietly
"Thanks for calling me Mom" and I said"Well
You are my mom and always will be"and she smiled
At me but then once more turned her head away from me
So I began to sing along to the Christmas music they were playing

I was hoping she would join in but
She merely sneaked sideways peeks at me
Trying with all her might to figure out just who I was
My heart was breaking inside of me but I didn't let her know
At eighty eight I figured she had earned the right of memory loss

Forget all the bad years she had spent
Defending and fending off an alcoholic husband
Protecting her adopted children she loved,from abuse
Pretending to everyone things were fine in our troubled home
As I watched her lovely,dear,wrinkled face,I recalled another time

I was in a class play and she attended alone
My father too drunk to come and watch me perform
As I came off stage there she was,so proud of me I knew
I said"Thanks Mom for coming to watch me in my acting debut"
She told me I'd done a good job and that she was glad to call me daughter

Beaming she said "And thanks for calling me Mom"
"You will always be my mom"I said and then we hugged
Now this was one memory I wished with all my soul that she still had
But I knew that ship had sailed and so I rose to leave and said"Bye Mom"
She looked me over then again said "Thanks for calling me Mom"as my heart did a flip







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THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU

Mother a best give to me,
You are my best friend,
You are my icon,
You are my sister,
You are my model,
You are my mentor and my adviser.

We're unlucky without you,
We're incomplete without you,
We're not here without you,
You are a life for us that given from above.

Thank you for the happiness,
Thank you for your help,
Thank you for your trust,
Thank you for your care,
Thank you for your love,
Thank you for treasure us,
Thank you for all the things that you made for us.

I love you, it means I need you,
I love you, it means I care you,
I love you, it means I trust you,
I love you, it means I treasure you,
I love you 'cause you are my mom.


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Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


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March 19

Mama….it’s today
The chalendar shouts it
Today
13 years ago..you breathed your last
And I still see you in dreams
And I still miss you, Mama

I’m sitting here
In front of the screen 
Wondering….what it would be like
To see your smile again
Wondering if you’d be proud of my work
I write, Mama
I write poetry
But you knew that,
You didn't know how many people 
Have read my work and like it!
You always believed in me
And you knew that one day
I’d make it as a writer
And you made me promise
To always sign my maiden name
After everything I write
I do, Mama
It’s there
After every poem I write

I’m crying, Mama
I’m crying
I miss you so much
You made me who I am
I’m just another reflection of the 
Woman
In love with words
In love with life
In love with people
The teacher
The well respected Bible scholar
The one with a caring heart whom
Everyone adored...

And then MS had to come along
And ruin everything
And change our happy dreams
Into nightmares of losing you
Blood
Stiches
Broken bones
Burns
I saw it all, Mama
As I was growing up…
I saw it all
And I died a million deaths
Waiting for the time that you would go
And you left, Mama
You left me

You prayed to go
To be free from your wheelchair
He heard…
He answered…
And you are asleep in Him now
Waiting for the trumpet call
When you will be awaked from your slumber
Free….
Your smile no longer crooked
Your body no longer bent
Your voice beautiful again...
How you mourned the loss of your voice, Mama
You will sing again…
You will run and dance
And pick flowers
And I will be there, Mama
When you awake up..
I will be there to hold you and kiss you
And thank you for giving me life
And making me who I am
But for now…Mama,
I need to cry
I miss you…

March 19 is always a reminder
Of what I’ve missed all these years
A mother beside me
To guide me and love me
And to tell me that everything 
Everything is going to be Ok in the end
But I carry you in my heart
Now and forever…
You are with me, Mama
I love you!
I'll see you on the other side!
Where there will be no more death
No more crying or sickness or pain
No more MS!
Only joy...
March 19 will be no more
Only eternity!!!!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Isaiah 57: 1 & 2- The righteous perish,
    and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
    and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
    to be spared from evil.
2 Those who walk uprightly
    enter into peace;
    they find rest as they lie in death.


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BUT TEARS ONLY FOR MY GRAND MA

BUT TEARS ONLY FOR MY GRAND MA

I was born the day and date I cannot remember like many;

I was leisurely growing watching my little sisters
scratching heads, wiping tears of poverty!
Coconut oil was scarce; brother’s knickers were sparse
My mother too bore silently the smoke in her eyes twice daily,
In front of the husk stove daily;

with her mother (our lovely grandma) together,
Worship their family Doctor Baba Goush Baba
For the cure of my mother’s Leucoderma;
well over 3 yrs; walking well over 3 km
Day after Day;
Faith finally paid; curse finally parted

A walk together with mother and mother with affection
Sharing poverty and poverty in succession
Crying sobriety in progression;
Hapless future with six kids on hand;
Her mom on back; her hubby in barrack

Finally
A life is lead
Up to this Summit of opulence
With my Mom and Dad happily

But Tears
only for my Grand Maa!



© Krishna Baalu2010

krishna Baalu


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I Can't Believe You!

I can't believe you would hurt me this much, i still want to be with you, no matter what 
anyoe says, i can't get over you, and i don't want to.  even though you said some awful 
things about me.  which really hurt/hurts.  i never thought we would end we had three 
wonderful years together and i cherished every moment i had with you.  now you have 
someone new and she's younger than me and you.  you said i shouldn't drop out, that you 
wouldn't date me if i did, you said that you would help me through everything, you said you 
loved me!  i stayed in school for you and noone else!  i fought for you, i got into fights with 
my mom for you.  you were my first at everything we did.  i still love you, and always will.  
my mom says i should move on. but she is wrong!  me and you were meant to be, forever 
and always.  (you said)!


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I wanted you to leave now your never coming back

        Before I was born you said I wasnt yours and burned down our house
                     and when I was born one glance changed your mind
                             cause I looked so much like you
When I was a baby you wrote me letters from a strange place  with the name I 
wasnt named  even though you wanted me to
I remember waiting at the window for you never to come
and when ide call you'd say you were sick again
I remember when you were sick I visited you in a new place
and you made me a bracelet out of some sort of craft material
it fell apart shortly after I left even though you fixed it 3 times already
when I was there you told me you were sick but slowly getting better and that 
you loved me
I remember when your cat attacked me 
and you didnt believe me 
I remember thinking  mom knows im not a lair why dont you
when I use to visit you you never knew what to cook me or buy me to wear
so I lived off of cheddar cheese and cereal and candy and ide wear this hidious 
purple outfit with snowflakes that I hated
I couldnt wait till I grew outa it which took awhile cause you bought it to big
When I was 13 I was hospitalized and you would visit me 
and you and mom got back together and you moved back in
you moved from a weird house with other men 
who were all twitchy and some of them were dying
you started drinking more and more
and began to be more and more physically abusive 
I hated you I wanted you gone
and when I called the cops on you they looked at me like I was crazy
and in turn I was placed on pins and labeled a problom child
and when we went to meet with my po you cried big crocidile tears when the 
scary man said things you didnt want to hear
so while we were gone you packed up and left
and I was happy
but I hated you for years after
when I was 17 we were shortly back in touch
But I still wasnt ready to stop hating you yet
when I was 18 I found out you were in the hospital dying of cancer
so I went to see you hooked up to every machine and more
I told you I forgive you that its ok 
they told me you couldnt hear me that you were in a coma
I went to visit you when you were outa the hospital
I reminded you that I forgive that  its ok and you said no its not
on october 13th 09 you died
an I never stopped crying
so much was unsaid
I couldnt handle it
so I tryed to kill my self cause  I needed to talk to you again evn if it meant 
leaving everything behind
I wanted you to leave now your never coming back


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christmas tree

 The lad listened to his mom intently
as the story was being told
It was the story of Santa Claus
on which he was completely sold

She told how he lived in the North pole
And all the reindeer he controlled
including Rudolph,  with  the shiny nose
who guides Santa through the fog and snow
And how he brings  the children gifts
As he rides  his sleigh so swift

So the little boy wrote a letter 
and asked his mom to post it
It  was for Santa Claus,   he had to admit
having sent in his request, he felt much better

Then early on Christmas morning
the boy was filled with glee
Santa had delivered the toy he asked for
And left it under the Christmas tree!







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Schoolyard Bragging Rights

Oh ya ,well my mom makes better apple pie
Really,well my mom makes brownies 
With peacans and chocolate icing
Thats nothing, my mom sewed me this new sweater from scratch
Well my Dad can fix my bike anytime it breaks,
My Dad sells bikes and got mine for free
A hush,
My Dad left when i was 3, no bike for me.


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A battered old saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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VAMPIRE

VAMPIRE

I’ll tell you of Willard Van Drood
An alarmingly strange young dude

Young Willard, to all, seemed so harmless
Was so freaking plain, utterly charmless

Kids might ask him out to play
But young Willard always slept all day

At night when sister went off to bed
Willard crept around the house instead

The lad was so very bony and tall
Was never seen to eat at all

Light afoot he seemed to glide
In and out, just loved to hide

Sister Suzy, as usual, fast asleep
Didn’t see weird Willard peep

No one heard poor Suzy cry
The police found her body white and dry

When mother asked where Willard had been
Willard mounted a toothy grin

“Mother, dear, I couldn’t sleep
Nothing came of counting sheep

Then I had this awful thirst
I tell you mom I must be cursed

I gave old dad a goodnight peck
Under his chin, right on his neck

When I left his eyes were open wide
His fist clenched, tight, by his side”

Young Willard hung his head in shame
Then did his mom the very same











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Losing Myself

I cry myself awake
In the middle of the day
Because of a decision I made
Not to spend time with you.
And now everything I am
Is falling apart into pieces;
I feel like I am losing you
Because I am losing myself.


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from mother to daughter

some mothers are so close to
their daughters, that they can
crack dirty jokes together, that
the daughter will come to mom
for anything---
certainly the result of mother
remembering what it was like to be
younger, spending the time with
her child in order to form an
unbreakable bond of trust & 
the want to not repeat the things
she hated that her own mother did
to her, or neglected, as the case
may have been.

can’t imagine that the birds n’ bees
are a hard subject to go over when
such a bond exists, where the daughter
is always asking mom about everything
from the first kiss to further involvement---
but still, what must it be like for
such a mom to wake up in the morning &
know that the innocence is gone?

is it easier for the mother who has a deep
bond, to know that her daughter is 
having sex, than a mother who doesn’t
have it together?  

certainly the ignorance of a child
might allow for less knowledge considering
the point & so what does it mean for the
both of them, when the innocence is 
gone?

a man cannot know---
he cannot look into a young one’s eyes &
know the same as the woman who has
given birth to this child,
he cannot step outside the young man
that he himself was---
all he has is the hindsight that those
particular days were wrought with raging
hormones & all the time in the world to
reap the benefits of being young.

when mother looks in her daughter’s eyes,
does she begin to worry more?
how much worry must past through on a
daily basis, before she goes to bed, before
she goes to work,
wondering if her child is alright?
&
how much of the time does she just sigh from
being overwhelmed &
sensory overloaded with stress
that never seems to relent
from mother to daughter &
daughter to mother.


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My list


My dreams belong in a book.
I don't want to leave this world 
with my pages unfilled.
I'll never give up what I long for.
Knowing who my parents are?
My list hold only one need. 
then I die.


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Alone

I bet you that you didnt care
about how i was doing over here
all alone on the floor drowning in life that's poor.
Confused and all by myself,
feeling that i lost all self-control.

I bet that you dont care
how my mom helped you with welfare, 
trying to do whats right you burn a house
in all your shame you go to jail and
 fail to show up for my birth.

I bet you don't know how it was,
to be without a dad who lost his self,
in the dark all alone he sits in a phsyco home.

Where his mom feeds him and,
tells him how she tried to see me,
after fifteen years i fell apart, trying to pick up my broken heart,
but still i bet you didn't know how it felt to be alone.


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The Bird

Mom looked out the window 
at the bright sun. From where she sat 
on her front porch couch, 
the world outside 
looked cold, 
the kind of cold that 
breaks wood and snaps utility wires. Suddenly a bird 
dropped down,
she supposed from the tree that towered over the front of the house,
and sat 
on the outside window sill. 
She caught eyes with the little, black thing and asked it, 
"Why am I so lonely?"

But the bird 
flew away after only a few seconds, 
certainly not enough time to 
answer.


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FREE CEE sharing a park bench quietly

   SHARING A PARK BENCH QUIETLY

Oh that?
That’s a relic representing recollections my mother’s had for years
A creation carved with creativity and counted among her most cherished possessions
It was designed during many consecrated conversations and sanctified sessions
Her husband, my dad, had worked on it as days fell into weeks
And weeks collided with months

When I was very young Mom would sometimes sit me on the couch and crouch to tell me a story
The tale etched into that relic with initials, symbols and most importantly love
Because that’s what mom and dad had the most of
Mom would describe to me with urgency and a smile what the cherub on the upper left hand corner represented for a loving pair
It was there to savor their security and ensure longevity so rare
No one in my family cared much for brevity to dare
But rather held sacred was the mortar of love with which they were cemented
And then she pointed to the apartment number they as newlyweds had rented
There was a pair of doves to promise ever blue for a union of two who truly were not one without the other
It does a son’s heart good to learn of how his father first met his mother
The story says they met in a park during a rainstorm and that’s the reason on the relic is a rain drenched tablecloth upon a picnic table
My dad did so much more than most are able
There are no hearts carved to be seen on the relic because only the two of their hearts mattered
Dad had, as well, taken the time to carve a story with silence about the soulfulness and brightness of his wife and my mom was truly flattered
It’s a beautiful relic and it’s also a reminder that being together, for them, meant for always
And in always
Aiming always for a million or more days
Yes, for my whole life that relic has hung upon that very same wall
Oh but now due to delirium and dementia mom doesn’t recognize nor recall that lovely relic at all
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~




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For mummy

For mummy

Oh 	
My love
My angel
My mentor
My mummy
She moved from
The world we shared

But before hand
Showed me my wings
And taught me to fly

Told me
To rise when I fall
Nothing will break me
Or lead me astray

But who would have thought
She would be gone
So soon.


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Angel lullaby's


Dimonds are not beauty. Beauty is people and things unknown. Things unknown that swirl around in a young child's mind and happiness amounts to a flower crown made for a small girl with the soul of a faire. Happiness that comes from the pure joy of looking in your mothers deep brown eyes and getting warm fuzzies . Joy that spills out into a smile when a wise woman tells her that the little floating fuzzies in the air are baby angels and that when it thunders it's just there mom singing them an angel sized lullaby a lullaby that makes her big blue eyes sparkle....But the wind changes and the sparkling in her big blue eyes fade and the flower crown withers and dies and the baby angels turn into dust and unknown things still bring joy. But so do things that bring trouble and those big brown eyes sometimes betray her and the thunder is just thunder and baby Angels and days of simple joy vanish ...But if she waits just for the right moment the clowds will gather and the sparkle returns to her big blue eyes and the wounderful liquid leaks out of the sky! spinning and spinning her hair dripping. She squeezes the big blue eyes shut and suddenly the baby angels return To the sky and the Flower crown gets a long drink of water and blooms once again and and the angel lullaby returns to the air and rings in her ears and those deep brown eyes watch her spinning and remember why they fell in love with her and 
finally she is home !!


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Tomorrows Words Today

Mom
A small word
Representing a big heart
I lack the vocabulary
I cannot adequately express
Still I will search for the words
You keep me humble
Grounded
My heart has been softened by your spirit

You with God's help granted me breath
Without you I would not be
I am more because you are gentle
You wish to hear my thoughts
You have dreamt along with me
Not your own dreams but mine
Yours is the one voice I long to hear
Even at a distance you are near

I think of you
Mothers day is a day away
You are not here to hear what I say
But I know that you know
You are loved this and every other day

I can't thank you enough
Sometimes life has been tough
We've had to deal with some stuff
Life has taken us on a ride
We made it out the other side

When I think of you I smile
So glad you are my mom
Some may not get you 
You always make me laugh

Others may have moms
None are quite like you
One of my favorite people
Strong in just the right way
Soft in the ways that matter
Funny 
Determined
Generous
Always there for me
The most special 
Mom


Written for Mom today for tomorrow, I love you mom. 


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10 years

disheartened array of melancholy verbiage
 I didn't have enough details to cover ground
so I stayed ignorant of my internal complications
exploding with tears and sounds I've never 
made before you were found
lacking apparent decency to mourn a soul proper
I refused to take any absolutes' offer
that psychic that lied meant little, much less
than the countless times people asked me
Where is she?
The biggest achievement of my life
unawares to those who've never wore my shoes
I am grateful I've made it through,
 and hope those who have yet to suffer such as I
will find blessings at the end of such journeys
What a long road
I can see further in one direction in than the other
but I know, this road is only as long as two points.
Pack my suitcase and leave at the door
I won't be needing that, to walk the streets
Medicine wore off and I had to find a new meaning to my memories
living off of instinct 
What is it like to have no sense of truth from the
writhing of delusion snaking in and out of solid
turning your past into a guessing game?
How many people live in here?
This would redefine the way of living.
I am just a bystander, but oh so intimate
It hurts me to see 
Where can I find a relief? 
All logic and reasoning tell the tale of predictability
She the most stable she is ever been in her life
Yelling at a social worker about being hearing impaired
after the lady was just trying to point out she doesn't seem it
and she was eligible for arts and crafts
Worries, anxiety, mistrust
paranoia, grandiose theories and destructive habits
Inspires me of my own
no one is invincible
Tattoo that on my face and I still will cry guilt
face pain to the point where I only have my love
nothing else matters as much as having her again
after 10 years


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Riddles of Mom's Affections

Am I just too blind?
For not seing the good intension of you?

Am I just too deaf?
For not hearing any good reason from you?

Am I just too numb?
For not sensing all the love that you shed?

I thought I just too dead to live within your world

No more words capable to solve
Enough fed by your conflicts and dramas
Understanding you cost the rest of my life
Or I cost the rest of my life to understand the love of you

We never really speak
We puzzled in our own existences 
Knowing you is like walking in the dusty haze
Knowing me is like climbing on a thousand feet of sturdy wall

Talking about us 
Talking about spot that never been fully
We lacked in our bond
But still... This is the undeniable life

From you I stand this day
Wether I should regret or be thanked
There will be no me without you
There will be no us beyond you


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Moment

In a sunny moment of the morning
We were driving down the road
Mom looked at me in the rearview mirror
"You know, you're a pretty girl," she said
And I smiled and turned my head
Out the window
"Sometimes I think so."


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Spilled Milk

Our only source of water,
the spring lay to the west,
downhill from the house.

Its flow gurgled up
to form a creek which snaked
through a field toward the barn.

Cold spring water firmed butter,
and chilled the milk,
 kept dry in tin buckets,
dropped underwater daily.

Our old sow would root, nose
under the fence, and head
on a straight path to the spring.

Mother hated that sow.
It took hours for the milky,
muddy water to run clear.

No milk for supper. 
We wished for the milk
to curdle in her stomach.


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Gratitude

If I open my eyes and light I see, how wonderful!
If I close my eyes and light I still see, how wonderful!

If I touch water and it cools my skin, how wonderful!
If I touch fire and I feel the heat, how wonderful!

If I taste the sweetness of an orange and it brings a smile to my face, how wonderful!
If I taste the bitterness of a grapefruit and it makes me squirm, how wonderful!

If I smell the pleasant fragrance of a perfume, how wonderful!
If I smell the stench of rotting garbage, how wonderful!

If I hear a bird singing, how wonderful!
If I hear a loud siren, how wonderful!

If I live to see another day, how wonderful!
And If I pass, that would be wonderful too!

Thank you mom, for all the these wonders would not be possible if it weren't for you.


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My Mothers Doll

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


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I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


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Deceased

Middle of the night
All that is heard
Is yelling & screaming
A voice says,
"...No!...
...Why?!...
...Stop!...
...Don't do that!..."
Then nothing
Walk into the room
Nothing to see
Pitch black
One click of the light switch
All is revealed
Empty liquor bottles
Broken glass
Pills
Knife on the floor
Blood splattered all over the walls
With writing on it that reads,
"See what you made me do?"
Look on the floor
A dead body holding a gun
Look on the ceiling
A dead body hanging
What a nightmare
But a wish come true
Both parents
Dead


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First Day

I’ll give her an apple
that’s what mom said,
Girls like apples
She’ll smile and eat it and give me a star
The others will wail and cry and growl 
I want a star 
I want a star
But she'll just say quiet and they’ll all stop
She'll say look and point to the clock
And we’ll all gather
Sit and listen 
To a tale she spins from air
Her hands moving fast and voice changing too
Captivated we sit 
We listen 
Little statues with eyes that shine
Rainbow candy falling fast 
In the land of here and past
Goblins dancing round and round
Princess locked inside the town
Big bad wolf, pigs and frogs
Pumpkin turned into a coach 
I'll raise my hand and say 
My mom said 
Girls like apples 
She will smile


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Grandpa Van Stigt (pt. 2 of 3)

I am not going to waste too much time talking about my grandfather because I don't really 
care for him much. He is an alcoholic who is in denial by the way. I don't really spend that 
much time with him because just being around him rather upsets my mom, so we don't go 
there much...thank goodness. I know I am probably picking up on my mom's attitude about 
it all, but at this point and time it doesn't matter all that much. According to the one uncle I 
have that doesn't have any addictions, papa has been an alcoholic since before my mom 
was even born. Grandma did an excellent job hiding it from the kids until they all got older, 
then one by one they started to notice. My mom was the last one left at home and grandma 
joined anything to get out of the house. Bingo on Monday and Thursday at Star of the Sea, 
Tuesdays at St. Bernadette's, bowling on sundays and cards on Wednesdays, but that was at 
home with mom and her friends. Papa would get to drinking like he did every night after 
work, and once the alcohol took affect, he would bring out the musical intrusments and get 
very loud and obnoxious. Many times mom would have to drag him to the couch and get him 
functioning long enough to get on it. The day my mom met my dad and they decided to 
move out, grandma said her job was done, the kids were grown and she was leaving. Papa 
eventually remarried and he still drinks. The funny part is that he says he doesn't drink 
anymore. He only has beer and wine, but that is not drinking according to him. What a joke, 
huh?


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Cataclysim Revisited

If you only knew what it was to live off
life 75% feeling and 25% so called
canned reality you may realize an eventual
moment stance the chained bewildered comeby
circumstance--it takes to eek through a 
given gross day of thought square wheeled peril of 
"going fo it" watching everything in emo colors through tear
rhetoric eyes--sub glands working overtime
without pay for the moments
neverendings--unrelenting to the bread crumb
trails forgotten for the wayward bird to the dead
far reathered animal on the roadside--was the first
not the goodyear tread which kissed its life oblivion.
So much the batter better. Clean living does us all in
eventually. look at me, an example of feeling
idealology times 2in reverse Pi graced but yet
ghosted in punnett square annodicotomy in 
unequivicol blatant ignorance, by and by like the dust
layered on an empty shelf, entombed yet consistent
 deep and still--blank, devoid, and offbeatt---out of kilter.
So be it it. The ferver the merrier. I can give till the gives gone and not recollect in tune. Give green carpet grasp with the drawer open and a 
few strewn yellow pages with hopeful intent minus
a few zeros for glad integrity. Someday, 3/4 time,
Pass/Fail or just audit it. Poor icome tax fool.
Substantial penality for Early withdrawal---sexual
tax evasion. Try to fix-get the kix in the social facehole.
We've reached a blank toe verdict and you're it!
Try and recompass if you dare mediazed--branded
intermittent idiocracy implosion. Get a flute. Ohhhh do you work at the 
lab-as a  labite? CSo much for appearance sake. Entrail
rehab should be an art form--in renal time
Bury me please in some stupid clean earth
to initiate my bare broken flesh--carry me back
to old Ahia whenced I was loined. Thanks
Dad--I know I am a lot like you---How?
I just feel it-------------------or was I adopted?? Really??? 


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Beloved Mother

I miss your smile
    the giggling sound.

I miss your touch
    the warm embrace.

I miss your smell
    the inevitable fragrance.

I simply miss you.


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Grow Up

My Barbie dolls are growing old.
My first bike is growing rusty.
My little shoes now pinch my toes
and carry big boxes with ease.
I can reach the cupboards,
and I've learnt how to blow my nose.
I read long books by myself,
and can count by twelve.
I walk to the bus alone now,
Without holding hands.
I eat all my vegtables without being told,
And I've learned how to spell 'hundred'.
My legs may reach farther,
and I may walk longer,
but I will always stay close.
I will always be your little girl.
Always need you.
You will always be my family.
My mother, my father.
Always.


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The Battlefield is here

I’ve got madness turned, all the way up

submerging myself in thundering double-bass

and wrenching screams.

"THOSE WHO RUN, WILL BE BURNED!"

My legs tap the carpet to the beat, my soul on its way out the door.

Escape.

And then her voice wails over the tiny speakers, calling to me, in need. 

I pull out an ear-bud,

and feel the divide: 

The solace of chaotic notes/The reality of a mother that needs help getting up. 

I press pause on the computer and run to the aide of the womb that made me the fighter I am. 

The survivor, my hero. 

Escape can wait. 

The battlefield is here. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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Momma

Was there when it first happened 
In crimson red 
New instantly it was bad
Tests confirmed worst fears
Stomach churning and eyes burning
Things would never be the same 
Months and pounds pass
Looks of concern routine
Well wishes get old
Thoughts of frustration mount 
Somehow spirit still intact
Raspy breathing barely audible 
Beep…beep…exhale 
Last lucid thoughts not of self
Lying limp in my arms 
Goodbye momma 
Goodbye  


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Mom and Dad

I remember the days,
When my mom and dad were superheroes
Everyday, they’d save my world
But now I hear things about them
Things I don’t want to accept as true
But the words won’t leave my system
I remember I asked someone one day
“If I find out about everything, will I end up hating them?”
I looked into their eyes as they said,
“Yes, you will.”
Ever since, I ignore all talk about mom and dad
And I don’t want the day of hating them to come any time soon.


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Child Unleashed

          Child Unleashed

I know for a fact when I was a kid
If I was tethered or leashed, I’d be dead
That rope would have been a real temptation
I would have slung it up on a tree
Apple, pear, orange, depending on the shape
It would not have mattered to me
Swinging there for hours
By the neck of course
If that didn't work because the branch was so high
I would have tied lots of rocks to it and waved bye bye
While tossing them in the lake
Since something involving line, heavy objects tied to me
Were only fun and games
It may or may not have dawned on me
After the rocks went in
Logically it would follow
I would have been pulled in as well
Normally I can’t breathe beneath the lake
And eat my cake too
On future birthdays it might be nice to be around
To have a bite or two
My parents loved me far too much
To leave me with a leash tied up
I would have chewed right through it
And ate it for lunch
They knew from the start what an idiot I was
With a little rope I could have caught a cow
Or found a way to hang the cat or myself by now
Mom and dad knew not to tie me down
Knew I would fail that test
If someone was going to kill me
They were the best


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The voice

The voice

The voice that hushed 
The voice that sung 
The voice that whispered 

The voice that scolded 
The voice that was cold

The voice that was warm
The voice that praised 
The voice that encouraged 

The voice I recognize
The voice I remember
The voice I know
The voice of mum
The voice 
That was, is and will always be hers.


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The cold night

Mother tries to light a fire using 
a spindle,
Which could provide heat n 
light.
For a freezing snow storm 
which grew 
Would not let them survive the 
night
At last she got the fire started 
and looked around
Their empty home 
And exclaimed,"If only I had 
another log of wood"

The girl unaware that their life's 
hourglass was running
Out of sand,
Watched her mom struggle 
which immensely hurt her.
She though little ,understood 
her mom's words
The only doll she had was of 
wood.
She laid her doll on the fire ,
Smiling to herself ,stepped 
away.

With both tears of sadness and 
pride her mom
Knew not how to react
For she may never be able to 
buy another doll
Then her daughter who was 
just four
Said,"I am a big girl now,I 
don't need dolls."
Then she caressed her in her 
lap all night long
As she was after all her 
beautiful,priceless doll..



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she received no love-

she was a beautiful baby girl,
born in love but grew with none
that would teach her it’s meaning,
her mother, an alcoholic/bi-polar

her father never around to guide her,
starving and love neglected, this child
soon became a big sister to a baby girl
created out of deceit 

at five years old, she watched over
her sister, when mom was passed out
or with someone other than dad,
yet she received no love…

she sometimes went for days without
food for herself or the baby
mom spent the money on cigarettes
and beer, mom couldn’t understand

at ten, mom and dad divorced, she and 
her sister were now in her mom’s care
she was all alone and frightened
and she received no love…

neglected, abused,  she struggled for
acceptance from someone, somewhere,
her mother was good at hiding their
situation from family members

soon, mom got so bad she gave the
girls to their father and step mother
who abused them, locked them away,
still she received no love..

at fifteen, she begged to live with
her loving grandparents,
they loved her and guided her to 
jesus, where she got nurtured in love

she graduated high school
and married a young man who
her aunt arranged for her to meet,
she loved where she received no love…

she bore two lovely girls 
whom she raised with love,
endeared by the family that raised her,
saved from a home, where she received no love…

Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey


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A Mom Mirage

. 
               I am going out tonight
       with no thought to wrong or right!!
           I am donning my sexy dress
               and putting perfume on…

         “hello again, my black stilettos”
                             and 
             "hello my rich red gloss..."
               
                  I will tousle my hair
                 till it looks a little wild
                and blow a kiss goodbye…

                        No panty lines
                        No worries…

That’s right, boys, I am getting out tonight

                    Watch out for me
             I am unrestrained and crazy
                     Watch out for me
                   I will dance all night
                          Laughing….
              like any girl in nirvana would…

            Who gives a bleep if its raining?

                     The moon is out 
                      Full and howling

             My spirit growls to be set free!!

        Oh yeah baby….I am going out tonight!

A cry interrupts my reverie 
My baby girl woke from her nap
A bittersweet smile touches my face
as she crawls into my lap….

                      I realize my stilettos
                          are now retired
                     and my sexy little dress 
                          is collecting dust
                    sitting forlorn in the closet.

I have on my mom clothes
You know the ones…
sensible and comfortable…
(un sexy cotton)
That’s the ones….

                   I am staying home tonight
                and putting my angel in the bed…

             I am a mom now and what can I say
 
                 The sexy dress will have to wait


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Anchor

Locked tight yet always near 
ready for when I need. 
A memory that I can reach
that I can quickly find. 
A treasure that all of us have
something that we all cherish. 
A common thread everyone human
possesses, personal and unique. 
Nobody can judge it and nobody
can can relate. 
It's the one thing we each 
cherish tight
Without ever feeling guilt.

My image and moment in time
pops in and out when needed. 
A day I decided I want to express
my artistic side. 
My Light Bright set that I loved 
so much seemed so colorful
but too small. 
I proceeded to get my markers
and color my closet walls. 
Happy sun and smiley faces
and stick figures of my mom and
dad. 

Look everyone what do you think?
Why are you yelling Mom?
Oh your right, that's why you bought
blank paper so I could paint. 
I thought the walls were a little 
too dull, fine I'll run now as far
as I can go. 
I'll get punished even if i try to explain. 

On my return home, 
I was ready for terror, 
but instead found peace. 
My father who usually was 
Mr. Strict, smiled a little. 
I sensed a secret pact. 
At that moment he calmed
my mom instead of the opposite way. 
Being a man of little words, 
emotionally bankrupt I'd say. 
He just said don't draw on the walls, 
when I wanted to create my own 
world. 

As young as I was, I somehow
understood, for he spoke
with his body instead. 
He was my hero even though
I was secretly scared of him. 
Try growing up with your example
to follow being not just a man that 
flies. 
A pilot that safely takes people
under his wing. 
Also a mentor who every night
risked his life patroling the streets. 

I maybe grew up with heart that
gives so much more than she receives. 
However this girl is also a soldier
only wishing for what's best with good deeds. 

I should have turned out as stiff
and as hard as he showed as a cop and pilot. 
I took the lessons that I needed to take 
being both loving and protective of my life. 
There is no way I can be one without
the other. 
When I love I immediately change into armor. 
After getting to know me you will quickly learn
its what makes me special, I have no choice, it's just me.


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Momma

Momma i,
Understand now,
Now that i'm grown.
Now that i aged.

Momma i,
Understand.
What you had planned, 
For us to grow into a ,
great man or woman.
Living my life,
Going threw it all,
Making mistakes,
But always learning from them all.

Momma i,
Understand now,
Now that i'm grown.
You taught me how,
to be a better person.
Now it's time,
To teach my little one.Hoping she does right.
Like you did for me.
I give thanks,
For you Momma every night.

Momma i love you!
Now take a bow.
You'er a beautiful person,
Inside and out.


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Desiree Dompire

i need a friend 
when i have had a rough night 
i need a friend
when i simply need a friend to go to the mall with
i need a friend
to joke with when i am in the cafteria at school
i need a friend
when i have no sholder to cry on
i need a friend
when my hopes are down 
i need a friend
when i got in a fight with my mom the other night
i need a friend
when i breakup with my boyfriend (that has not happened yet)
i need a friend
when i need a refuge from an argument my mom and i had
i need a friend
but not just any friend
i need you.


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Ice Water

It was like she was tearing her away from my life;
An almost surgical destruction of a once beautiful embrace.
 
 
The picture looked like a piece of abstract art.
I'm sure if her dancing bones would have allowed,
her thumb would have rolled over and struck the 
flint...letting the butane destroy the pain in front of her.
 
               ...My pain
 
Instead the other half of my story
lay quietly at the foot of my mother's recliner
 
                          ...Still smiling,
 
her eyes indifferent to the shattering world around her.
 
I wondered where she was,
if this torn piece of history burning through 
my palms would be the last time I would hold her.
 
I couldn't help but plead with God for a moment,
not able to stand the bitter taste of fate's insult to 
my pride
                 ...my romanticism's hope.
 
My mother calls me to the next room,
begging ice water for a parched tongue.
 
As I walk to the foot of her bed,
she smiles.
 
                         "What a handsome man.
                                Any woman would be lucky to have you."
 
I can find strength for nothing but a nod,
and I bow my head to kiss the top of hers.
 
                          "You'll find the one son,
                                            no one deserves it more than you."
 
I take her glass and hold it to my chest,
perhaps subconsciously hoping it will cool
my overworked heart.  
 
I thank her for being the woman that she is,
and tell her she's the only one I need anyway.
 
I can feel her eyes follow me out of the room,
all the back into my seclusion.
 
I fill her cup and take a breath.
 
"...Tomorrow"
 
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


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Mum

Mum

Beauty like a sunset
Innocence like a baby
Peace like a dove’s
I remember in mum

A smile that could melt
Even the wickedest of hearts
I saw in mum

Warmth like a thick blanket
Courage like Arthur’s
Fairness like snow white
I felt from mum

Humor like a clown’s
Tricks like Merlin’s
Ideas like Kristy’s
I learnt from mum.


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The Birth Donor

Stop starting a fire and feeding the fire that you can't even put out. 
You know you are being bluntly dumb founded and stupidly ignorant.
There are countless words to say.
You know that we are right but, you don't even comprehend 
what she is trying to get her point across!
I'm pretty sure your Mother taught you better than that.
The whole argument is irrelevant if you can't spell correctly 
Don't you worry your pretty little heart, because you will not ruin our Family relationship!
I rather go and be something of myself, than be exactly like you
It's kinda funny you are trying to put up this big fight. 
Your words can't hurt me because I'm better than that
Drama was meant for the lamas 
Sooo save It all for a different baby mama! 
The list could go on for hours, so don't even try
You are only getting feed words, , I do suppose
Seeing how you are both uneducated makes tho, more of a target!
You only make me frustrated I have had enough with all the BS


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Mom

The wind that knocked my door 
As a runaway laugh..  
Comes to me loaded with the scent of pine, 
With greenery algae from the old walls  
With my mom's  bow on the threshold of the house. 
....
The wind, which rested .. 
Like a laugh tired from escape 
Gave me the rustle of her dress.


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Sisters of hell

You should be caring 
You should love us 
You should have some respect 
You should not ignore us
Sisters…sisters…
You say you’re sorry 
Today comes you’re not sorry at all
Sisters…sisters…
I try so hardly 
But by all means
You don’t try at all
You’re just there to cause us problems
And whine about you’re fake innocence 
To mom and dad?
How pathetic 
How soulless
You’re always there
To gain what’s best for you
And leave 
You change your tones 
Seeking a joke of ours
You get jealous 
Because of us
You team up against me 
So that no one believes me
How pathetic 
How soulless 
You’re never sorry 
Even if you say it 
I try not to waste life
But you try harder to waste it
I try not seeking you’re attention 
And do what mom says 
Then it’s always me 
I’m the bad guy? 
Hell no 
I didn’t do a thing
But thus
They always believe you…
Of you’re fake tears 
They always do…
I’m glad I’m not fake 
Unlike you!


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An uncommon alpha b poetic thread we weave

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assimilate before u ass assume
build before u buldge
concentrate before u copulate
deride before u dicktate
engulf before u envelop
fantasize before u fragment
grasp before u germinate
hallicunate before u hypocrate
imagine before u initiate
juxtapose before u jauntilate
literate before u luminate
memorate before u mentorate
nuture before u negate
obligate before u obliviate
postulate before u prostitiute
question before u query
resonnate before u recreate
sonitate before u saturate
tintilate before u translate
utililize before
Xpectorate before u Xstinguish
yuletides before u yelltides
zoneify before u zilchify
it's all in the mission of word wise portrayl
of a mindful sour sequence of alphabet 
anomalies grammar given and humoheld in
a grand garnered elementary entrailed
existance teacher tilt trended to a 
mellow mystic grandeur of let me be me in a time 
when I/me was a boring blend of boyish bother
to all around me and time spent was to inculcate
myself into an artsyfartsy minimammal of intertwined
mealymouthed measure of pre white trash tinsure
trying to find the holy grail of boyhood benign banality trying
not to succomb to impregnating my 8th grade girlfriend
with streetsmart gonadial groovy greatness guided by degraded
inacquaricies from a teen trotting hormonal hack brother
who lived his life between the legs of others. (No father included) 
I savored the insanctity of him and kept it in my pants until further notice
and then had to be coaxed agressively upon annointment after marriages
annoyed. I then procreated to a purposepoint proper designated to
choicechosing the astrosign compaticosimco with the signs at mind, and 
holy fecal matter, it worked wised with wanton willfuness,  
thank God for 911 and. Save me Jesus.  


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First Date

It's awkward and strange,
and if I had to sum it up
in about four words
They would be

My mom was driving.

Not romantic, just weird.
And when we got to the movies
mom went to the other side of the theater
realizing her presence on my first date was
ridiculously embarrassing

We didn't really talk to each other
I didn't know what to say
and you didn't either.

And I don't really remember much of the movie
because what I do remember is your arm
around the back of my seat
an inch away from direct contact

I'm sure you eventually recovered
some feeling in your arm
in a few years, I bet.

On the way home
it was equally silent
and equally awkward

And our relationship
didn't work out
but I hadn't really expected it to

So here's my hint to you, kids.
Just don't go on a first date
with your mom in the car.

~~~~~
Written for the contest: First Date


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For my kids

My reasons to smile, my reasons to laugh
My heart and soul, you're everything I have.
I'd give the world to see the smile on your face.
Don't grow to fast life is no race,
Everyone goes their own pace.
I love you more than words could say,
never forget that mommy is here to stay.


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Why?

Why can't I be normal?
Why do I have to fake a smile,
then die as no one sees that it's fake?
Why do I have to wait for someone to care
enough to climb over the wall I've built?
Why do I look, but not see?
Why does the world seem to hate me?
Why do I feel so alone?
Why can't I be a kid?
Why does every sad song seem to apply to me?
Why do I seem so insensitive?
Why do I shut people out, when all I want is to let someone in?
Why do I live life the way I do, 
knowing it is wrong, 
but still live it that way?
Why do I hear voices telling me something is wrong?
Why won't the nagging in my ear go away?
Why can't I find love?
Why don't I let anyone love me?
Why don't I love myself?
Why do I try to act carefree,
but all I do is worry?
Why do people tell me not to care what other people think,
then I try to be myself, they tell me to stop
because people are staring?
Why do adults tell us kids that two wrongs don't make a right,
and then they go seeking vengence?
Why must I act as though I'm not slowly dying?
Why must I only be able to cry on the inside?
Why must I put on a brave face for everything?
Why does my mom call me names that aren't right for a mother
to call a daughter?
Why do Mom and Dad always fight?
Why are my brother and I the subject of all the fights,
and are not allowed to have a say in anything
that is said?
Why do my mom and dad say things about each other they don't mean?
Why did they bother having us, if they knew it wasn't going to work?
Why do people always leave, even when they promise to say?
Why do I have to live up to expectations in oreder
to be loved by my mother?

Why can't anyone answer these questions for me?


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For My Mother

She knows that I love her
I always put her above the rest
I can't be without her
She means so much
Too much to me
I call her mommy
She gave birth to me
She gave me life
She's has given me
Everything I could ever need
& more
I appreciate all the little things
Don't leave earth without me
Always in my heart
I will love you forever
I know sometimes I can be a pain
But that doesn't mean I don't love you
Or love you any less
I owe you so much
I can never repay you
But I start everyday
By saying I Love You


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Mother's Day Is Not Enough

To all you mothers out there from someone who has just lost his mother, we are 
who we are today and who we are tomorrow largely due to our mothers. 

You hear the academia praise how teachers and other mentors shape this world, 
but what about mothers. Mothers do get recognition once a year, but my mother 
was a full time mother, she was a home provider. She made sure we were 
properly clothed and bathed; she made sure we ate everything on our plate if we 
put it there. Waste was not part of her vocabulary, and perhaps one of the most 
difficult roles for any mothers and my mom was that of emotional support. Of 
course, it does not stop there. 

Mom taught us why rules are important and why there are limits and what the 
word “No” meant. In our teenage years we thought she was unfair only later to 
discover her purpose. Mom and Dad both set me aside after I purchased my first 
car and got my first real job, and said they had taught me right from wrong that 
their job was done...Their job was not done, that was only to teach me another 
lesson of responsibility in making decisions on my own; I would make mistakes, 
but they had faith in me that I would return to center. 

So, I believe that Moms shape this world and future generations more than they 
get credit for and it’s not a once a year job, it’s a forever job.

Edward Ebbs - Written for Mother's Day 2013
Mom passed on 04/06/2013 - RIP


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PARENTS

hungers of each other's respect;
bruising feeling with no intent,
so much left to consider other than this.
I don't want to be laughed at like a train dog,
mistakes that never shine to be shown.
underrated compliance with no deeper meaning;
looking forward to not being worthy,
day by day,
does it make a difference?
toughing out  the storm of the normal,
both rugged with teh rigidness edges of our patience.
still claiming to be happy,
suited only to the hidden faces of the masks of tears.
lies within lying:
buried deep inside,
a closet full of bones and regrets,
a problem yet to be faced and fulfilled...............!!!


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screw the poem listen anyone i need someone to hear

i'm hurting right now this is like a blog except i haven't quite found out how to work some of 
those yet but i'm a foster kid my mom abandoned me when was 10 she doped me off at a 
gas station and left me there about 2 or 3 hours later my dad came to pick me up and i went 
to live with him i no mom and my dad is the biggest jerk in the world i just recently stoped 
that relationship a day before his birthday and boy is he punishing me i he basically 
abandoned me to even if i wanted to start a relationship again i don't think he would i want 
ready i had been through alot he was in prison most of my life and i never saw my mom 
cause she was always bar hopping never taking care of he kids i have 7 sisters and 3 
brothers and i'm the oldest 15 
well on the 10th of September but i'm close poetry is all i have i'm diagnosed with 
Depression it sucks thats why i have sad poems sorry. my dad wont let me see my sisters or 
my brother it sucks and i miss them sooo much i have to force myself to eat and its hard to 
sleep it sucks but thats just me i cant go 1 day without crying i'm a recovering alcoholic the 
world sucks but i'm in it and i have to be strong and deal with it thats just the way it is ive 
never lived in one place for over to years so ive lived in pretty much every place in 
Wisconsin lol it sucks why am i telling u this because i want you to know why my poems are 
the way they are i'm not insane in just cortney theres alot of stuff that has happed to me 
some ill never forget thanks for reading my poems 

                                    love cortney stone


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Mama the Nurse

When I was a small child I caught
every germ that came my way.
It is because of Mama’s nursing 
that I lived to write about it.
I succumbed to every illness 
in which I came in contact.

One of my older brothers caught the dreaded 
Scarlet Fever and then one after one
we all became ill. There were seven of us.

We were quarantined for seven weeks.
Before one child was better another was sick
and all the time Mama was caring for us
with no outside help.
She did it all with love
and a lot of common sense
in this day before antibiotics and
other magic drugs.

Mother took her skills into the homes
of her neighbors when the mothers
were laid low.

Two neighbor women sickened
when the flu was running wild.
My mama went to nurse them 
and stayed there.  Daddy kept
care of us.
She was devastated when the women
after she had nursed them back to semi-health
arose too soon to assume their accustomed duties,
relapsed and died. 

Of course she wasn’t paid a cent.
She though it was her duty to
help neighbors in their time of need.
There was only one doctor in
the sparsely settled community and
he couldn’t be everywhere.

Mama was especially happy
when she had a child to care for.
We had a bell beside our bed.
She would come at the first ring.
Mama insisted that we stay
right there in our sick bed
if we had the slightest fever and
she kept us there one more day
after the fever was gone, just to be sure.
She was remembering her good friends
who had risen too soon. 

I had pneumonia at six months
and again at nine years.
The doctor had no medicine to cure it.
It was that mom of mine who spent
day and night giving me the
best care she knew.

I remember mustard plasters.
She put them on strong and hot to pull
the fluid from my lungs.
And then when I was better
she brought Jello to my bedside
and spooned in the liquidy,
delicious treat.
There was no refrigeration on
our farm at the time and the 
gelatin could not set and hold
properly.  But I still remember its
cool goodness.

When we were sick it seemed,
our mom loved us most of all.







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Rant About Feelings

What is family?
Is it judging everything,
From what your child says to what your child does?
Is it placing the blame,
For all of your problems on your creation?
Is it favoritism,
Between your spouse and you child?
This is not family.
We are not a family, 
And we never have been. 
I will not call you my family,
You are simply guardians to me. 
Family should help a child with their problems, 
Not make them worse. 
The depression, the anxiety, the insecurity, 
It all stems from how you treat me. 
You are not a father to me, 
Because that is not how you act. 
You are not a mother to me, 
Because that is not how you act. 
Seventeen years, and it's only gotten worse on me. 
I'll admit, 
I could have it worse. 
You do not physically abuse me,
You are not poor citizens. 
You just do not know how to be parents. 
You verbally abuse me. 
It gets tiring. 
I'm unattractive to you, 
I'm not thin enough for you, 
You don't like the clothing I like, 
You don't like the hairstyles I like, 
You don't like the way I do my makeup.
I understand. 
But, 
I am not living to be like you.
I am living to be myself.
Parents, off all people, 
Should understand that. 
Rather, you ridicule me,
You judge me for everything that I am. 
I do not feel loved. 
I do not feel cared for. 
I say I'm going to leave in a year, 
And you laugh in my face. 
But, trust me, 
It will happen. 
You will rue it, 
Because when I'm gone, 
I am gone. 
I will not come back. 
I will not call. 
I will not write. 
I will not visit. 
You've had your chances, 
At making a relationship with me, 
Your only daughter, 
And your second daughter. 
It's over now. 
It's too late, 
And the damage is done. 
You are not parents to me. 
You never will be.


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Mommy

Your voice is etched within my drums,

telling me that everything is going to be okay.

I believe what you say,

but do not accept it.

I’m not ready for the future,

my mind tangles around the fact of your demise.

Sooner than later you will be on the other side,

speaking of your love, your life, your children.

And I will be here listening… loving… living.


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my mom

                                God, I always pray for you
                           And I want to ask you for something 
                    I want you to protect my mom from everything;
                         I want you to protect her from sickness, 
                         I want you to protect her from danger,
                         I want to protect her from darkness
                                  Without her im nothing
                    She is the light, she is the key of my life
                 So please god don’t take her away from me
                              I always need her beside me
                            When im sad I only go to her
                        When im confused I only go to her 
       When im in a trouble, she helps me to get my self out of it  
              When im heart hurted she makes me feel better
                   When I need an advice I go to her
                                  I tell her all my secrets
                                  I tell her all my feelings
                                 Without her, my life stops 
           When my mom gives me a hug, she makes me feel warm
          When my mom talks to me, her voice makes me feel happy
                  My mom is an opiate that makes me feel relax…
                       So please god don’t ever forget my mom, 
                             And keep her always there for me


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To clean

To clean

In the midst of orphans
I sit
Motherless
Like I
We are asked
What our mummies
Taught us

Some say
To love, to have faith, to believe
Others say
To follow their dreams, to be themselves,
To do good

I 
To clean
To always clean
My heart
And leave it spotless
For 
Love, faith, good
Kindness, honesty, obedience


And my mind
For thought
Thought for others
Other than my self

And strength
Strength to believe, to follow my dreams,
To be myself always 
For there is no one better.


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Thrown into my arms

You were thrown into my arms without a hesitation. Born a gift from God, although your 
earthly father was no good. I can't help but wonder where you are. I sit here thinking about 
the days that I had with you before you were adopted. The warmth of your skin. I loved to 
hold you in my arms. I remember when they threw you into my arms after you were born, 
and you looked me in the eyes. At that moment I knew I was going to cry. The decision was 
made so that you could have a better life, but it hurts deep inside. I gave you up to give you 
a better life and even though I wanted to be selfish and keep you to myself. I knew that I 
could not be a mother that you needed. 17 years old at the time of your birth. I'm now 18 
but I still am not ready to be the mom that you deserve. I'm not even out of high school until 
the end of this month. I wanted the best for you. When you were thrown into my arms at the 
hospital I knew what I had to do. I had to be a mom and do the right thing. So I gave you 
up, knowing that God had other plans for you. May God be with you my child as you grow 
throughout the years. I'm glad that I made this decision for you even though it hurts me so 
dear.


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Cliche's Mourning

Silence, as the hope fills the air.
From within, your chest begins to beat
My head rests, I tell you its my first
Hopefully never my last
In thinking, my mind turns to you.
Should I? I never got mommies wings...
Through the nest, I had a hard landing.
Ive never flew...
Until I met you
You take my hand once
Never to let go.


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shes all grown up now

Shes all grown up now. She doesn't need us to brush her teeth or comb her hair. She says bye mom and dad when she leaves the house but she doesnt ask for a kiss on her way out. Shes got a group of friends who wether we like them or not its her choice not ours cause shes all grown up now 
  Back in the day she and I had bubble fights in the tub. Id fix her hot soup when she was sick. Id play jenga and always let her win. Now she knows the trick and says mom this time ill beat you fair and square. She never does and so we laugh just because. Days like this are few and she has a boyfriend now and one day shell be married. just as well shell always be my little girl even though shes all grown up now


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I can't breathe

I can't breathe because I'm being drowned by my own tears 
Afraid for my present that I can't even think about the future 
I'm feeling more and more lost because slowly my hope is being lost
How can you tell me that all men are equal when one one can get away with murder and the other is still fighting to be seen in a better light 
Why should I feel bad about the color of my skin, why should I have to regret the family I was born in, why should I have to be afraid to let my father go anywhere alone because I'm afraid something might happen and he won't make it back all because his skin is black. 
I can't breathe because I'm being smothered by injustice, by prejudices, but stereotypes, by judgements and comments,
They say it has to get worse before it gets better but how much worse can it get than this, and how much longer do I have to wait for the better instead of hearing it from others 
How can you tell me my life matters when there are too many history facts, too many court rulings that scream out it doesn't 
I can can see the rope around my neck that was placed there at birth tighten as I get older, this is what they use to keep us in check.
I can't breathe I scream but you only hear it as a whisper 
God knows I love America but how much does it love me


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Teen's Court in Section

Entered the court hall at 8:30 a.m.
Sit and Sit and nothing began.
Every name called as I patiently waited.
I was beginning to wander was his name on the slate.
He was finally called at 11:15 a.m.
The judge acknowledged mom and the charges were read.
Nathaniel tried hard to plead his case.
The judge listen closely but would not break.
“I’ve given you chances time after time.
Am I crazy or are you so blind?”
You’re going to school and not learning a thing.
Disturbing others and causing a scene.”
The public defender tried to speak up for him.
Wanted the charges drop so he could remain free.
The judge stood his ground and would not bend.
Looked at the mom and said, What should I do?
Mom help me out, I need to hear from you.
Mom spoke up -He did break the rules.
He made a mistake with the choices he made.
I can not uphold him in the wrong that he done.
He must learn from his mistakes although they were wrong.
I will agree with you Judge with the decision you made.
Nathaniel dropped his head to the ground.
He needs to learn this is his wake up call.
He will be detained thirty days in juvenile hall.
He will go to school there and bring up his grades.
Learn to make wise choices was what the judge said.




 11-30-07 took the papers back to court. Nathaniel thought he was going to come
home…Wrong….He did the crime..so he must do the time. Tough Love..It hurts but he must
learn from his mistakes.


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Dissolution

I cannot walk on your eggs
I better lie on oyster bed
I am not impotent, you know, but afraid of coition
Because your eggs are fragile-terrible
Shattering like a pouncing wolf.
It is a strange job -making love with you
But it is elemental -both love and fear
Dominated by the passage of time
Both have to be silent with time
Both have to be sheathed by my poor mother's ghost.
I am not impotent, you know, I have affairs with slut snails
On the street where strange voices raise questions
Minatory shadows surround my ashen face
And look straight through my window
It is an affirmation that mom has not come tonight.
Sands are receding baring turtle eggs
Sea slugs frig around
Hungry foetuses are waiting
Clouds are gathering absurd eyes to lift me up as a song
Deadly legs drive through the hills.
Nights still stretches ahead of me
Like giant captive crabs.
I am stepping onto a savage world.
In a trance I kiss you, I am not impotent, you know
I have to collect my early morning pearls
Before the final war begins.


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mom

                            

                                   God, I always pray for you
                           And I want to ask you for something 
                    I want you to protect my mom from everything;
                         I want you to protect her from sickness, 
                         I want you to protect her from danger,
                         I want to protect her from darkness
                                  Without her im nothing
                    She is the light, she is the key of my life
                 So please god don’t take her away from me
                              I always need her beside me
                            When im sad I only go to her
                        When im confused I only go to her 
       When im in a trouble, she helps me to get my self out of it  
              When im heart hurted she makes me feel better
                   When I need an advice I always go to her
                                  I tell her all my secrets
                                  I tell her all my feelings
                                 Without her, my life stops 
           When my mom gives me a hug, she makes me feel warm
          When my mom talks to me, her voice makes me feel happy
                  My mom is an opiate that makes me feel relax…
                       So please god don’t ever forget my mom, 
                             And keep her always there for me


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Breaking Away

There was a time when we were together,
Living with each other creating wonderful memories,
Having fun going to the beach and playing in the backyard,
Sitting down at the table and coloring with you,
Every time I hear your voice it makes me want to cry,
It’s just been that long since we looked each other in the eye,
Even though you’re a thousand miles away your always in my heart,
I’m just afraid to hear that one day you’ll be gone,
Never to feel the same,
I’ll always miss you and hope to see you again,
Before we start going our separate ways,
I’ll love you forever and this is a pain to say,
It’s going to be a while before we get together one day.


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HAPPY MOTHER DAY

Im not sure how it feel to give birth to a child 
But I know how it feels to be a mother 
Going though being up all day
dealing with their cold
Trying to put them to sleep at night and giving them a bath 
Its hard but im sure it will get better
Thats why I want to Thank my mother
because I know taking care of us when my father wal out ours lives was hard
Thinking we would never have someone to come and take his places 
Feeling no love when things go hard 
I thank you mom 
because without you I wouldnt be were I am now 
I might not be were I want to be but Im in a better place then some
I thank you mom for being so hard on me
and showing me that life dont get ease it just get harder
for showing me that I can be any thing I want to be without no one
for pushing to my dreams of becoming the best baker 
Mom you are the best and I am glad I have you 
I know we had and have our ups and down
but who dont
I know we had our dislikes bout each other 
but who dont
that a part of life 
and I thank you so much and I am glad I still have you
You are the best
HAPPY MOTHER DAY


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LAPSE

She was a plump, short girl with pretty face
I didn’t mind to give her my wandered heart
Without interest but with a balance of seeing 
Her any more again.

Time was being unpredictable as I saw her back in New Orleans 
Trashing cans and smoking cigarette at a dock of a fancy restaurant
And she told me she had a baby and the father was unknown.
If there was a grill she did not show unless and until I noticed
How beautiful she was.

I heard the girl said who is that mom and she replied nobody. 
She smiled, kicked the cigarette away and turned her back
At me and I felt at that moment so ruin and so damned dirty
Without knowing why.


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collaberation vs compulation

ok, mom's right, it's "collaborate and copulate"
that's what I meant to say

i am the mom and when i say
it is right it is and
it is weird and i could
be wrong.

ok. we agreed, we only get 2 lines
and you have taken 4 lines
(and I can't even be poetic, cuz you done took my lines)

i was just trying to save paper
for green for the environment
i was helping you.

Helping me?
Helping me what?
ok, I'm usin more lines
You ain't green! You ain't even fair!!!!!!!

WELL, I AM A protester and i
has a been sitting in trees
a lot,  baby sister you better
be nice to your ole ma.

Ok, for 1, you ain't no damn protestor
And you ain't in no trees
and we is hooked on phonics
but we profound
for instance, I done found my lighter

see, i was honest for you and i hired
a surrogate tree hugger so i could
be with you baby sister. duh

Mother, when will you EVER learn to use CAPS?
I know you are honest, and silly, cute, lovable
and you smell good.
But you still broke the 2 line rule AND
if you break the rules, I break them better.... love kim

well,we won't worry about this anymore.
go take a bath...love mom.

P.S. Didn't even get to talk about the copulating and all.... Damn.......


Written by a Mom and Daughter just being foolish cuz we love each other


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A Young Boy's Dog

For a young boy in
1951 things were not
going right.

School friends I had
none, had no one
to turn to.

Knew that my dad
had a great collie
named shep.

Loved this dog
so, as he loved
me, even more.

I had been down
to my dad's farm
many a time,

shep and me
would play
on and on for hours
and more.

One glad day
my dad paid
my mom and
me a visit,

said how would
you like to have
shep for your
to keep?

My mom said
yes and I of course
became the happiest
kid in the world.

Not knowing all
the fun that this
dear dog and I
would share
for many a,

year nor many
memories,
this loveable
friend would give me.

wrote 8-27-08  NOTE HERE
        Dad gave shep to me because he said
that he was a chicken killer and an egg sucker he told me,
that once a dog did that you could never break them. and if i didn't take shep
he would have to have him killed. Many years later I did break shep of these things. My
dad could not believe it. He told me shep must be one special dog.  
You know what dad, He was.


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The soul that's still alive in me

My mom is dying
And me in front of her
I sit and cry 
The tears of endless pain..

My mom is dying 
And me fondling her hair
 with love, 
whispering to her ears 
that everything 
is going to be fine,
although I know it’s not..

my mom is dying
and me standing out there 
under the violent rain 
blaming God for 
taking her away from me..

my mom is dying 
and me contemplating
the pain that’s surrounding 
her heart..

my mom is dying 
and me hearing her 
utter to 
god to keep me safe 
and take her away soon..



my mom is dying
and me watching
the tears of sadness 
sinking in her lifeless eyes..

my mom is dying 
and me listening to her 
uttering to me her words:
“ don’t live your life miserable 
When am gone, 
Don’t leave the pain
Kill my heart up there
When I watch you cry, 
Live my life.
Live my life and keep going, 
Erase your past 
And write your future.
I’ll be taken away from this world 
But not from your heart, 
Not from your soul.
I love you my daughter, 
I love you..”

Sitting by the window
Watching the ray of thunder 
Hit the ground..

Sitting by the window
Listening to the drops of rain 
Fall..

Sitting by the window
Contemplating the darkness
Of the dark..

Sitting by the window
Crying
Crying 
Crying..

Im lost 
And nobody can hear 
my silent scream..

im lost 
and nobody can see
my painful tears..

im lost 
im lost 
im lost..

I got her the chocolate 
She always loved 
I got her the rose 
She used to be
And put them by her grave..

Sitting by he grave 
Talking to her
 with constant tears..

sitting by her grave
whispering to her
my thoughts..

As a fish needs the sea
To stay alive,
I need her with me to live

As a baby needs his mother’s love
To feel safe,
I need her with me to live

As we all need happiness
To keep walking, 
I need her with me to live,
I need her with me 
To keep my heart going on..

Sitting by the window again
Listening to the silence
 of the dark..

sitting by the window again
contemplating
 our happy memories..

sitting by the window again 
asking god
to have mercy on her soul
and promising my mom
to make her always proud..

as I fall into my deep sleep
I utter my last words:
“ I love you mom.” 
 


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memories of a child

The family
am supposed to be a member of,
the house
am supposed to be a part of, 
filled my days 
with sorrow and pain..
On Christmas,
I sneak out for a while 
Watching other kids 
Opening their gifts
With a smile drawn 
on their face
and they’re parents
giving them a kiss, 
then watching me
looking at them 
with painful tears 
filling my eyes..
I wanted to tell her
how much I miss her,
I wanted to tell him 
How much I respect him
I wanted to tell them
How much I love them 
But they won’t listen to me
They would hit me instead 
And me from deep inside
I cry:
“please stop hitting me please, 
Please have mercy 
on my innocent soul please”
am a child
 that cant bare anymore.
Pain 
Is what I always feel,
Swears 
Is what I always hear..
I escaped 
but then came back
knowing that nobody
would accept 
a child like me,
a child with torn clothes
and dirty hair.
I escaped 
But then came back
Knowing that 
I have to accept my fate..
Am barely alive from outside 
But totally dead from inside..
Asking god, 
To reborn the me in me 
Is what I always do 
Although I know
he’s against me too..
hate 
is what is see in their eyes..
they made me taste 
the bitterness of life 
although am still a child
they hate me very much
although am still a child
a weight of a mountain 
is on my back 
although am still a child..
I always ask god
To forgive my sins 
Although I don’t have any, 
I always ask god 
To moderate my agony 
Although I know he wont..
Day and night I wonder 
If she would ever remember me 
When I die,
Day and night I wonder 
if she would ever remember
that she had a child 
when I die..
before I left, 
I wrote them a letter 
that said:
“mommy and daddy 
I love you,
Am sorry
if  I had ever disappointed you,
am sorry, 
if I was a naught boy, 
Am sorry mom 
for not finishing my courses on time 
the last few days 
but I was tired mom, 
really tired,
I always wanted a kiss
from you, 
I always wanted a hug
From you,
I always wanted to feel
Am your child.
I needed you with me, 
I never knew
why you hated me..
and now mom and dad
I’ll leave, it’s time now, 
God wants me to be with him,
Mommy and daddy,
I love you”




  


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I remember

holding on to the past and
my loved ones.   Dad, then
my mom.   My father I 
see in my life now.  Miss him 
dearly.  Mom is in my prayers.


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Mommy's Gift

You came along into my life,A precious gift sent from GOD.You're little heart changed my life,And filled my heart with warmth.
Without you here it's not the same,
But I know you're looking down.
Mommy loves you more than words,
And I always keep you in mind.
My precious gift from GOD.


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Dad and Mom are gone

Dad and Mom are gone

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


Dad and Mom are gone

Because they had 
earned their wings
to go to Heaven

And after all this time 

Many years have 
come and gone

And I am still trying 

To deal with everything

Because they were the 
greatest human beings

That I had ever known

And I have never
felt so loved

By anyone 

Like I was 
loved by them

Because their love 
was 
the unconditional kind

And that’s why 

I loved them

So much in return 

I just wish that I could 
have spent
more time with them

Because I really have 
missed both of them 
since they have been gone


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Slits

A dozen slits upon her arms, just a couple 
On her legs. She feels her pain is relieved
But, would rather she be dead? 
She slits her wrists, two wide cuts.
The blood drips down her arms.
Tears fall down her face
As she realizes, just what she's done. 
She lies there on her bathroom floor
As tears roll down her cheeks. 
Her body goes limp from what she's done, 
She is so very weak.
Her mother walks in at this site,
Her daughter begins to weep.
Her mother holds her very tight
She helps her to her feet.
What little strength she has left, gets her
To her bed, there lies no harm in her 
Mother's arms. She cried, "I love you mom"
"I love u too my dear" mom says
As her daughter died that day.


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Hatch Bird! Hatch!

Once there was a nest
high in a tree
where no one could even reach it
of course
In that tree was a little bird
who knew everything
that his mom said to do
because his mom said it in a way
that he could hear in his egg
For that, he giggled 
when he hatched.
He was not able to fly
but he was able to walk
He walked to his mom
and they lived happily ever after
and never went anywhere without each other.

The End

Ava


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Pitch Black

"Do you know those nights when you hold your hand in front of your face and all 
you see is pitch black?", Killey said when she felt an energy source near her 
nearly lifeless corpse. She opened her cold, blue eyes and got up off the floor. 
She was startled to find that when she opened her eyes, was nothing but the 
pitch black that she had been talking earlier. The headlights of a car hit the glass 
wind chimes outside the window shown through the window and to the wall, 
where it made an eerie glow all over the room. She could have sworn there was 
someone laying next to her. She stood up after she had fallen and looked 
around. She realized that it was morning and she looked at her mom and said,"I 
had the craziest dream." her mom looked at my face and said"if it was a dream, 
why is there a hand print in your face?". killey never learned what it was. but she 
never had the dream again.


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I wish

I wish that I could...
     Answer all your questions
     Make all your dreams come true
     Explain the things life throws our way
     Take away all the pain you feel
But I am not God.
     I am just a mom wishing she could.


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Childhood Holiday

Now nearing the end of November
Thanksgiving is nearly hear
And I always begin to get anxious
Of that celebration in late December
A winter solstice coined Christmas
A spirit of charity time of year

I remember being young
Odes and Carol’s and Christianity
With family stockings and ornaments hung
Upon a majestic Pine-needle tree
With a bur-ump-ump bom bom
That God’s grace and generosity
Gives spirit to soul’s unsung
And Santa always magical and believed.

I recall with needles and thread
Stringing cranberries and popcorn into long strands.
Hanging in a spiral draping, on a tree almost dead.


My mother and I took great pride
Decorating our manger scene
Animals to arrange, and hide
To the baby Jesus nativity
Three wise men
Shepard’s and sheep, oxen, even a giraffe,
Our manger was a masterpiece.

Now nature must do her part
To decorate the landscape
And through the window, a Christmas snow now starts.
Giant white flakes begin there descent

Each so unique, so big, so many
Accumulates.  Enough for snow angels in a few,
And in the morning a snow man made for us to groom.
But now through my window, the street lights I view
All the thousands of millions snowflakes
And the bright light they pass through.
Beautiful, full of splendiferous spirit I appreciate.
A white Christmas, for me and my mother, to celebrate


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Child Incubus

         Child Incubus

Wild baby forms in the womb
He has no name or original sin to speak of
Incubation time of the creature will be determined
Doctors treat all unborn humans like tumors
They must be extracted as such
Mother is sedated, removed from the action
C-section, clamp, close and done
Doctor is god at this moment
Mom is an unholy spectator on creation
Screaming, “What is it doctor?!”
It’s an incubus


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Recollections: and the Lessons Learned

“Don’t worry mom,”
I said
with as much confidence
as a young boy could muster,
“I’ll collect money from my paper route
ok,
don’t worry mom, don’t worry!”
I hated to see my mother cry,
tears streaming between fingers
like water through cracks in a dam
about to burst,
hands
prematurely worn and aged
by diligent housewife duties
and too much stress.
I detested seeing my younger brothers and sisters
go hungry
because of my drunken father’s neglect
for those he claimed to love.
It’s no wonder mom lost her mind
after all she experienced;
the beatings by my father, 
seeing her children without food
more often than they deserved
and the man she once loved
preferring the company and affection
of another woman.
It wasn’t long before mom retreated
into a world that only she and a few
pharmaceutically liberal Psychiatrists knew of.
I’d like to think that 
my siblings and I are stronger
for having endured those
trials,  
I mean, after all
we are still alive,
and who knows but God,
why my father self destructed  like that.
In the end
he said he was sorry
and that he loved us.
As for my mother?
well, 
there are only so many pills
and shock treatments a human can stand.
Rest well
sweet Mother and  Father.
I’ve learned a lot about-forgiveness.
     
  
  
   


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Superheroes

The first magical breath of life,
Such a tiny bundle of joy to behold.
Proud and ecstatic Mom and Dad,
Tears of joy from Oma, Grandma, and Papa.

Constant wonder with the growing years,
This child so sensitive and so caring.
Any loss of life bringing a deluge of tears,
Streaming profusely from those delicate blue eyes.

And then, meeting the love of his dreams,
A beautiful and thoughtful wife, and her dear family.
Soon, the first magical breath of life again,
Such a tiny bundle of joy to behold.

Proud and ecstatic Mom and Dad,
Tears of joy flowing from this loving family.
The happiest time of all.
Yet, a dark, menacing cloud looms everywhere.

Suddenly, a call to serve our great country;
So quickly thrust into the jaws of a senseless war,
Into the chaos of a vicious, lawless, and distant world,
This new father--so young, sensitive and unprepared.

Superheroes cannot be found in sports,
Or the movies, books, or politics.
They are men and women much like our son, Kevin,
Who will stand and fight-- spirit and soul,
With a heartfelt belief in the American dream.


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Story of my Life

Yesterday my parents got drunk and wasted like every night but my dad did not 
Have the right to say the things that were said and did now we all have tears to 
Shed. The story is simple it just goes like this my dad left the room with blood on 
His fist mumbling words witch were unknown but his voice had a very awkward 
tone 
Then he collapsed on the floor and I rushed into the open door. When I saw my 
Mom lying on the floor I grasped her tight and said, " I can’t take much more". 
Then she opened her eyes and not thinking right pushed me away and grabbed 
A knife she said her life was bad and that it was only getting worse and now she 
Was gonna brake this awful curse. She said she wasn’t meant to live with tears 
Running from her eyes but the sad part is she never said good bye with fear and 
Anger bestowed upon her face she happily cut herself out of the human race. 
She 
Grasped the knife tight as I pleaded not this way and she stabbed it through her 
Heart and with excruciating pain I grabbed her tight and never let go. But what 
Really caught my ears was when she told me please don’t cry, I was meant to 
die 
I’m happy and now I’m free. But how could she do this awful thing to me I loved 
Her so much but now all I can do is say be kind and helpful to your parents love 
Them more the anyone else and hold them tight cause it could only that one 
night 
For something to go wrong them they will be gone so please for me hold them 
Tight and even give them a kiss good night. My parents were drunk as usual and 
I 
Don’t believe they meant the things they said to me, my mom was sad and 
beaten 
By my dad, you see it can only take one stupid mistake from someone else to 
Cause so much pain, and tears will be shed and my story will go on till everyone 
Is dead. I love my mom so much but now all I can do is pray that she is happy 
And that I can see her again but I hope deep and within that she will be my 
Guardian angel my blessing from above but all I need now is a parent with love.


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hindsight


Dad and Scott carry the refrigerator into his dorm room
where mom makes the bed, smoothing the sheets 
and folding hospital corners with motherly precision.
Corey and I sit on the bean bag chair contemplating 
potential line width and dimensions 
of releasing boredom and staying out of the way. 

Dad has tears in his eyes and Corey whispers-
"that refrigerator must be heavy." 

I watch as Scott hugs mom, then dad;
I listen as he tells Corey to practice his soccer skills,
"maybe then you'll beat me next time we play."
Corey heard "maybe then you'll beat me"
while the words that stick with me are 
"next time we play." 

Scott held me long and tight 
like he wanted to tuck this moment away,
or maybe he wanted me to tuck it away.
To a fourteen year old with a high school career 
of invincibility to be felt, four years is infinity.

A boy whoops and pumps his fist from down the hall
as we look and see him waving out a window 
to his parents driving away.
Scott lets me go and gives a sheepish shrug of apology
for his hall mate because we both know,
he feels the same way.

I hold Corey's hand as we walk to the car
because that is what I need to be these next four years.
In the passenger seat my mom holds a box of tissues,
and in the rear-view mirror I can see dad's red eyes.
I put my arm around the back of Corey's seat
and whisper in his ear. 

And now it's me.
I'm gone but I'm not whooping
like the boy on Scott's hall when his parents rolled out,
what noise did he make after a day on his own,
after a week, a month, a year?
I'm on my third year and I'd still take a ride
in my parent's Volkswagon anytime I could,
just to walk through my house barefoot

When Corey looks at me I hope he knows I still think
about that day we became Scott's pen pal
and each others siblings. 
It wasn't about Scott leaving home,
but holding onto the four years that me and Corey 
still had...
so what is it now?


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The mom I never had

My mom and I were tight
When I was younger
But as I got older, we started
Fighting physically and verbally
I developed a lot of anger towards her
She never wanted to listen to the bad
She never heard the good
We went to different ways
Than I was all alone
I had no one to tell me good-night or to tuck me in
I had no one to hold me when I cried or tell me that they loved me
I had no one to run to when I got into a bad relationship and need help.
That was until you came into my life
You gave me reasons to live my life
You helped me when all I seen was the darkness
When I was in over my head
You took good care of me
You became the mom that I had always wanted
You held me when I cried
You helped me when I was afraid to be alone
You helped me to enjoy Christmas when I hated the holidays
You helped me become who I am today
But the best thing you did was say that you loved me


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Flowers from Heaven.

It’s now many years Mom 
since you passed away
Still angry with me from that day
 For your opinion was all that mattered 
No one else’s you considered.
  Many a spat we had over silly things 
 You left without a farewell to a place far away.

I have a daughter now no two
But one’s as stubborn as a mule
We’ve had harsh words she and I
and parted in anger  many a time
Now I know what you felt
when I opposed your rule
Oh blessed night when you came to me 
Your spirit pure and sweet 

A  bouquet of  flowers you gave to me
 And   one to  my  daughter too
  What touched me most were the words I read
 etched upon petals translucent blue
Love and forgive, from Mom dear one
 You know now the  true meaning of love
 In that wonderful place above.

Thank you for sharing this beautiful vision of love.


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Jinxed

This day for me started out a little jinxed
The one person that I wanted to see 
I never got to meet
Than it's parent teachers nite
My palms are sweating
Cause my mom decides to come
My mood is filled with anticipation
I want to walk into a room 
and just have him sitting there 
      Alone
But when i'm looking he never appears
     and i'm disappointed
My only option for credit recovery 
Is to dance a hip hop dance  
   and within myself find self discovery
      But I can't identify my heart in this matter
                So I try to defy
          Against all kinds of helping hands
                 and guidance
           I don't know how many times their going to say
                If you screw this up your throwing your life away
                  I pretty much know this
                     So hearing it over and over again
                         Just made me sink lower
                        So now this is the last straw
                          With a mad look on my face I walk out the door
                       I haven't see my guy, My mom won't pick up (Never good)
                                and my life seems messed up 
                           So I left with my friends and caught the bus
                                Got home too early 
                                   Feeling beat up
                                      Ironically 
                                     My mom's in bed she didn't even go to the meeting
                                         I wake up the next morning and open the paper
                                           A shooting had occurred where I worked
                                                            Just after I left
                                                 I would've have been there if my day hadn't been so jinxed
                                                        Thanks faith for saving me   
                                                            I really appreciated your Generosity


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Gobbling Sunshine

When we were little girls
My mom used to give us raisins
I couldn't figure out why

Why would someone eat it?
Why put the little shriveled thing in your mouth?
But then she told us...

The sun had done that
So when we ate the raisins
It was like gobbling up the sunshine

And my sister immediately 
Ate every single one of hers
But I just didn't understand

Why would I want to eat the sun?
And why did it shrivel up this poor
Little fruit, once full of juice

I also didn't go outside
Without a huge rain coat on
For fear of the sun shriveling me up like the raisin

It took years for my mom 
To convince me different
And for the first time, I ate a raisin

The saddest part is
I liked it...
Hehe


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Milt This One Is For You

I promised Milt I'd tell him a tale
Turn on a little Hillbilly music OK
I was about  the age of six or seven and bootleggin was a real bad habit.
Or so I heard

We had one road called the Cannon Ball Road
Where the law'd hide in the trees and wait for the brew
Trying to stop all of these illegal crews
Or so I heard

Now where we lived there weren't many homes
And most of the owners worked their homes were so new
You see all this took place back in WWII
Or so I heard

One afternoon mom, my little brother, a cousin and me
Were in the house it was pre TV
The door burst open and a man ran in, "I gotta use you phone right away," said he
Or so I remember

Scared to death mom showed him the phone
We all just stared as he made his call
And Zeke my  little brother started to bawl.
Or so I remember

He hung up the phone thanked mom and explained
He had to get hold of his brother, he said
It seems he'd heard the cops were planning a raid.
Or so I remember

He left and mom rushed to the door
There was no way to lock it to stop another scare
So she and my cousin pushed up a big chair.
Or so I remember

The next thing she did was then call my dad
"Call next door to his brother " is what he said
Zeke and I climbed upon the back of the chair 
And looked out the window until he was there
Or so I remember

The cops did raid Bushers Grape Vine after work
And as it turns out they went to our church
We found out  he had ran nearly three miles to ask for mom's help
Or so I remember
  
Zeke and I had so much fun on the back of the chair
Whenever dad would have to work late at night
We'd beg mom to lock the door to avoid another such scare
Or so I remember


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Changed.

I like it when the stars a line,
it's like every thing goes perfect every thing you find,
I like a summer sun set in late June,
I've regrouped calmed my soul changed my tune,
I like the sound of the ocean as it crashes on the rocks,
no matter the size of the wave it stands there taking it's knocks,
I like misty mornings the air so crisp a cold,
it touches you to the bone till the day unfolds,
I like a spring morning the most,
the sun is early to raise as birds sing the days toast,
I like greeting the day alone,
time to myself, time.. a moment I own,
I like as the day ends and all is still,
family's gather together as the night finds it's chill,
I like the smell of roses no matter the color,
they remind me of my mom and how much I miss her,
I like that I've learned to stop...and enjoy a world I never seen,
blue ski's, high mountain tops hills and valleys of green,
I like how this moment and time I didn't take for granted,
I smiled, felt and stayed in a moment here in a place were I'm planted 
I like what my mom told me and how it came true,
don't pretend hold on to true love and let out the real you,
I like how my wife and kids completed a world I couldn't see, 
she showed me what love is and they set my heart free,
I like that I never seen it coming,
a story book, love song, fairy tail without an ending 
I like who I turned out to be,
and I think mom would of been proud of me.


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Held on tight

   Some are lucky to never experience the HURTS 
    that I had to endure I never got to be a child
      I grew older and older after each argument 
          after each tear
         I grew up nervous 
         I don't know if god did this one purpose
            But I always felt like I was going to lose something
                 So I held on tight
                You could cut the tension with a knife
                     It was basic instincts 
                        I hoped my mom and dad would stick it out
                              for better or worse
                                   Worse I guess took over
                                   because before you knew it 
                                  my dad wasn't living with us anymore
                                        Even as a young girl I knew what that was about
                                                I had tried so hard to get them to stay
                                                   To work on their love 
                                                        I was a true daddy's girl so of course I missed him
                                                          The day my mom forgave him and let him come home
                                                                  I held him even tighter 
                                                                than you'll ever know
                                                              I think I could feel him slipping away 
                                                                   Losing touch 
                                                                   changing wave links
                                                                    Even though I tried to cuff him to my hands
                                                                       I will never understand
                                                                            The tighter I held him  
                                                                           The quicker god formulated a plan
                                                                             Than I lost him
                                                                               
                                                                     


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My Dearest Mom

Although  she has transcended this existence and the same cosmic space we no longer share,
In my heart  Mom will forever and always have a place of honor there.
There's not a moment or a day that goes by that I don't think of her or mentally speak her
name.
And though not a physical presence, she is, as always, by my side guiding me just the same.
Some may think I'm crazy when they see me talking and laughing when it's only myself that
they see.
But what they don't realize is my conversation is the enjoyment of  someone else beside me.
Just as when she was physically here, she still greets, warns, and advise.
For me to ignore this communication would be both foolish and unwise.
As the years of my life start to pile up and I look more like Mom in my mirror,
and as my own children grow older, suddenly all of her lessons taught to me are more
understandable and the messages so much clearer.

Yes, My Dear Mom, though she is no longer with me in a physical form,
She is forever present, as from the beginning of my life, keeping me safe and warm.


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Dad Could Remary

It's been two and half years now
Since we laid my mom to the ground
She was only twenty six at the time
She was the best mom I've ever had
And I loved the way she loved my dad
It was the saddest day of my life to loose her
For I had a big present for her birthday
And she never got to see what was in it

Dad's been taking good care of me
And just other day, a lady walked to him
And guess she thought she was hot
And he told her he's tied the knot
He's got a son and three jobs
An' don't think she got one
He winked at her and she winked at him
And something was going on, I thought

I never thought I'd like her that much
But when dad told me she's my new mom
I just looked down and said in their face
"I thought you said that mom was the one?"
He said that mom told him that he could remary
Cause he's got a long way to go before he dies
An' said that when mom met him

He'd been taking care of his son
And one day she walked up to him
And guess he looked pretty hot
He told never told her he's tied the knot
Cause he had three jobs and she had none
He kissed her and she kissed him back
But this time I was sure something was on

Right now, I know mom's watching
While she's resting up above in heaven
With a smile on her face that he's found a lady
Who loves him better and whom he'll marry
And spend the rest of their lives together


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Fate

You wake up
it's a new day,
more hate 
less love!

You feel you are getting stronger
yet your really fating away.
when all you want is a hug
you get stomped into the ground.

When all you want to hear,
are the words "I love you."
But you know that wont happen 
not hear not now.

When you want to see your dad
yet your mom says "no!"
your dad loves you,
and cares for you.

Your mom would like you dead.
everyday is another fight.
When your on the phone
ans your mom disconnects it.

You were on the phone with your dad
and now his voice is gone.
You can't hear it again
not until tomorrow.

So i live another day,
sleep another night.
As i sit here and wonder, 
if I will wake up tomorrow


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Thank You God

Through all of the struggles my family went through
You made it possible for us to pull through

My mom showed us how to have faith in You
By surrendering her problems and leaving it all to You

I thank her and most of all You
For telling her to do the good things she do

You told her to make my sister and I go to church
We didn't wanted to go, but it didn't hurt

You told her how not to stress anymore
I watch her and she doesn't anymore

We have done wrong
But You forgave us because You are a forgiving God

I thank You
Because I was taught to never forget You

You let me live another day
And I thank You for that in my own special way

When I wake up with the morning light
I get on my knees and thank You

You and Your angels brought me safley through the night
Thank You for letting everything be alright

There were times when I thought You were tired of me talking to You
But my mom and a friend told me that You never get tired of me talking to You

I want to thank You
For everything You have done and will do

When nobody else wants to listen
On You I can depend

When I'm feeling lonely
I can count on You to keep me company

You have done so much for me
And brought me so far from where I use to be

I love You
And I thank You

Love Your Daughter,
Monique Glover