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Summers Eve

~Summer’s Eve ~


I am a woman!
I am proud-

I am everything you want. 
Plus more
The adoring wife,
A beautiful mother, 
A grandmother a granddaughter 
A daughter, a sister,
A lover, the aunt.
Your enemy, your friend.
I am the working lady.
A widow left behind.

  I AM!
The Spawn of Adam's rib-

  I AM!
A mentor throughout this world. 
A lady with class, sometimes a material girl.
A flower, and the sound of rain.


I am the color of the rainbow. 
I am deeper than the sea. 
I am the pink ribbon you wear.
I am delicate like snow.

  I AM!
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.

  I AM!
The Daughter of Eve-

And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse. 
 Summer's Eve.

*****
In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!

By;PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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My Tricycle -

~My Tricycle~

Christmas  eve,
I could not help but peek.

There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...

A ride, I wanted to feel inside.
A surprise, I ruined for my eyes.
The joy I felt, a naughty kid like me could not hide.

Running back into my room, jumping with glee. 

Waiting and waiting...............................................

Christmas day, comes to life.
I'm all excited.. With the biggest grin...
Mommy walks me to my bike.
My grin slowly fades away.
A red tricycle, I start to cry.

I did not understand, why my older sister got the pretty bike.
My Christmas, ruined by a ruby red tricycle.

Mommies, hug did not comfort me.
I cried all night, and asked my daddy'
"How can this be?"
"It's not fair!"
"it's not fair!"

Daddy, had only one response..
"Sweetie, soon you will see."

New Years Eve**

I sit near the windowpane.
Staring at my sister ride her blue pinkish bike.
Even the streamers were laughing at me.

Night fall comes around..
It's cold and everyone is asleep.

I sneak my way into the barn. 
I stare at it~
My sisters bike!
The smile on my face, I still can't erase.
"This bike will be mine tonight."

I grab the bike by the handles bars.
I walk the bike under the stars. 

Two hours pass, and still I can't operate the pedals.
Finally I remove my shoes, and reach the pedals with my toes.
I'm off into the night, than suddenly I fell upon them rocks.
If only I waited for that push from daddy's hands.

:To Be Continued:


Lesson not learned,
My scars all accounted for.

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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Blink

I had a dream last night
that I was five years old
I was taken back to the time
When my house was sold

As I lay there lost within a dream, 
Sleeping in my bed,
Memories of the good ol' days
Circled in my head

I walked a narrow trail not knowing of it's end
Then suddenly between the trees stood my lifelong friend.
I watched as we grew older;
How quickly the time had passed. 
All these years behind us
Had come and gone so fast.

Her graduation day had come;
I'd never been so proud.
When she walked onto the stage that day
All dressed in cap and gown;
I watched and faked a smile
While my whole world turned upside-down.
I realized that this was no dream 
And I couldn't help but think;
Of all these years that passed us by
When all I did was blink

Copyright © Jacob Aldana | Year Posted 2016

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SLY FOX

~SLY FOX~

There you go again little Sly fox P.D.
Another game of tag and jeopardy.
Clever, clever, little fox so bloodthirsty.
Chaos roams through your veins of liberty.
You walk the ground, prancing around your hostility.
Marching down with the dignity of mis-guided anarchy.

I'm gonna hunt you smell end it well.
Hang you up from your trophy tail. 
Kiss your night one last farewell.
By morning dawn your foxy tail,
Won't live another tale to tell.

I'm gonna find ya' ~ pull your hideout from where you hide.
Smack you around in your everyday rebellious ways.
Thinking you can defeat my crowd with your lawlessness..
I don't need no hounds to track your unlivable Holy-mess.
You created a selfish character of kindness for the blindness.
You prey on the sheep's and linger on their wall of hopelessness. 
Your sinfulness grew from the boldness, and bitterness, 
Of growing up parent-less.
My dear Sly Fox are you on alert with your ears of nobleness.
Did you not hear me creeping while you were sleeping.

Sly fox the destroyer!

You are right, you are a mischievous game of hunt!
My trap is set and waiting for you by the river front.
Go ahead, take a drink, pull one last obnoxious stunt.
Run and run, as fast as you can!
You can't out run this one game of Skitty Skat fox hunt.....


~SKAT~
 
 

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011

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WHAT MAKE A BEST FRIENDS

~What Make A Best Friends~


Best friends are hard to find 
Just like among the lovely stars at night we’ve to pick the best one 
A priceless gem of God’s Loving Divine. 

I finally found you Linda (aka pd)...
My heart is in triumph 
My desolation is gone 
You’re not only like a star, but my rising sun 
Someone who tenaciously raises me up when I’m down. 

When a shroud of gloom hangs over me, 
You cheer me up 
Whether you are far or near 
Your listening ears give me a breath of wind. 

You offer the loveliest rose in your garden 
Smile…. Laugh and cry with me 
One of those who anchors to the fulfillment of my dream 
Hone-in-on to a friend’s sake 
Offers a mighty shoulder to lean on 
Or to stand to see further.   --From: L.G.

-A dearest sis, from heaven send-
I share my muse, with your beating friendship
Never would I force you to answer or say something
When I'm hurt or crying, or feel like my life is over
Just knowing you are there listening, brings comfort--
--Whether you are near or far
I know you will be there caring in every step of the way

In you I see a woman who highly respects herself
A beautiful person who goes a long way, making others feel the light 
I would never trade you for someone who can't prance and dance like you
Your best quality, comes from being yourself no matter who's around
This is how I know, you have the perfect ingredients 
Of what makes a special best friend

So, fun, unique and interesting, Leonora you are so sweet
You understand, with support, you carry a soul of trust and beauty
You were there through my good times and bad
A positive shoulder to cry on
Without casting judgment on the things I've done,
I smile with glee, enjoying your sincerity
Leonora, my BFF, I hope you don't mind that I gave my secret away 
The perfect ingredients, of what makes a best friend.  --By: P.D.



Jan. 10-17,2014

- collaboration poem of Linda/PD and Leonora


~ It’s again my great honor to have been invited to collaborate with my most all time favourite, my greatest poet,  loving poet sis and forever BFF, PD/ Linda. She's a very special poet sis & friend/BFF of mine . I’m in tears of joy to know that I’m also special to her. Word’s are inadequate to thank you enough for everything my dearest sis!  My biggest & loveliest hugs ever to u!  Lovem4evr sis & BFF Leo

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014

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THE DALLAS COWBOYS

THE DALLAS COWBOYS

Can you not hear the rumblings of that distant herd coming,
The loud thundering of destiny’s champions crossing, the NFL
Field of dreams, beware the rampaging lightening team known
As the Dallas Cowboys, for they are the hail storms victorous
Breed, the eye of the hurricane riders, searching for their
Well-deserved trophy of fortunes honor! 
Remove your cowboy’s hats of respect unto them, ladies
Curtsy with reverences motion, for these athletes are
Endurance’s best, and they shall overcome against
Any opposing finest challengers, these rangers of the
Old western traditions, that carry this country’s time
Honored name of the cowboy to the ultimate extreme,
Of skill and strength’s dexterity!
Dallas all plain drifters of purity’s valor, head to head
No bull horns about it, these are the champions of the
Gladiatorial games in the world of sportsmanship!
Yielding unto no oppositions combatants, these warriors
Hold their ground with distinctions sheer magnificence!
Let those world famous cheerleaders scream with every
Field goal achieved, for these beauties know that no
Other team in footballs annals will score, to the level
Of these good old boys, named by fame's hall of records,
The famous Dallas Cowboys, heehaw and God bless hum!
Now listen you city slicking team of sports hall of fameing
Seekers, you’d better go back to your home fields of 
Advantages, for hear in this lone star state, we take no
Prisoners, and show no mercy to out lander's!
Here in the ALAMO state of freedoms calling,
We remember our heritage standing tall and 
Proud against all odds, blazoned in bullets
Historical legends, our grand team barres
The name of fore-barriers proudly, those
Pioneer’s men known, as the all American
Cowboys!
These six-shooters whom rode the die hard tails,
Across a new world creating a country of freedom,
Where only the tumble-weeds rolled, and desert dust,
Coached a man’s thirst almost to madness!
Now in traditions sport of men, a new team of desperado’s,
Threatens this lone star state, but have no fear my fellow
Texans for our Dallas Cowboys will send them packing,
With a good old boy’s field goals smacking, so I’ll cheer
Them on, waving my hat in the evening air, yelling heehaw,
Go get hum boys!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
FOR LINDA THE DESTROYER
ROCK ON SISTER POET







Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2016

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Don't leave me hanging

 Don't leave me hanging sis!


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


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


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

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

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Two sisters

Two sisters dance through fields of lilacs pleasantly adrift among aromatic scents Flowers are delicate, yet whether the storm emotions are fragile - adversity can damage Heart strings connected by blood are stronger the bond between two sisters lasts forever Promises to comfort through anguish and pain to wipe away tears, during melancholy days Trials of life can feel like a pitch black room as one sister succumbs to addictive urges Demons anticipate to grab her as she falls their hopes dashed as her sister saves her Demonic beasts still hungry for their ritual prey enviously flock sensing blood from her saviour Whispering poisonous words seducing her mind voices leave her feeling worthless- inflicting self pity Feeling abandoned, lost in a pitch black room sisterly love cannot prevent negative thinking Together they smile and laugh, but only for a while sister out of sight - suicide ends her life prematurely Memories flood of soothing scents and voices reminiscing days dancing among smells of lilacs Redemption moves her - absolution had no choice two sisters forever connected by heart strings 29 December 2015 Combination of Three Words - Poetry Contest by Laura Loo 1.) Smell of lilacs, pitch black room, dancing

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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1999

It was 1999
Shotgun rider
2000 green mustang
My sis, always beside her

Landed the same job
Only Mexican restaurant in town
Put gas in our car
Kept our wheels going round

All dolled up
Kissed our parents goodnight
Pretend to go to bed
Cruising feeling right

Idiots with wheels
License to drive
Dr. Pepper and cigarettes 
Never felt so alive

Introduced to Mary Jane
She was a silly lady
Laying on the hood of our car
Listening to Slim Shady

Hungry for boys
Just a tease
Looking fly in our prime
The birds and the bees

The dawning of 2000
Life as we knew it, about to end
Eyes met at 12:01
We both began to grin

Cheers to a good year
Twice as old as I was then
Thinking of my sis today 
Missing my best friend

Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015

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THE LIGHT OF LOVING THE SISTERHOOD


Soft as the lofting breeze, is the light of loving
Gentle is the moving sway, in the endless stillness
Of the human heart, for compassion in rheum’s
Perfection of the female soul of sisterhood!
White doves fluttering at the divine clouds of
Inspirational love, harmonious angels skipping in
The vast divides above, these poetic muses blessed by
Cherishes craft, eagles soaring within flights song of
The soul inspired!
Elegance dancing amongst the ivory powder of heaven,
Maidens of tranquility swirling in the timeless waltz of
Innocence beauty, sincerity’s weavers of art, color and light!
Yet at twilight behold the shield warriors of devotion,
Riding upon the dragons of the spiritual enlightenment,
Protections guardians striking on the right side of justice
And mercy!
Painters are these souls’ sisters of the heart, whom tender
Brush strokes paint the autumn leaves below, with the bursting
Palate of the divine inspirational textures of their glorious flare!
Explosions tempest, the storms hurricane to the passionate,
For we are the angels of inspiration, cascading within the clouds
Thunderous clapping, hear our soft words echoing within the souls of
Humanity, as in the eye of romance whispers in the swaying winds
Create beauty, magic and poetry!
Man do we beguile, memorizing them with seductions flame of brilliance,
Flickering nymphs of desire, playfully fluttering at the light of mankind,
Fairies intrinsic creature’s ethereal beings, trying not to singe our wings
Against sorrows envious spark of betrayal!
For mortal women, birth mothers of future generations, we are all
These mystical things, all rolled up into one sumptuous package,
Tied with a big red bow of the timeless treasure box, called sisterhood!
Let the male kindred thus so weep at our satin sleepers, we’ll cast them
Silver tears as tokens of the heart, yet we are bound by the ties of the female
Soul, and in unison our choir sings forever in the soul of sisterhood!
Hearts to the heart, the connected vines of loving,
Lights glorious shine of truth, wisdom, and beauty,
In the dream catcher of humanity, in the circle sphere of
Infinity, for we are the daughters of generations, the tender
Weavers of emotions, faith hope and charity!
Soft as the lofting breeze, is the light of loving
Gentle is the moving sway, in the endless stillness
Of the human heart, for compassion in rheum’s
Perfection of the female soul of sisterhood!


BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

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Spirit From the Past

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

     Dedicated To My Kindred SPIRIT Lynette Chachere  “ Spirits Together “


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

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2010

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Returned

The rain once again paid a visit.
His thundering laugh warming
And his blinding smile familiar.
He knows me more than anyone.

I stare in his eyes and I am calmed.
On the days I am too far gone,
He masks my tears with his own.
His presence is something welcomed.

This time he brought me a present.
He has returned my precious stone.
It was filthy, but I readily cleansed it.
Washed, it almost looked the same.

But I saw the fine chips and cracks.
I saw what could not be fixed.
I tried to forget, to no avail.
My precious Jade stone, so loved,

Will never be the same.

Copyright © ILyeza Thomas | Year Posted 2014

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Separation

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



Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved

Copyright © Earl Jackson | Year Posted 2006

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Red

I think sometimes we are more enemies than friends.
When we scream at each other, I think about how much I hate those dark brown eyes of yours.
Your hair are soft downy feathers that I wish I had.
The way you speak your mind to me is like a river, carrying fish but also debris.
We disagree over the smallest things, neither of us willing to back down and determined to have the last say, no matter how insignificant they are.
Your childish personality often clash with mine.
You don't ask, but my favorite socks will somehow end up on your feet.
I wish I can turn back time to the way we were before.
The two of us were like puppies, playful and inseparable.
I remember our balloons being blown away, sailing up into the blue and beyond.
Hand in hand, we'd walk into school, only letting go when we go our separate ways.
We'd play outside even in the musky, gray fog.
You once defended me like your life depended on it.
I miss those times.
But I love you anyway; even though at times you make me see red.

Copyright © Linda Xiao | Year Posted 2012

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The Baby Blue Bonnet

The smile on one's face makes them feel glad again
My sister always had a smile to share
Once came time for her birthday,
A handsome boy came to call
And along with him,
A baby blue bonnet that pleased us all.

The smile on her face showed us she was glad
She leaned in a gave a sweet little kiss
Then the Civil War started and he had to go
She would be crying for him.

The bleak war raged on
Many were dead
She was pining for him.

The sheets of casualties came and they left
Many were torn to pieces
My sister dear cried,
"He has died and left me!"
She hugged the dear baby blue bonnet.

The time was bleak when she claimed the body
Sister dear had to wear black
When came the funeral,
She brought with her
The beloved baby blue bonnet

She refused to wear the hideous black hat
"Instead the bonnet!" she cried
For she would remember
The sunny day when,
He gave her the baby blue bonnet.

Copyright © Kailee Ottman | Year Posted 2013

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A Sad Song - To My Sister

Pain of your demise
crowds my mind...
Memories of you come alive,
I try not to cry...though
Death, the thief, took you away!

Cynthia


Copyright © Cynthia Alvez | Year Posted 2013

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Unbearable

I hear you in your room
The words he shouts are unclear
But I hear every tear that escapes your eyes
I feel every tear that is replaced inside

Unbearable

I hear you calling out
Begging for him to stop
I'm frozen with fear
Picture clear what he's doing to you
What he's done to me

Unbearable

The sound of every time he hits you
Bruises deeper than the skin
I hear a smash and know
He's vindictively broken something you love
Stinging more than his punch

Unbearable

Children no longer allowed to talk
Fearing a beating for simply looking at each other
Now it seems clear why he kept us separate
Suffering in our solitude
Though for me yours will always be..

Unbearable 

When you said to me
Recently
Your childhood ended 
When you were ten
When Dad died and we moved in with him
Where you summed up our childhood
In words so powerful in their few 

Unbearable

Knowing that your sad
Knowing that your crying
Knowing you can't forget
Knowing you feel what I feel
Knowing so much of what he did to you 
The guilt for not being able to help you
Then, now, always.

Unbearable

Copyright © Christopher Wellbelove | Year Posted 2007

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GAY

"Mum, he's gay", I look surprised, we only play with dresses, lip gloss and high heels I wonder why she says I'm gay, what does it mean I ponder, and hold my dress up high And turn and twirl in the mirror, wave goodbye and smile, and jump and land, hem of my dress in my hand, and look again This is me, I am small, wanting to be tall. "Mum, he is gay" she says again. "But, what is gay?" "That doesn't matter sweetie, you stay exactly the way you are, and dance for me" And that I do, mum, watch and see, I dance for you, I dance for you, I'm wearing skirts, And I love you.
*** October 17, 2016

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

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Invaded by the tribe

Invaded by the tribe

The old station wagon
Pulls to halt in my driveway.
The five children fall out 
of its rusted doors 
shouting and laughing.
She turns off the noisy engine.
Slips ghostlike from the drivers seat.
Her five hours of driving
In a bedlam of her children’s noise.
Looking so slight and frail.
My heart melts again.
I enfold her in my arms
And whisper thanks for coming.
Even though I have moaned
About her children’s disruptions.
The extra work cooking
And entertaining.
I look into my sisters face
And whisper I love you Sis.
You are always welcome
In my house.
And in my heart

Copyright © Jude Kyrie | Year Posted 2016

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MY STRONG BEAUTIFUL BLACK AFRICAN SISTER

Black and beautiful the crown of any man’s heart they are 
bewitched by her soul and her warmth. My sweet sister draws you in with her smile, any man can find comfort in her arms. she walks with a purpose, confident and pride knowing who she is... the queen of the Nile.

without a doubt her blood is royal strong and black like coffee with no cream not afraid to say what she means. No is no… yes is yes… no arguments after, no time for a debate.

My sweet sister, a woman full of hope and grace always on a mission, she knows her purpose and her place. My strong beautiful black African sister. 

Copyright © sonya Stewart | Year Posted 2016

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Halley

Oh shooting star!

Burnt out bright across a sky
thier wonder in your light
a frozen trail of tears you leave behind

Their laughter at your sparks
I have felt your ash
You roam lost within the dark
I run to where you've crashed

I've ran so fast so far to where you are
Oh fickle little shooting star

And

Oh shooting star!

Burnt out lost within a sky
They all cheer
They cannot see you wave goodbye

Oh shooting star!

I sigh despite their smiles 
for the further you have flown
I know the faster you will die

So fly

fly away shooting star 


Love

Sky

Copyright © Skaidiv Morjin | Year Posted 2016

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Locked In This Cage

Help me
Can anyone get me out of here?
I'm lost inside this cage i call home. 
My soul is spinning in circles.
Which way is out, where do i turn.
Who do i talk to? Help me. 
I wander down this path alone
This sorrow i carry in my chest.
I wait...listen for a heartbeat and nothing.
The cold air against my face.
Am I all that's left?
Is there nobody out there. 
I'm looking for the light. 
For a friend. I call out.
But there is nobody there....
Wait! i see a figure in the distance!
Who is she? What is she?
She holds my darkness.
Keeps it held tight. 
Does she know this pain as well?
Hello! Can you help me?
Can you see me?
She is trapped in her cage as well.
Makes no motion. No sound..No happiness..
Are we all alone? Can we help one another?
Can we ever escape this prison?
It's dark. No light.
The cold air hits my face again.
I want to reach out, but she is so far.
Staring into nothing....Why won't someone help me..
Help us? Please. Take her away from this place.
Save her. If it means leaving me here.
Can anybody hear my prayer. 
We are trapped in this cage.
Our souls are confined..
Leave my soul in this cage
please.....SAVE HERS

Copyright © Kevin Graeff | Year Posted 2016

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The Best Little Sister -- Trevor Depugh

"Dear God, give me a big brother. I'll be the best little sister ever. I know its not possible for my parents to go back in time. But I'd love for a big brother that is all mine. Make him kind, and make him sweet, He doesn't have to be perfect, as long as he loves me. Dear God, can he be taller, with big soulful eyes, And when he smiles, can it rival the sun's shine? Give him strength, as fierce as a lion's roar, He'll swear to protect me forever more. He would wipe my tears from my cheeks, And with a laugh easily calm me. He would understand my heart and head, In a way that no one would ever fully understand. Dear God, can he teach me, All the things I would never know. He doesn't have to come from where I come from, But can he takes me to the places that he goes. Dear God, I am begging, Please grant this one plea, I realize that it may be a hard request, I know you are not a Genie. But here I am alone and cold, With no true love from my family, I'm lonely and I'm longing, For someone who will care for me. Dear God, please give me a big brother, I promise I'll be the best little sister ever"

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

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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

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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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





Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013

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The Gift of Forgiveness

The Gift of Forgiveness

I don’t remember going to sleep that night 
But I remember waking up 
To the awful racket going on inside my head. 
Bad thoughts and feelings raged 
As I twisted and turned, 
And roared and cried. 
Just when I thought that it would never end 
And that I would never be able to forgive and forget, 
Time stood still 
And the world seemed to fade away. 
While before everything seemed so hopeless, 
Now there was only love and light 
And a sudden knowingness that something was missing. 
‘My sister*’, I remembered, ‘I haven’t been very nice to her either’.
With this the light started to grow brighter and brighter, 
And, recognising** her light come towards me, 
The love grew stronger and stronger 
Until it filled me completely.
I fell asleep knowing 
That through the grace and mercy of God 
I had finally found 
Forgiveness.

by Jean McLoughlin 07/01/2016

* My Older Sister
** British Spelling - Cambridge Oxford Dictionary

P.S. My older sister has not passed away but we will always have a strong soul connection.

Winning 2nd Placement in Eve Ropers 'When Older Siblings or Younger Step in...' 01/15/2016

Note from the Author
This is a true story.
It happened the night before Christmas Eve a couple of years ago.
I went on to make up with my sister on Christmas Eve.
We hugged and said sorry, and had a lovely Christmas.
Although I felt at the time that my thoughts of her could only ever be and would only ever be loving, we still need to work on our relationship and keep forgiving.
When Jesus was asked how many times must we forgive, seven? He answered 'Seventy times seven'.
My poem 'My Beautiful Encounter' follows on from this.
Thanks for reading.
From Jean

Copyright © Jean McLoughlin | Year Posted 2016

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SISTER SOLDIER

You stood on the battlefield
with no man-made weapons
in your hands

You held GOD'S greatest weapon
called FAITH to help you stand

JESUS was your Commander
HE guided you everyday
HE ordered your footsteps
through your PRAYERS and FAITH

My SISTER SOLDIER
you stood proud with
your head held high
You fought the good fight
You fought for your life

My SISTER SOLDIER
you lost the war, but,
your battle was won

You received the highest Medal of Honor
All of us, hope, someday we will earn

Your Medal of Honor is the Key to Heaven
No more battles for you to fight

In Heaven, you have a new body,
a new soul, a new spirit
Your Badge of Courage is
Eternal Life


Copyright © ROSALYN LAMPKIN | Year Posted 2011

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SISTER WARRIOR

Why me dear God in heaven's
Name why me?
Awaiting for a divine answers reply.
Kneeling at the lords sacred altar,
Lit candles flickering all about her
A bowed head in reverences honor.
In prayers hands tenderly cradling her,
Rosary.
She has been blessed by an angel's,
Healing touch.
Realizes not a mightier power stands,
Before her, shielding his lamb from,
 Harms way.
Faith guides this believers soul, 
Homeward unto grace.
She is truly not alone in this fight,
Rekindle a divine spark within,
Rage against the fading light,
And behold of a new dawning.
Humanities loving spirit everlasting,
Its our greatest weapon.
And many hands rest upon,
It's hilt.
Behold the sword of hope 
With it's sharpened edge.
And millions lend their strength
Of will behind it's wielding power. 
We are here my friend, my sister,
Always.
Let this evil shadow pass, give it
No binding power.
Shake off fears disbelief, know,
Sister warrior on this battle field,
Women must fight together. 
 United standing strong,
 Fixed on one single goal survival.
A pink ribbon may represent
The cause,
But within life's circle the
Human touch comforts a
Spiritual soul.
With faith's devotion as her
Guardian’s shield it will carry such
 A brave lady,
Through hells fire and beyond.
Remember your not alone
Against our common enemy
Named Cancer.
One day we will find a cure.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 

 


 

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

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My Little Sister

Born in the merry moth of June,

For my little sister I did swoon.

My little sister taken for granted,

we do nothing but fight.

We hate and hurt,

Yet never love.

She was my best friend,

Now she's my enemy.

She does not trust me,

not even to swat a bee,

I am the one who ruined it all,

The one who shut it off,

The care we felt for the other.

We used to dress in matching clothes,

holding hands and discussing loathes.

Now all we loath is each other.

I am the girl who seems so happy,

yet is really broken inside.


I miss the days when we shared,


Ice cream from a cone,


I miss the times we would,


stay up late at night,

Just to give each other a fright

I miss the hugs, the laughter and the jokes,


I miss the fun, the trouble, and the pokes

The tomfoolery and the horse play.


I miss my little sister







Copyright © Dahlia Johnson | Year Posted 2015