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Details | Free verse | |

Once Upon A Time

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Bringing Life To All

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

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

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

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


Details | Romanticism | |

You Touched My Heart

Oh how sweet and beautiful are the words
that you say to me, they stick to my soul
like honey to a bee.  They move me,
they soothe me, they let me live, for
it is you that I need and my heart
I will give.

You touched me like I never have
felt before, you start my heart breathing
so fast until I can hardly let go.
I feel your words like sand on a beach
they are still in my head and will never
decease.  Your words are so brand
new and alive, for they are the only
thing that is helping me to survive.

You touched my heart like no other I have
known, the way in which you love me
I wil never do you no harm.  Your words
is like an ocean running free, all I want
them to do is pour all over me.

You touched my heart like a child playing
with a toy, he love it so much because
it brings him so much joy. That is how 
you touch my heart, giving and bringing
me so much joy, it makes me feel like
a child with his new toy.

You touched my heart every day of my
life, that is why I do not care about all
the sacrifice. I wil do everything to make
you happy just as long as I know I am
the apple of your eye and that you will
do or say nothing to make me
cry.

You touched my heart from this day
forward, there can never be another
you because you are what I need and
it is me for you and you for me that
is the only way it is going to be.
you touched my heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


Details | List | |

10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos

Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus

4142013


Details | I do not know? | |

She is the One

His strong arm wraps her frail, labored shoulders
Together they whisper against the clear, glass wall
All pain has passed, and they behold an answered prayer
A glorious blossom that has been entrusted to their hands
The child in the bed has a smile of morning 
They know but still they ask – Is she the one?

The voices crouch upon the bedroom windowsill
looking in from the night with curious eyes
Their fairy hands clasped together as though in prayer
Watching the rosy dreams that float above the girl
whose sleepy sighs breathe through the room like a song
With pressed fingers, they think – Is she the one?

He holds the black and white photo with his fingertips
as though when touched with flesh it might fade away
like the ending of a perfect dream, that lasts, in memory
yet hangs like aurora lights – there but not there. 
Raven-black eyes kiss the sweet face in the picture
and written on his sighing lips – Is she the one?

She is like a willow, he, the poet resting in her shade 
Bound with much more than two golden rings
It is long since they have given oaths of eternal love
But not once have their hearts stepped away from each other
With eyes made one they watch their child wreathed in lilies
Unspoken are their words – Is she the one?

He has been at the bedside for the past ten days
He has been beside her for the past fifty years
Wrinkled hand holds wrinkled hand, together tender
The sweet face, now lined and creased, is more than beautiful
He remembers the old picture, the love-wrought words
A smile recalls them – Is she the one?

Above them, unseen, the voices have returned
The slender lights that have always watched her 
through the years from the beginning, and now at the end
Their eyes are wet, but they have come to fetch the soul,
her innocent heart to take away in their fairy hands
Like music are their words – Is she the one?


Details | Ballade | |

This cosy love

This cosy love

In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.

You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.

And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs


Details | ABC | |

12-14-12

Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go 
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning 
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability 
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him  as much as  I did

R.I.P
(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)
12-14-12



Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

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

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

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

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

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

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

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

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Rhyme | |

MY BEST FRIEND

Today, I want to tell you something dad,
Which makes me feel very glad!
You are my best friend,
On whom I can always depend.
I remember,
The times we have spent together.
Talking and arguing,
Laughing and fighting,
Singing and dancing,
Reading and cracking jokes,
Also teasing our folks.
Commenting on new advertisement, 
Was our favourite form of entertainment. 
Sometimes we would watch weird movies,
And enjoy trying new pastries at Monginis. 
You were and are a wonderful cashier,
Who always supported me in studies and career.
You have faced a lot of trouble,
To make me independent and able.
I am proud to be your daughter,
And I know I can never return your favour.
Today I understood, 
Since I am in this phase of motherhood,
How my husband takes care of me,
Actually, indirectly for his child to be.

Like me, my child will also be fortunate,
To have you as grandfather is something very great.
I sincerely pray my wish comes true,
That my husband should also become a ‘father’ like you!


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


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

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

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

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

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

 

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Son of Love's Union

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Set You Free

You make me laugh,
You make cry,
You make my heart skip a beat,
Even though you don’t try,

I really can’t imagine,
Living my life without you,
Our little girl would be sad,
And I would be too,

You say you want out,
So I will set you free,
I feel I have no other choice,
It will be just her and me,

I’m sorry for all the hurt,
And also for the pain,
At one point we were happy,
I wish things had stayed the same,

I wish you all the best,
And a happy life too,
But just remember,
We will always love you.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Child, 1 2 1

A spirit as fragile as glass
A soul virgin in depth
As innocent to the world as to him or herself.
A stranger to emotions, a vessel covered in flesh and a unknown purpose here, on this earth  
to be discovered , yet.
Circumstances surrounding his or her conception is not known, but the child is a "gift" from 
one... to two...then back to one.
The Child is "joy" whether a daughter or son.
A world commanded by nine and not by ten, created of three, defined as one.
Let the writer's write about the child's world in view and inform the Gatekeeper to prepare to review .  

copyright @2004,2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins  


Details | Tanka | |

Her Hungering Demands

She, in natures bloom Pulsating lips now craving Hungering demands I to thee in loving call Creativity of two .


Details | Narrative | |

Ex's

I put aside All the hurt and pain, And keep in mind All the things I’ve gained. I still remember The good things too, From all of the ex’s I’ve been through. Ex Number One Was my first love, He gave me such inner strength That there’s nothing I’m afraid of. From him also came My special first born son, And my first wonderful daughter The second child born. Ex Number Two Emotional control came to me, He also gave my children The best grandparents ever to be. He fathered my second son A child so very wise, And my last little baby girl Who gets the eye from all the guys. Ex Number Three Gave me the dancing I still long for, Will there ever be another With such style and grace on the dance floor? I even gained a stepdaughter Who is as special as the rest, She is also my friend And I wish her all the best! Ex Number Four Was always thoughtful of me, And he taught me that a handyman Is something that I could even be. He tried very much To make me happy somehow, He was a wonderful friend And he’s still my pal. Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | I do not know? | |

Outside Looking In

From my view, outside looking in
He sees a mother who without the help of a man cares for her daughter in the still darkness of night
She wakes her daughter with smiles, games, and all the love she desires
He sees the love and gentleness that she expresses toward her daughter even in the shadows of tribulation this world has put on her.
She selflessly lives without her previous desires 
He sees her work all day and through the night doing what God intended for two.  Cooking, cleaning, teaching, inside, outside, up and down
She is relentless seeking the best for the reason,   her daughter
She thinks that no one knows, cares, or understands. She thinks God placed the entire world on her shoulders
Because she is strong enough,     but she’s wrong
He sees a child who never wants to leave her mother’s side, she is safe there, she knows her mother’s desires, her view isn’t obscured, unlike her mother’s view
Her mother has been mistreated by man, who was supposed to be the image of God
He sees a child who needs her mother; she needs her mother to trust God, not man. She needs her mother to completely understand the unfailing LOVE of Christ
He sees a daughter who will be, by no mistake, exactly like her mother 
He stops 
He sees a man in the mirror that He would never be
He really wants to bare the burdens of three
He has been in the shadows of tribulation, he’s been that child in the stillness of that same night, he never thought anyone knew, cared or understood at all
He sees that man in the mirror was wrong
He has read about a love that never fails or dims. He now feels that love from within. He finally stop believing the lies he was told.
He hopes I get the chance to teach what I have been told.


Details | Rhyme | |

that single moment

a single moment when you know your life is turning bright,
a single moment when you look at your new born child and know everythings going to be alright
....
a flash back appers going all threw your head, how that one amazing moment the day you got legaly wead, to the love of your life and you know that you are his one and only wife,
to that day yes that day you had created life,
that one single moment a single tear falls down your cheak,
looking at your new born child geting excited like a freak.
....
That one moment you start to pray that you wish he could of been there,
that one amazing moment he had made a child that is so beautiful and rare.
That one spicial moment you know when your child turns seven,
that one sad moment you have to tell your child your fathers is in heaven
...
that moment laying in the hopsital with a new born at your side.
that moment when you start to tear up and cry because you know you really miss the love of your life.---Larissa summitt



Details | Free verse | |

Not Just another Love Poem

Love is discovered in so many ways
Different kinds we share today
For love is near, not far away
Have you discovered your love today?

Every time a mother gazes at her new born baby
Love is discovered in another way
A mother’s love does not change
It only grows as her child changes

A Father’s pride is how he shows his love
Love is discovered in another way
A father’s love is always shone through pride
In the works his children have done

When a child gets a pet
Love is discovered in another way
A child’s love is unchanged
Tears fall when the pet finally goes away

As we grow and as we change
Love is discovered in new ways
Be you a husband, father, mother, or wife
Love is sure to follow you all of you life


Details | I do not know? | |

"WHISKEY,BEER AND WINE"

When I was young I had a hard life.
My mom and dad decided not to stay husband and wife.
No one was there when I was in trouble.
I needed love and someone to cuddle.
As a child I deserved better than I had.
A child should always be happy not sad.
There was nothing in my life to make me proud.
I smoked I drank I hung out with the wrong crowd.
I had a cigarett in one hand a drink in the other.
Through life all I had was my sisters and brothers.
I was headed for the gutter and going nowhere.
So I found someone that loved me and showed me he cared.
I finally decided to change my life.
So I married my husband and became a mother and a wife.
                                Teresa Skyles


Details | Free verse | |

SPam and Craig

"Proper Pam im-promiscuity carries a
tepid torch against the blank footlights
of a dimlit digital marital marquee---last on the 
billing of a car-null double featurette like
a black and white bijou plotless rerun
hand cranked by an arthritic arm;
pit pursuant of
quicksand lust with a gray gaze monotony
able to hitchhike from a plavce point left
only undetermined,
I've seen more action from a shoe sticky floor
or a large hole in an uncomfortable seat cushion,
not to "juxtapare"  mind me but what a
chronofile,   if briefcases  couldspeak and not the
numbers from the credit card diction-ary of child
desires---stratfied pleasures far from TILT
lean calmly on majestic inconsequentials--like
ships passing in the night.
a blue ribbon in a cud chewing contest


Details | Free verse | |

Never Again

Woman and child are dragged to the gate. The husband thrashes, but by then it's too late. The conductor points to left or to right. Neither direction survives much past tonight. The former brings them to a deathly gas; In the latter, they must be fit enough to pass. The wife weeps when forced to port. The man and son will work 'til their lives are cut short. The woman is stripped, then beaten and raped. The child digs a ditch; with a shovel it's scraped. The husband gets bread, but never enough. His spouse gets a room in which people are stuffed. The grave complete; the guard turns his gun on the boy. In the room with the gas, all lives are destroyed. The man is assigned to work with the fires. And after seeing his wife he embraces the wires. Three innocents: victims of the Holocaust. When people follow blindly, all is lost.


Details | Free verse | |

Preach

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare
Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut
Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut
You watch him out the window glass
Retreating figure gone at last

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Things get harder, mothers fired
Baby is toddler and much too tired
Money is in short supply
If only father would just comply 
To help raise his growing kid
Instead he ran and lost his bid
A single tear stains the cheek
Of a mother's soul who's much too weak

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mothers dead, everything's blown
Toddler is small child left alone
Father drunk, stumbling back
Custody left to this piece of slack
Days are long and too far gone
Nights are worse, he's never done
Talking his beer scented words speaking
He says to his child be kind, PREACHING

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Small child has developed
Distinguished individual moving up
Swearing to the sky blue
They will be nothing like you
Father in jail thief from the night
Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight
A smile to the grown child
A tear from the man of the wild

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder


Details | Verse | |

The Lord is the Head of My Home

 
There are those that let the bottle dictate their heart,
For unknown reasons they think it seems to make them smart.
The deeper they dive into that hooch the smarter they get,
Till they find they’re hooked and really don’t want to quit.

Then life takes on a new meaning, and it’s all about them,
And they expect everyone to pay the utmost attention to their every whim.
They seem to lose focus about why God put them here,
So they drink another six pack with the idea that this will help make it clear.

From experience I can truly speak on this story I write,
I could tell you some good war stories and how I use to lay out drunk all night.
And how when I’d come home and I’d find faults with the misses, just to cover my rear.
Now I thank God she didn’t leave me for now that would be my greatest fear.

And this is especially true to all those dads out there,
These are seeds you are planting so be careful if you care.
For what a child sees they have the right to act the same,
Love and kindness should be all they ever see, then they will have no one whom they can
point the finger of shame.

It is never to late to turn your life around and be the person God intended you to be,
And I don’t mean to be preaching I just know what God did for me.
There is nothing more heartbreaking than seeing a child behind bars because they wanted to
be like dad.
Think about it brother I’ve been there and it made me feel pretty bad.

It’s your life and you know if you’ve got a problem or not,
I knew I had a problem and I was tired of the devil being my mascot.
When I started living for Jesus I started seeing things with a different view,
A better outlook you’ll have when you realize it is not always about you.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Help Me To Be

Looking down on the new born child
Our Father gave to us
I quickly looked to the years we have ahead
And asked Him, help me to be
The kind of father I should be
Lead me through the restless night
When our child lies awake
And the times she’ll need a change
Be with me through her younger years
And help me to calm her fears
Give me the words to say
When she comes for advice
That I might lead her
The straight and narrow way
When I’m about to show my anger
Over something she’s said or done
Please remind me
Of all I’ve said and done against Your will
And the love You show me still
But most of all enable me
To be a bright and shining light
So when it comes time to choose
Between what’s wrong or right
Our child will know
And want to share
In Your never ending love
God, help me to be
The kind of father I should be

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
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Domestic Abuse

  

What gives so called parents certain rights,
   A child is a gift from God not something you fight.
I’ve heard the excuse when I get drunk I just loose control,
   I say to you if you take your anger out on a child you have no soul.
A child has to have discipline I’ll be the first to agree.
   I’ll admit I’ve placed my child across my knee.
But I had enough sense to know when enough was enough.
   I wasn’t trying to prove something or trying to be tough.
My kids I love with all my heart,
    And they heard that nearly everyday from the start.
A man to me is not a man if he has to beat on his family if that’s his plan.
    And to the ladies out there I say to you walk away from this type of man.
They won’t change they don’t possess the desire,
    They’ve shorted out their overload wire.
Call the cops are do what you must, 
    There is help out there, there’s people you can trust.
The odds are less than one in a thousand he will ever change.
    Something is wrong with their mind they are deranged.
How many women and children have died from this form of abuse,
    Trying to break away just trying to get loose.
There is no clear cut answer just leave when you can.
     And no matter what never return to this type of man.


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Something Too Many Of Us Have Suffered

It's like an epidemic,
There's no immunity,
Could happen to you,
Sure happened to me...

You find, out of the blue,
Of your marriage, old or new,
You are the only one married,
Your spouse's devotion seems 
to have varied,
The lump in your throat,
when you found out,
Didn't leave a doubt,
And the throbbing lump
in your heart,
Made your wish from life,
to depart...
It's as if it were but yesterday,
The pain etched in so, that way...
I ran out of tears,
Ran out of hope,
Ran out of beers,
'Fridge full of fears...
How many years,
Have I wasted while
her leers,
Were directed at other men,
From her spider's den??...

And worse than that,
you know,
Her abuse of you did show,
In front of your kids,
Cutting you down before their eyes,
With all her tricks and filthy lies

Emasculated, ground to dust,
Like a nail encased in rust,
No self-respect did she leave
For me to ever achieve

Well I left and that was why,
I left all that I had, to cry
She kept the house,
the cars, the money,
But believe me, my honey...
She kept my children too
And I was forever blue...

The most poignant moment
of my life....
As I packed to leave my wife,
My youngest son, then seven
Crying and begging to heaven
For me not to go...
My heart, already shattered,
now bled,
There was no out for me,
At least that I could see,
I took my few things and left,
But my heart was the real sad theft,
My crying child I still hear implore,
For me, the hurt, to endure,
Don't go off in the night...
My child was filled with fright.

I am so sad to relate this, it is true. TB