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Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Rhyme | |

An Open Door

   I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.
Someone closed it from inside,
where all the painful, bad things hide.
And I think I'm in here too,
a child that knows not what to do.

   Scared and lonely , so afraid,
peering through a darkened shade,
Seeing my life pass me by,
because I'm too afraid to try,
to find someone who has the key,
that unlocks the door and sets me free.

   Is it more than just a game,
to feel something besides the shame?
The child inside me wants to know,
but somehow I just can't let it go.
   I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.


Details | Free verse | |

Jekyll's Hide



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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be


Details | I do not know? | |

Rendezvous

A newborn baby cries, 
As an old man dies, 
Will they ever meet?
Not walking down a street, 
(Yet perhaps they still did cross eachother's path,)
As the child raced through the heavens to his life, 
And the man raced on to again be with his wife,
Perhaps the man did wish the child 'Good Luck', 
As the anxious child uttered back 'Good Job', 
Yet maybe not, perhaps they never met at all, 
The old man went only to a grave, 
And the child came straight from the womb, 
Yet it's something to wonder about!


Details | Rhyme | |

Familiar (terzanelle)

In bonds of blood, and bound in timeless role –
protect and guide, and ours is but to know,
to take as such, though not to make us whole.

From helpless birth, their duty is to owe
this life the ultimate in selflessness,
protect and guide, and ours is but to know,

to look within a limited caress
and past the learned ability to lead
this life, the ultimate in selflessness,

for who are they to know how to proceed?
The child will live beyond expectation
and past the learned ability to lead

a life for mere approval’s salvation
(as unconditional is not profound).
The child will live beyond expectation

in knowing true awareness can’t be found
in bonds of blood, and bound in timeless role –
(as unconditional is not profound) 
to take as such, though not to make us whole.


Details | Elegy | |

ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


Details | Acrostic | |

Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Personification | |

Beautiful Inside and Out

Hello world here I am this is how it is going to go you accept me for who I am or you are not.

I am a child of God and I know for a fact that he made me in his own special way.

So sick and tired of people saying what is beautiful and what is not.

I am like a rose so delicate, soft and beautiful I shine like the sun with that special glow.

So sick and tired of the magazines saying that I have to be a size in order to be accepted.

I have to look like a movie star I have to have big breasts, a flat stomach and a big butt.

In order to be called beautiful I am a goddess anyhow I am a queen who shines with the stars who glows with the moon and who is beaming like the sun.

I am who I am and I refuse to change for anyone they are going to have to accept me for who I am or they are going to have to keep it moving.

I love who I am in this skin I am in this skin I shine in this skin I glow in this skin I am a child if God.


Details | Rondeau | |

Whose Child Is This

Whose child is this, before me laid A gift of God, from his love made Two tiny hands my heart embrace This one who chose my world to grace So innocent, so unafraid As each small feature is surveyed Life as I knew it starts to fade As I gaze down upon this face Whose child is this Oft to my Lord, my wish conveyed Each evening for this child I prayed All my misgivings now displace My emptiness of heart erase Has He at last my fears allayed Whose child is this
02//23/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm a child again

I’m a child again

I’m a child again and it’s such fun
To kick a ball, and laugh, and run
And walk down to the local park
And being bad, oh, what a lark

I love to watch those colored birds
This always kind of gets me stirred
Their lovely hues, my eyes they daze
These lovely birds do me amaze.

But there is one thing that I do hate
At bath times, fuss I do create 
And mum and dad, they get real mad
I suppose I do play up a tad.

And also I do hate that school
With all its daft, and silly rules
But when I write my little stories
That’s when I get my share of glory.

But really, If I had the choice
I’d really like to raise my voice
And tell them ‘I want out of this!!
Being a child gives me no bliss!’

27 August 2013 @ 1722hrs.


Peter Duggan. You're a kid again contest...Age ten


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 | Rhyme | |

I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


Details | Free verse | |

Why do We do What we do do do

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Rhyme | |

Silly Girl

Seething sounds of laughter,
escape her soft, gentle lips –
Teasing trickery thereafter,
as her beauty abruptly slips.

Vainly seeking redemption,
now lost within a cruel night – 
insecurely pursuing an answer,
deeply  buried within delight.

Exposing uncertain secrets,
once submerged within a tide – 
projecting strength and purity,
her weakness she tries to hide.

Vanity consumes her visions,
devouring her foolish dreams – 
succumbing to the realization,
life is not all what it seems.

What a silly, naïve child she is,
believing there’s good in all you see….
What an embarrassment to her vanity,
that silly, naïve child inside of me.


Details | Sestina | |

Idella's Gift

There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind 
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the blue of spring violets vain 
the scent of lilacs in the air and pine needles in the mix.   
Sometimes too, the memory of her sweet breath does rise 
of Black Jack gum or peppermint and all those summer times.

The search for new spout dandelions the mushrooms other times
And summer’s end brought black blue teeth a blueberry’s remind.
We’d dig for bait with cans of tin, Idella, grandma mine, and rise
from ‘neath the patched quilts of calico so bright.
By chance to fish within the stream, trout in our breakfast mix
along with silly shaped pancakes so placed on china vain.

The beauty of her sky blues eyes never was so vain
that wisps of salt and pepper hair gave time
its only claim. To rise like yeast a child within this mix
to hear a bark of terrier and feel Babe’s tongue remind
of childhood days a Grandma’s house. Idella our bright
find. Take those blessed tender hands and rise

Touch childhood cheek like dough of white and rise
have no dark dwelling thoughts of blue blood in the vein
the thinness of her fragile skin the dimmed light so bright
just remember love full of the better times.
And with the scent of venison and sizzling pans remind
laced with home made butter, fried onions in the mix.

How had Idella’s loveliness from German bloodlines mixed
together with the stalwart Grandpa Trussell’s rise
to birth the lively bunch of child my Mom’s remind?
When in the dark of night the rush of red rolls through my vein
mind light flies and flickers like the candle flame of time
and I return on winged horse within a dream so bright.

Smell the wood smoke from the stove caste iron bright.
See the siblings teasing cat and dog within the mix.
The mantle clock’s brass pendulum sings in time.
Hear the winter wind blow through the rafter’s rise
like tucked in chicks the storms blew all in vain,
now only grand kids live these tales and do remind.

Always in the darkest times I think of my Idella bright
and Gram reminds me of both joy and sorrow’s mix
soon like the wind on weathervane I'll rise to heaven and her kiss.




Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Free verse | |

Haunted

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

The Revenant

Awake the child that ached for years
The frightened man, ashamed of fear
I hold too tightly to this place
The reverence that lead to waste

Silent virtue comes undone
The burning pain, and dying sun
I can’t recall what I did want
And all that’s left is dead and gone

Innocence was spent on pain
My mind was twisted; left insane
The heart that tried to rise above
Was left alone because it never could

Depth and silence masquerade
The embodiment of all I say
My shadow crawling closer now
As I begin to question how

The misery that took my breath
Refracts itself until my death
This mirror world that will not break
Reflects to me all of my mistakes

Awake the ice that I’ve become
This destiny has overrun
The fallen centuries that I’ve felt
And all the heartache I have dealt

The vision of a child is gone
The fearful man has come upon
The image of a dying world
What’s left behind – no longer held


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Ballad | |

My Gull Wheels On

As a child empowered by youth, 
All is wonder, 
All is truth, 

Faith projecting as a wake, 
A child of God, 
Runs free these days, 

Oh Lord, I have been so blessed, 
To know your love, 
Feel your caress, 

Now I watch as the children play, 
And loving tears swell, 
...Thank you for this day. 

To feel the warm sun, wind and sand, 
A glorious gift, 
A glorious plan, 

Watch the seagulls as they wheel and dive, 
Searching for scraps, 
Screeching in delight, 

Never do they question - nor do they ask, 
For more than they need, 
Or more than they have, 

And in this spirit so free and strong, 
I live, learn and love, 
As my gull wheels on!

My Gull Wheels On
aka Michael Wilson


Details | I do not know? | |

Is it justice or injustice

If i allow a mother to steal food, in order to feed her babies. Does that make me 
an angel or criminal? How do we as people not take responsibilty to change our 
own destiny?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i don't take the time to teach this mother to stand, to be self reliant, to have faith, 
to face her fears. If i don't teach her compassion and self respect. Does that 
make me part of the problem or the solution?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i don't register to vote because i believe the system is broke. How then can i sit 
on this mother's jury, with 11 others to deceide if she committed a crime?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the truth to be silenced by her economics or her up bringing. Am I giving 
her an excuse to keep on?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i check hispanic as my race because my other choices demand that i deny my 
mother. Does that mean that i disrespect my own people?Does that mean i don't 
believer in Dr. King's dream?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the disrespect of another's faith, from one coming of my own. Does that 
mean I have no faith in my own beliefs?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i adopt a child from a a foreign country. Does that make me heartless to the 
needs of the here?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If am a solider supporting my family and I must go to war. Does that mean I 
support the reasons behind the war?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If am a hard working law abiding citixen . Does that mean that it is none of my 
concern how the system punishes criminals of differnt races?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If my child is on life support and my insurance won't cover no more treatment . 
Who then has the right to deceide if my child lives or dies?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i justify my wrong doings with excuses of what was done to me and my people.
Will you tell me what that makes me?
For justice is the right of everyone!

Justice is everyone's freedom to think, feel, love, have no limits in what one can 
do. Justice is to receive the respect of everyone. Not to be judged for sex,race or 
faith. To have equal opportunities for you and I!
To quote Dr. King's words, " Injustice anywhere threatens justice everywhere!" 
end quote.
For any injustice hurts everyone!


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


-Kalonji A. Davis
2/18/2010


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Lip Service

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

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

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

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

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

Still, we will prevail.



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She Was Beautiful

Whispers...

Don't wake her,

Let her rest.


Whispers....

Don't tell her,

She's not ready.


Whispers awakened her

From a drug induced 

Slumber.


She listens 

For a voice

So familiar

It could have been her own.


A voice 

Cooing at a child,

Smiling in it's vibrations

Making promises

It will keep,

Making promises 

It can never keep.


This voice was not there

Among the whispers,

And yet she yearned

To hear this voice.


The slumber was thick

And yet she swam

To the surface

Using all she could summon

To break the surface 

To break the slumber.


As her eyelids fluttered

A strong hand 

Grasped her hand,

Pulling her through

To the real world.


He sat at her bedside,

A face as familiar

As her own.

And with her eyes

She asked the question

He was afraid to answer.


"She was beautiful."


It was the word 

Was

That plunged her back

Into the abyss of dreams

And unrealized wishes,

Leaving her there 

For a day,

Or was it two.


When she woke,

Those words roused her.


When she slept,

Those words were her lullaby.


No child

Rested in her arms,

Once nestled in her womb.


No child 

Suckled at her bosom,

Now heavy with sustenance.


No child 

To cry out

For her mother.


Time waits for no one,

And days pass,

Then weeks and months

And soon a year 

Had come and gone.


Soon another child

Filled her womb

And this child was born,

And then another,

And then another.


Three children

Had rested in her arms,

Suckled at her bosom

And cried out to her,

Their mother.


And when asked

About the fourth

She would say,

"She was beautiful."


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Regaining power

Regaining Power.

He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds
And he doesn’t even notice passing strangers
He’s been here ‘bout a thousand years forever all alone
And he’s always looking out for passing danger.

Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory
As the child calls out in panic “I am here
They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower
And all around I’ve built a wall of fear

But it’s his pain it is his game
As he prowls around his cage
He lives in vain, is he insane?
And fear ignites his rage.

The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire
The little boy he must regain his power
And tell the world “I’m here, I’m here” and feed the burning fire
It would take this much to open up his flower.


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another day

pale pink is the pre-dawn sky
"pink sky in mourning..."
today will be a pre-proceeding
- for some it will be the same
for some it will purvey monumental,
tsunamic, quaking, flashing innocence
as a muffled buzzing and pounding followed
by eerie stony silence enveloping the sun

FLASH! - what you knew you knew is gone
flash of white to yellow to red to black
billowing dread washes over as waves 
upon waves cover all good of the world
and flotsam of teared memories float
in mind and vision from past treasures

dangerous are those loving thoughts
unarmed without any weapons of indifference
vulnerable to the suffering and anguish
to stagger about befuddled and weeping
singularly, communally the onlookers look on

and piles of cairned candles and trinkets
appear out of nowhere, everywhere
feeble attempts to express hurt and good
- no good will come - yet - in time -
in time - time scabs over the wounded

the blood-letting stops, tears wither
and night follows this immemorable day
that we always remember, eons from now
as if it were last hour that i noticed the time, 
where did it go?, when will it stop?

© Goode Guy 2012-12-17

http://www.npr.org/2012/12/17/167427982/afghanistan-bomb
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/14/167248541/developing-shooting-at-elementary-school-in-newtown-conn
http://www.npr.org/2012/12/04/166519628/at-least-13-syrian-children-killed-in-mortar-attack


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It use to be me

It use to be me
who lit up your eyes
It use to be me
Who told you goodnight
It use to be me
Who asked you to stay
And lay here beside me
Till I drift away
But now there's another 
Whose heart that you need
Who only needs grandma 
To comfort his weeps

It use to be me
Now, a son that's too old
To walk with your hand
When I feel all alone
It use to be me
Who ran to your arms
Now another has comfort
Safe from all harm
From a son I am grateful
What you've given my child
But it use to be me
Who brought you a smile
So I hope he remembers
What these memories mean
That it use to be me
But time never sleeps

Kevin D. Fix


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Inner Child

in the deepest recesses of my heart lies an innocent child filled with fear full of despair, afraid of the mile he's been lied to decieved and misguided and his fears and emotions he does hide it he fears the world in all its iniquities and the challice runneth over since the days of antiquity the stoic progeny whom lies in the depths of my soul can only relfect the darkness that lingers within for he has been the incumbent occupant the disembodied scholar of sorrow entrapped in a landscape of sin but as my heart grows darker the image of the child fades into perdition and the holistic journey of life becomes insuperable as the psyche finds itself in a catankerous battle of subconscious submissions the will of the inner child manifests his cries through the conscious corridors of the mind and the release of emotions that hindered the heart flow like sweet nectar from a bottle of wine we forgive others to forgive ourselves so that the hinderance that was placed on our shoulders is now placed on the shelves as the darkness of the heart is exposed to the light the child that once feared the dark is no longer a creature of the night for only the shepard calls to his sheep one out of ninety nine the spotless the meek redeemed is the child who suffers the path saved is the soul who is warned of the wrath


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Here it comes now

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


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A Child Outside

I sit and watch a child outside my window An air of innocence is on display Life is new to him, he has not felt yet Things within his mind that cause dismay The jubilance of youth is overwhelming Everything he sees he must explore Adventure lurks around each hidden corner Nothing is too little to ignore Expressions on his face greet each new treasure Validated by his youthful smile Then off again to solve another mystery His attention held by each but a short while It seems that as I watch, the child grows older The magic of his world begins to wane Reality becomes his new companion His boyish flights will not return again I sit and watch a child outside my window But I am not sure that is what I see I think that what I view is a reflection The memories of the child that once was me


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Gift Of Mortality

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


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The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


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Regaining innocence

Regaining innocence.

The road to sweet maturity
Does not mean growing old
Growing old is filled with pain
Growing up, it be pure gold
Gaining back one’s innocence
To see through a child eyes
Is the path that leads to paradise
It’s the road to being wise.

‘Lest ye become a child again’
I read in a holy book
You cannot go through Heaven’s gate
One has to take a look
So deep within, to find the ‘soul’
The one you truly be
To look with the eyes of innocence
Would make a man walk free.

To be child-like; not childish!!
This be the only goal
If one would seek maturity
And let it make her whole
The child in each who live on Earth
Has been stolen so it seems
To find ones innocence again
Would cause the light to beam.

19 November 2013 @ 1950hrs.


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My world

I live in a world where there is no flow and ebb 
where flies are snared in the spiders web

Where anger is the clothing that spirits wear 
hand me down garments soiled with fear 

Where eyes fail from weeping incapable of emotions 
and the heart bears the tsunami the bodies waves like the ocean's 
  
In the winepress of the psyche I trample the virgin daughter of bliss 
and beyond the landscape of sin and firmament of folly lies the serpents hiss 

I live in a world where wisdom and knowledge collide similar to protons 
Where innocence is slaughtered like Salem's pillars and scions 

As the lion makes a kill its the jackel that profits 
but before the jackel appears its the hyena that mocks it 

And as the prey that is stalked is slain without pity 
The herds of people represent stock roaming the cities 

Women eat their offspring and they dont even know it 
While the scheme of men cast shadows over truth not to show it 

In my world my eyes flow unceasingly without mercy without ease 
as vengeance owns depth, so deep it stalks the forrest beyond trees 

In my world the mind constantly mocks the heart 
While guilt is the warden whom imprisons the soul in the dark

Like the rain that suffocates the land with a constant pour 
My inner child cries louder than thunder or a lion with a constant roar 

In my world an infants tongue adheres to roof of its mouth 
and food is as scarce to child as insects are to a grouse 

Nurtured in purple but racked with hunger 
It is better to die by the sword then to live with famine in numbers 

Joy has dispersed from our hearts and dancing has moved to mourn 
as brightness has merged with the dark the fabric of happiness is torn


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The Outstretched Palm of Gabriel

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

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

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

never regret
ever regret
never


Details | I do not know? | |

Light child

A child is born
all loving, forgiving, honest,
a special child of the light,
eyes wide open, awake,
the wolves are happy,
to feast at the table of its suffering.
Feed it just enough love to survive,
milk it of its light, little by little
suckling its love, its forgiveness,
a sweet delicacy for a vampiric world.

The child becomes a young adult...
control, conformity, submission,
overwhelming expectations,
no freedom, no love, no peace,
a barrage of others suffering,
cant get it off me, out of my head!
out of my heart, it hurts!
Its all too much! 
Why do they all hurt me?
Why are they not honest like me?
How can they be so mean to me?
What is wrong with me?
I just want a taste of love, 
to remind me why I am alive!!





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A Son Who Turned His Back On God


I know of a son who turned his back on the God he once knew!
Praying for him, was all that his family could hope to do!

The truths taught to him as a child, he now began to reject!
Spending an eternity without God…  He refused to accept!

He told his friends, about his “newfound theology.”
It sounded like he found some new kind of psychology.

Rather than accept the truth of God’s word, as he would find.
He would twist scripture to fit his own state of mind!

He would say; “the God of heaven and hell doesn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t matter how you live!”  Is what he’d insist!

He rejected God’s gift and wonderful plan of salvation…
And chose to believe “whatever fit his own situation.”

I began to see his life sputter from a hurtful heart.
It just seemed like everything around him “fell apart.”

God wanted to help, but he didn’t believe he needed him!
God was there!  But he made it clear that he didn’t believe him!

Many years went by, and this son started growing old.
He became a bitter and broken person, I’ve been told!

He did his best to remove God from his family and home.
Now, it was just him!  And he was all alone!

Then one night, he cried out and called on Jesus’ name!
And confessed of all of his sin, guilt and shame!

This son, who had drifted from God for so many years…
Was filled with a true love, and a joy that brought tears!

He had returned to God!  And God changed him!
God will always be faithful!  And will never leave him!

Won’t you too, accept the life that God wants to give you?
He can change your life!  Just because he LOVES YOU!

By Jim Pemberton   


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Laws of the Dead

The law of emptiness takes form
Choosing a sight beset by storms
A town abandoned by its youth
Decaying resentment for any truth

I walk recounting every deed
Tracing my steps beyond the trees
A child hiding underground
Trying to talk, but lacking sound

His presence pulling at my chords
Anger within as I relate the law
The silent child turns to walk
As lights flicker out, beneath the rock

Waking to water at my knees
Sadness to see my town besieged
All life is taken by this storm
The law of the lonely has taken form

Stricken by pain beyond my time
Holding the laws to calm my mind
Recounting how this could have been
The closer I look, the more I scream

The law of blame now taking form
Finding the cause of this deadly storm
The quiet child takes my hand
A breath of water for this dying man


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Here's to the deadbeat dads

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Lost Children

Lost
Children
Dirt abound
Swollen bellies
The ground for sleeping
They need food and water
Asking for money to help
Nameless faces on the telly
Only one call needed to begin.

©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012


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Three Souls

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

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

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

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

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


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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Dickhead

“Dickhead”

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

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

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

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

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


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LIFE

Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun


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I'LL NEVER GET OVER YOU

I'll never get over you
Even though our time was fast
Memories of you forever last
What you've been through has made me blue
Taking your younger sisters wasn't right
I had second thoughts from the first night
My wife did too

They were 4 and 6 while you were 9
We lied to ourselves that this was fine
We flew home leaving you behind
Adopting the other two while dismissing you
It's what we decided to do...
I'll never get over you!

Seven years have past
Constant thoughts of you persist
And now there's no way to dismiss
Or hide behind a smiling mask; don't even ask
The question that haunts me still
Why we settled for this unthinkable deal
I'm taking myself to task

That even though you're on my mind
Most every day and all the time
I've still never been enough inclined
To have more than two and come for you
It's what we decided to do...
I'll never get over you!

*Story of a family who went to Ukraine to adopt three children and chose to only come home with the two youngest. The now, 16 year old girl, told me the story of being coldly rejected for convenience sake and begged me to find her a loving family before she aged out of the orphan home.  (The story is told through the guilty eyes of the adoptive father).

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Breath let Go

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

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

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

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

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

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

And beneath it all

Sees the farmer

The pattern of his toil

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


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Mourning After Kill Pill

No! Please don't take that pill!
I plead with you, don't make that kill!

I know..you are so very young.
But, I could be a daughter or a son.

My precious little life began at conception..
Please..don't let my blood run crimson..

How do you know, if you don't give me a chance..
If I like playing with cars or learning to dance.

I could have your nose or your eyes.
But, you would not know it..if I die.

I may be of no indifference to you.
But, I have no way..for myself to choose.

Let me live! I cry out silently..
For..I am just a wee little somebody.

Give me a chance! I will make you smile!
Please I plead, keep me around for awhile.

Let me live..I pray and watch me grow!
I'll bring you love and joy and by your little hero.



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Beach Walks

A child I was and nothing more,
When first I gazed upon the sea,
I wandered here along the shore,
A-dreaming all the things to be,
When life was still a mystery,
Each day something new to explore.
A child I was and nothing more,
When first I gazed upon the sea,
But now with you I share my shore,
In realms of love, of you to me,
And so I know my destiny,
Like all the days I knew before.
A child I was and nothing more,
When first I gazed upon the sea.





Form: Rondel Prime


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Children with Masks

Broken in your shadow
And lost within your light
The child who chooses ego
And the man who wants to fly

Embracing every sanctum
Which enshrines your dying cause
To be the one to save you
And forget those scars and sores

The love you now desire
The only good you've known
Will end with how it started
In the pain that you have grown

With loneliness now clinging
Your memory rotting out
You chase the same old reasons
That will make you scream and shout

Your heart now lacks forgiveness
For what you have become
The spiral-end of nothing
Mistaking blindness for the sun

A visage of perfection
This man is just a mask
It reflects your hate on others
As the child selfishly attacks


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Social Survival

A world of burning purpose
A life of freezing rain
Safe within our shadow
And dead within its game

A ghost that buries fortune
A corpse that digs for gold
Between this endless cycle
There’s nothing to behold

A thousand different faces
A faceless child stares
Each a mask I’ve crafted
From everything I’ve heard

The screaming of your nightmares
The whisper of your dreams
Strangers in the distance
I know what crawls beneath

A million different people
A faceless child cries
An infinite collection
Of souls for my disguise

Welcome to survival
This social masquerade
Our stolen features dancing
To the death within this game


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Chasing, Racing

The child ran
Monsters chasing, always racing

The child is running
      Crying and running
And behind him came chasing
Abandoned dreams
Nightmares of regret:
       Monsters.


© Samir Georges
2010


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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Pickled Madness

Born a wee bit 'early' like a crocus
covered in the snow of March
and unwelcome stranger am I to a
clue less world, child of the Jew.

A wee bit early for proprieties sake
yet, Mother never admitted such 
to her dying breath.
Bit 'early' the Mainiac's 
would say "ayah?"
like a daffodil in a soft, wet, ripe
spot of humus in the sun.
A bud of brightness, but, out of place.
Crocus croaking beneath the weight
of prejudice a hybrid combine
of drink and mind
covered in the after birth of woman.

In the snow's furnace Mother was born also.
Child of German extract and Mayflower heir.
Of March mother new little, raised at the foot of Mt. Battie 
and unwelcomed except by she was the
stranger.......

Am I not, the child of 'pickled madness', aye.
To a clue less world was I born.
Clue less as to the exotic mix
world child as are so many now
of the Jew.

* New Form each line begins with words in order
taken from the first verse.
**See About the Poem


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I am a Child Woman

I am a child, beguiled by sweets and word treats
Enticed and spiced by phrases and rhymes that chime
Naive, I grieve over my gullibility, for you see
Words are to me, a living entity, sweet poetry

I am a child woman
A woman child
Believing, seeking, needing 
My world wonder of words
To be real... I want to feel, not to conceal
I’m blind to what’s disguised…written lies
My heart cries
I pay the price
I pay the price

I am a woman
I am a child
But, alas, a lover's heaven is not for such as these

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Lyric | |

Empty Tables

there are empty tables
many empty tables
in this country
and in this 
world

I sit
and I look at one of them
and wonder
if anyone else feels the way 
I do

when their child tells them
they are hungry
and you have 
no food to give 
them

and then your child cries
and then you cry
and then they cry 
some more
and then you cry

until finally
you both
just go to bed 
living with a hunger
that does not ever sleep

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 8th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


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The First Times With My Daughter

the first time the doctor said to me you're going to be a mom
the first time I felt my child stir in my womb
the first time I looked at her when they placed her on my stomach
the first time she smiled at me and I knew it was not gas
her first tooth, her first step
the first time she said "Mama"
her first sleep over and I called every hour to see if she wanted to come home
her first pajama party and she would not allow me in the room
her first crush, her first heartbreak and we talked about boys over ice cream
her first menstrual cycle and I gave her that talk about the birds and the bees
the time we went shopping for her first bra 
and she chose the one with the little pink bow on the front just like I did
her first car date and I had more information on that  boy than the FBI
her first prom and I took so many pictures 
that my husband snatched the camera out of my hands
the first night she was gone away to college and I cried and worried all night
until she called me in the morning and told me how great everything was 
the first time she told me she was seriously in love and asked for my sage advice
the first time I meet the young man, who I thought was taking away my baby
and found out he was perfect for her
the first time she told me she was getting married and she showed me the 
engagement ring and we both jumped up and down with glee
the first time I saw her in her wedding gown 
and I couldn't speak over the lump in my throat
the first time she told me she was pregnant 
and she was so scared and excited at the same time
the first time she placed my granddaughter in my arms
she looked at me, kissed my cheek and said "Mommy I love you
and I pray that I will be as great a mom to my child as you were to me"

the first time I realized that this vibrant, intelligent young woman 
is the essence of me, a legacy that will continue on in my grandchild
the first time I said, "Thank you God, we did good".


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


Memories of those delicate tinkling bells,
casually fastened around calloused feet,

take hold of my waking moments,

and fling my thoughts back to a distant time,
where folk-songs were heartily sung,
joyful, yet hopelessly out of rhyme.


I barely saw her, a construction labourer perhaps,
hauling bricks, cement, anything, on a scorching Delhi day,
while in the semi-shade of a Gulmohar tree, her infant silently lay.


A cacophony of thoughts such as these swirl around,
yanking me away from the now, to my cow-dung littered childhood playground.


Now, a lifetime of displacement has hushed the jangling chorus of the past,
to a faint trickle of sounds, as distant as an ocean heard inside tiny sea-shells,

and,

I know, that the orchestral nostalgic crescendo, rises, dips, and swells,
as tantalisingly near, yet a world of time away, as were the tinkling of her ankle-bells.







Details | I do not know? | |

dreams into reality

I had a dream of you again tonight...that makes it about 3years strong....i wonder what the real thing will feel like...to hold you...to see you smile for the first time...the first time you cry...as i put my finger in your hand and you squeeze i wonder what joy will course through my veins...to say your name...to watch you sleep...to watch you as you try to figure out the world...will i miss your first words...or when you crawl...the first time you try to walk will i be there to catch you when you fall...your first birthday...will i be the dad you need me to be....will i fail...all these questions and the worst one i havnt even said....i hate to think it but it has came into my mind every once in a while...what if i never get to meet you...never have the chance to fail or succeed...to never watch you grow..to never have a chance to love you..to never be a father...what if my dreams never become reality....


Details | Rhyme | |

Cry For Them

Cry for the hungry child shivering in the cold.
Cry for the elderly, withering old and gray,
feeling much to old.

Cry for the mother, and the children,
who just lost their dad to drugs and booze.
Cry for the hostages held in limbo,
that just hit the news.

Cry for the lost little boy, who on Christmas eve,
had no parents to share with, nor a single toy.
Cry for the sick daying without a cure.
Cry for the pollution destroying the air,
the sea and the shore.

Cry for the poverty stricken, living in grief.
Cry for the child born with "Aides"
living, ever so breif.

Cry for the victoms desolate and homeless, 
living in the street with no helping hand.
Cry for them all, like I, shed a single tear.
Let them know it is us, that truely care.

For only with true feelings and a little love,
can a time really come, where we will all break down,
and share a moment of love, a moment of time.
And then, all of the tears that are shed,
won't only be mine.


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Sasha

Sasha

I remember when I held your hand
And told you about God,
You listened so attentively
And never thought it odd

I remember when I kissed your head
And watched you go to sleep,
We prayed that if you didn’t wake
The Lord your soul would keep

And as you grew I saw your faith
Grow right along with you,
And you included Jesus
In everything you’d do

I became your hero
With me you knew no shame,
Because I followed Jesus
And taught you to do the same

Every time I talked to you
You learned a little more,
You grew and took the things you learned
As you walked out the door

You had your tribulations
And your fair share of strife,
But Jesus had His hand on you
And guided you through life

As it goes, we lived our lives
And struggled through our days,
You chose to follow Jesus
I went the other way

You got big and I got small
As we went through the years,
I got weak and you got strong
You helped me with my fears

I remember you came to the park
And took long walks with me,
You told me Jesus loved me
And He would set me free
I remember when you held my hand
And watched me fall asleep,
And prayed that God would show me
My weary soul He’d keep

Now you’ve become my hero
With you I know no shame,
Because you followed Jesus
And taught me to do the same


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Bullying ruin lives

Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His peace of mind and sanity is gone
The hurt in his heart 
While the girl he likes helplessly looks on

The frustrations of the parents
Seeing their only child health decline
And the teachers who turn a blind eye
Telling them everything in school is fine

The attempt of suicide one night
When the father saw him with knife
Asking if he will go to heaven or hell
If he takes his own life

The tear of the kidney
For the force of the kicks and blows
The lost of appetite and weight
The suffering only he alone knows

But he did open his mind he said
I can’t got through another year like this
And when they were arrested then many
Told the press what they had witness

Today he is trying to get back his life
But his road is pave with bad memories
And sometimes he almost reaches the end
And then get scared of the shadows of the trees

Then he is right back where he started
And then he has to start again with frustration
Sometime lashing out at his parents and family
Trying to get some much need attention

Looking at him very quite sitting alone
Wondering what’s going on in his poor mind
And wishing to that one day god will
Bring him the peace he so much wants to find

He is a fighter and his will are very strong
Yes today he is along way from there
And I know that eventuality the time will come
His smile will return that has now disappear

The war must be over for now
But every day he has a battle to face
But in the end he will be victorious
And get back his life that has been misplace

So many kids has and are being bulled
And some are talking their own lives
For when you feel all hope is gone
Then it’s very hard to survive

They are sick and tired of the abuse,
and they little minds fought so hard, so very long,
And was just couldn’t make it
through the pain, and stayed strong.

I wish all students will look after the weak
The ones who are very quite and shy
And if the teachers and students do this
Then so many of our children will not have to die


Details | Classicism | |

Children Play

CHILDREN   PLAY.

The children play in the sunshine
In a nascent dawn born of baited bliss
Three pronged foot webs in the sand
Of creatures hungry in the meddler nights.

The dreams that hold immensity of night
Forms sound- sculpted in zones of skies
Strivings born of the search for unknown
Wandering wind in passing left a message.
Shorn of chains in straining culprits of hill
Robbers of lives constrained by prouder will.

The children play in the moonlight
In nutant nights born of burdened bliss
Three panthers striding across the plains
Casting their shadows under starry hiss.


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Slither Slider Sludge

slither slider sluge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain 
with the rage of shadows past

I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows 
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain

listen to the words I say
feel the warmth of summers day
we fight again a waste of time
why should it be this way

slither slider sluge
perhaps we leave the dust
a ray of like a slight decay
perhaps I see the light of day

We took unto this home of ours
a child of the night
a child caste in shadows past
his light of slivers plight 

His cry within the wilderness
I could not turn away
and yet with money speaking
we could not have him stay

begone the the thoughts of money
I could not turn away
I could hear the child heart crying
I had to let him stay

my heart reached out to cover him
in mantels of my soul
together we must shoulder then
the defects of our gaols

And yet we see the start of light
the growth of wisdoms road
as school results begin to shake
the devil from the toad


Details | I do not know? | |

The Last King of Scotland

If you live always as a child and never let the mind grow, what type of seeds will 
you then sow?
 
That of fantasy and selfishness is how a child can think, not understanding how 
ideas can sink. 
 
Without knowing how to decipher the reasons for why things are the way they 
turned out to be.
 
Darkness shadows the light that shows the path to growth and peace.
 
If we live without consequences as a child believes, then we live with intolerance 
and lies.
 
For only through knowledge can our world and our humanity survive



**I wrote this after watching "The Last King of Scotland"


Details | Rhyme | |

Reflected Tears

The child is gone.
The tree is here.
The village windows lit.
Laughter’s left. Joy’s remiss.
Mistletoe brings no kiss.

A sad sight, alone at night,
not one to bring true cheer.

The child is gone.
The Christmas tree is here.
The village’s windows lit.
Beneath the tree the gifts are wrapped
mere tokens, reflect the tears.

The child within, the child without.
The scarcity is clear.
No amount of Christmas lights can quell
the loneliness I feel.


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Success born

5th january2012.

Before you read the poem please put together the first alphabet of each line to understand the theme…success personified (acrostic style with rhyme)

Seeds sown at the child’s birth, Understand that to be born in sin, there is no dearth. Cease to reason why the mother her name is always betrayal, Come on we all know her best girl friends are struggle, heartache, disappointment and denial. Ease into the child ears soft strain of lullabies of hardship,sorrow,grief and of people on trial. Sure we are that the father his name is sufferings, his buddies are tragedy and despair, Sweet child of the unholy union can be the one to get the electric chair, ……………………………… But is known as SUCCESS if given tender loving care, Oh its roots are always never too rich, that of multimillionaire. Rise from the crowd below and climb the steps of glory, Now on is the only aim for him so that in his memoir he can write a fine story….


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Chasing Camouflaging Chameleons

Once, twice, you dreamt to serve humanity,
     the most downtrodden, bogged in poverty;
          but something in you and in society
               convinced you of your dream's futility.

You sought comfort in spirituality,
     so tired and thirsting for tranquility;
          but even that turned out to be a bore,
               so you still searched and craved for so much more.

Blame it on the government, now you say,
     blow it up, beat it down, blast it away;
          but while you bleed and hide from day to day,
               you doubt the why of it, and why you stay.

And so you join the fight in the rat race,
     where wealth is might, you're just a faceless face;
          though you survive, you're so dissatisfied,
               something real and good sorely missing inside.

Now home at last, you work with homegrown ease,
     writing books, singing songs, planting trees,
          cherishing nature's beauty tame and wild,
               seeing it through the eyes of your own grandchild !


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Blood Calls

So many gifts and so much pain
sometimes it seems we've naught to gain
for born within this maze of genes
comes great insight but also burdens

The gift of sensitivity
this rare potential for connectivity
with a genetic map, each child born
must reach out far beyond their skin to transform.

Reach out within creation rampant,
detached from bloods vehement drumming descant
each child must puzzle through the skin of man
interweaving their genetics unplanned?

Since, life and death must ebb and flow
the weak child must pass, the strong must grow, and so..
unprotected sympathy declines
some seek strong drugs while others seek their wine.

It hurts, oh how it hurts to see
to feel, to know, to hush, to be an amputee
but sensitive souls can seldom bare 
raw, bloody life on earth without a care.

And so, they come and go lost souls,
if not aided by a higher hand's control.
We all lose, we lose their divine gift
their plight is ours and death comes swift.


 
 
*Dedicated to Craig Cornish 
and all the sensitive souls who find life
too much and must dull its blows.







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Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


Details | Narrative | |

Sweepstakes

He was a silent man.

He stayed upstairs, typing unceasingly
and during dinner, mumbled accusingly
nothing ever finished

That evening he noticed, 
saw his child sitting in the distance
alone, he crossed the field

He teased; they played, 
among the blades of several hills, 
a thousand times they rolled, 
vibrating

He laughed; they roared
 Disney visions, collaborating 
goose-bumps; torching recollections.

He taught; they practiced
hundreds, of air pockets among them 
they flew like ravens


They went home, and thereafter

He was a silent man; 
his child unspoken.


Details | Free verse | |

Fairytale Child

I was a fairytale child raised in a concrete family always too emotional always too sensitive always lost somewhere in my own imagination trying to love, and be loved trying to be something I was not meant to be like a singular apple growing on a pear tree "Pull your head out of the clouds" they would say to me they never understood I was exactly who I was supposed to be.


Details | Lyric | |

Value

A smile in a thought of a "forever" like this.
A dream from a star's one wish.
A love of a life from a fairy tale one told
To a child with an imagination worth a whole pot of gold.

Can you really put a value to something like this?
Like that feeling you get from your last first kiss?
Or the dreams that come true from a shooting star's wish?
There's no value worth more than all this.

A song from a night from a heart's first glance.
A sway from a dress from a love's first dance.
A rose from a thorn from a child's freedom.
A ring from a night from a tear from one.

Can you really put a value to a moment like this?
To a second in time so carefree as this?
To a heartbeat caused by pure peace and bliss?
To a child's eye lit by a shooting star and a wish?

Could you tell me what it's worth?
Or could you tell me which came first?
Was it hope for a future unknown,
Or happiness from the love that's shown?
Was it a dream from a fairy tale,
Or optimism after every fail?
Because the child that I've never seen
Is one without a single dream.

So tell me,
Can you really put a value to this?
To a first kiss?
A child's wish?
Pure bliss?
To this?
To this moment looking into your eyes?
To a fairy tale defined
By you and I.


Details | Cinquain | |

Another Miracle

Life surrounds us with miracles each and every day
Blinded are the people who don’t see the wonder display

A child who’s born with ten fingers and ten tiny perfect toes
A child who’s free from illness and healthy as he continually grows

A single mother struggling to ensure the ability to survive
Facing endless obstacles; her child’s health promotes her drive

A troubled lost soul in dire need, of a kind helping loving hand
His suicidal thoughts evaporate; a now vanished forever disband 

An atheist whose religion is filled with hatred and disbelief
As he takes his very last breath, the Lord’s love fills his voided grief

An elderly couple who’s family is misplaced and sadly out of touch
A homeless needy puppy who’s love has given them simply so much 

An abused neglected child dwelling inside a house of dead
Blessed is the hero who saves this child of dread

A once successful entrepreneur who’s lost everything he once had
Homeless in need of shelter, a “nobody” lends him a helping hand

Miracles are all around us, if we only take the time to truly see
That the next one in need of a miracle could surely be you or me

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Fly Agaric

Wandering traveller of the night
Occult creature,
your velvet butterfly tongue leaves thoughts lingering in my mind
as visions of obscured beauty pass before me,
in the shadow of your smile
hypnotic, illuminating
to pluck the thoughts out of the void
like petals from divine lotus
streams of consciousness pool, playing before our shimmering eyes 
in crescent moon lullaby 
melodic rhythm of throbbing life,
spinning illusion
illuminated in violet luster  
revealing truth hidden in images of splendor
every hue brilliantly diffused
in the immensity of an unshattered silence
fragmented bliss,
I sleep, lulled deeply in Morpheus' embrace 
and so I ask you,
if I am a child of the light why do I feel so at home in the dark?
falling tears die delicately
as you told me that
today is the child of yesterday and tomorrow 
innocence, captured peacefully
formed with golden bough.
Strange, twilight child,
lost in your mercurial pleasure
set free my naked soul
shivering, into darkened night
ascending on stairways of delirium
to the orphaned city of stars


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye Cruel Booze

GOODBYE CRUEL BOOZE

Goodbye cruel booze,
And take your negative consequences with you.
You have made me frown.
You have made me cry.
You have no arms to hold me.
And yet, you consumed my thoughts with the temptation of your embrace.

Goodbye cruel booze,
And take the false illusion of comfort with you.
You have made my friends and family hurt.
You have made my child cry.
You have nothing good to offer.
And yet, you consumed my thoughts with plotting, planning how I could sneak you into my room, like a college boy who wants to take advantage of me.

Goodbye cruel booze,
And take your shame and degradation with you.
You have made me lose my job.
You have made me forget what I said.
You have stolen my honesty, my integrity, my essence of me.
And yet, you consumed me with the thought that I couldn’t, shouldn’t live without you.

Goodbye cruel booze, 
And take your cunning, baffling power with you.  
I have learned how to smile.
I have learned how to laugh. 
Sobriety holds me in its solid embrace.
My friends and family are proud.
My child giggles.
 I have everything good offered to me.
I am one step away from my new job.
I remember that what I say matters.
I am honest, open, and willing.

Goodbye cruel booze.

Goodbye…


Details | Free verse | |

ANYTHING FOR YOU

Baby girl, you are my world
So why can't I fix what ails you?
I am told that I say and do the wrong thing
How else am I to fail you?

I hurt when you hurt but I'm told
I have no right
I try to show you how much I care
Even though I'm not always within sight

Inside, I feel great despair
I gave birth to you but you are not mine
Please listen, oh please mind so instead 
of quarreling why not say what is kind

I love you so much, I often wonder
What goes through your mind
And I hope that someday you can
See past whatever keeps you blind

Why the thought of losing you is
Why I continue this fight or flight
For all will reveal itself to you in due time


Details | I do not know? | |

Give your life

27 November 07 8:15 am

Why do people love violence and evil?  
Why is revenge considered sweet?  
A child unknowing and innocent is laid at the saviors feet. 
 
Its little body abused and beaten its little bones 
are broken packed in a box and in a dumpster thrown 
its little life gone its body left cold 
Its name forgotten and its story left untold. 

The man that fell beside the road dead from alcohol abuse.  
Lost every thing he had and everything there was to loose
 as people either ignored him there or pointed at him and laughed
His life disappearing as quickly on they passed.

 A young mother who’s left with her child and the dad is nowhere about
 and shamed parents who selfishly threw them out.  
Cost of living growing higher and her with no skills 
turns to the streets for work so her pimp can get his pills. 

A family torn apart 
by mistakes and broken hearts, 
cries out to our heavenly father 
As lawyers push them ever harder

Mourn oh hearts ache and cry 
but don’t ever again question why, 
when you yourself can help someone in any little way. 
With just a little of your time or a little of your pay.

 Share what you have, use the grace you’ve been given
 only you can give the life you’ve been given.

Those that love their life shall lose it and those that give their life shall gain it.

Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009


Details | Rhyme | |

Within

It comes on so fast like a torid rain
These feelings of weakness and unforgiving pain
To keep them at bay, what can one do
Someone give me an answer, or just a clue
Sit and stare, and just stay out of the way
Too many questions, the familiar:are you okay?
Inside, my heart continues to tear
The constant reminder that nobody will care


Breathe in and breathe out, it appears okay
It's night time now, made it through the day
Sleep comes hard, the thoughts are way too much
Racing and streaming the mind seems out of touch
Inside, my heart continues to tear
The constant reminder that few will care


Waking up for another great morning
Not being able to hide, there's little warning
The flood of feelings pour from within
When will this end, so my life can begin
A life of no pain, or just no saddness
Who can help to stop the maddness
Inside, my heart continues to tear
Surely there's someone who'll care






Details | Free verse | |

I am Told it is not a Sin to be Forgiven

They say it is not a sin to be forgiven;
That you need my forgiveness just like I need yours.
Delicate and undetermined,
I walk like a shadow
Or a whisper in the wind
Between this world and the next.
I am a bride-in-waiting
For a dead lover to follow the long path home.
I am a vacant mother
Pushing a stillborn in his cradle to and fro.
I am nothing you have ever seen before
Nor are likely to ever see again.
I am a patient waiting nervously,
For the Good Doctor’s diagnosis.
Checking symptoms off a list-
He says I am not so different from him, with a smile.
For the birds that have swooped too low
For dreams that have soared too high.
I am a child in a woman’s body
Anxious for life to begin.
A different narrator tells the same story
And I am not forgiven this time around.

They say it is not a sin to be forgiven;
That you need my forgiveness just like I need yours.
Delicate and undetermined,
I walk like a shadow
Or a whisper in the wind
Between this world and the next.
I am a bride-in-waiting
For a dead lover to follow the long path home.
I am a vacant mother
Pushing a stillborn in his cradle to and fro.
I am nothing you have ever seen before
Nor are likely to ever see again.
I am a patient waiting nervously,
For the Good Doctor’s diagnosis.
Checking symptoms off a list-
He says I am not so different from him, with a smile.
For the birds that have swooped too low
For dreams that have soared too high.
I am a child in a woman’s body
Anxious for life to begin.
A different narrator tells the same story
And I am not forgiven this time around.


Details | Free verse | |

Some Sea Calls My Name

Some sea breaks in foam rushing around virgin shores made new by every wave and yet some see nothing but water and sky while I see you which is everything but me yet including me too when I stand in your shoes Some see melted hearts singing as one throughout the night sailing from Jupiter to Mars in the span of one kiss layered in as many dimensions as their imagination can dream but I see you standing naked in the sunshine on a tranquil beach midday your ankles surrounded by foam that takes your breath away Some sea calls my name seducing me to walk on water like a child is drawn to birth but I worry how to make those steps unlike the child following her canal I misstep because I think while my former self small knew the way without worry and hence I fall through the waves the mountain in my path does not move and a mustard seed is too large to contain my faith


Details | Rhyme | |

PURE FUN

Once upon a time of grand pleasure
There was a child with thoughts of pure fun
Days danced from one to another
How wonderful it felt to be young

To capture secret snow forts
on toboggans of imagination
To cross vast fishing streams
in the canoes of creation
To race through open fields
at the silent speed of light
To dig for buried treasure
and catch fireflies at night

Those places that we visited 
were at the heart of time and space
They may be gone at the present
Yet, they can never be erased

The ballgame in the corner lot
that spectacular catch you made
The birthday of your special gift
when all your wished were repaid

The years when certain music
was inspiring and brand new
When books became a vacation
getting lost with; "you know who."

Let's visit that time in the present
not retreat to the past
Let's do something that's pleasant
for life rushes by too fast

Now - is the time to discover
what a wonder life can be
Having pure fun with another
by releasing the child in; "me."


Details | Rhyme | |

Flawed, Beautiful

Does perfection equal beauty?
I believe not,
For those once youthful flowers that all seemed to rot,
Their dry crumbled petals I almost forgot,
Now dwell in my fragrant potpourri pot,
They are flawed, beautiful.

Perfection equals beauty,
If you think this is so,
Reflect on how the pure white snow,
We hope will make our holiday glow,
Has killed many a seed to grow,
It is flawed, beautiful.

Perfection equals beauty,
If you hold this to be true,
Reminisce about a child that you once knew,
Their innocence corrupted by the world’s ugly view,
That innocent child was once you,
You are flawed, beautiful.

Perfection equals beauty,
If this is all I see,
When I look at myself, I’ll never see me,
Only defects and ugliness, instead of what could be,
My perfectly ugly thoughts, I now set them free,
I am flawed, beautiful.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rebellious Child Of The Sea

Rebellious young child of the sea,
Why do you always flee
From admitting yourself wrong,
And still letting your heart be filled with envy and pride?
Why do you glide away
From friend to friend?
Seems like whatever you do will always end.
I hear you are rebellious against His Word
And that you allow astrology and deep intrepretations to be thy guide.
Everyone says that you are just that way,
Because you believe you're forever a child,
Yet contradictingly,
You say you're a child of The Lord,
If so, why are you some times impure and insecure?
Thy answer is, "I am free to be what I want to be..."
"For Jesus' salvation is for everyone including me..."
"Although I run away, my soul clings onto friends and misses them dear..."
"I'm usually not myself around others, because I have one small fear..."
"I pray every night, asking for His forgiveness and loving light,"
"And I also have this continuous inner fight..."


Details | Lyric | |

The Night Terror

The phasing of my nightmares
Through to conscious time
Has stolen my last dreamscape
As this child screams inside

My creations always singing
Of the fear that still hides
Behind incentive’s reason
To pretend I didn’t die

This place without a meaning
Dressed in ashen love
Locking up its history
And mopping up my blood

The burning of my nightmares
Into this black hole
Reveals the bold reflection
Of the horrors in my soul

I’ve shaped my own existence
Using broken hearts
The red abyss now laid before me
Is everything I am so far

The truth is all around me
The night terror took my dreams
This child is now a monster
And alone I need to feed


Details | I do not know? | |

confused mind

Life is cruel and unjust with limitless possibilities for good
My life is blessed like a fawn born into a quiet wood
The fawn dances and runs through the woods but has the instinct to fear
My fear of the world is pondered over and over while looking in the mirror
War is good is keeps up safe and sound
Yet I would never shoot a man to the ground
Money should be prized above all things 
This makes it hard to cherish how well my child sings
That fawn does not fear inadequacy or scorn
No it is only me who’s felt this since the day I was born
I volunteer and shake some hands
It’s a feeling that is grand
All the while some child dies as there was not a morsel to eat
After dinner my wife and I will turn up the heat 
And I’ll wake up next to the woman I love above all
Not some stranger who I took without knowing at all
The days drag on an I continue to think in the mirror
In hopes that one day it will all be clearer
But does worrying matter or make a difference 
No the only wrong worry or fear is indifference


Details | Rhyme | |

Anniversary

It was a day that was set so deep back in her past
For as of today it was such a dark contrast
But soon after Roe vs Wade had eked into law
This poor woman would experience her greatest fall

So as each new year so intrepidly passes her by
All those questions only grow louder as to why
And just as tomorrow will soon be here
None of these answers have ever become clear

There is nothing she can change or anything she can do
Except maybe telling her story to someone like you
For tomorrow is going to be a very long day
But it will be for young women like you that this woman will pray

For even though thirty eight years have now since past
Each year gets harder to take than the last
If anyone ever offers you an anniversary like mine
I pray to God that you will instinctively decline


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Here I Stand

Here I stand
With no shoulder to cry on
Staring into empty space
At an unrecognizable face
After feeling so much
Why do I feel nothing now
All I tried to do was laugh and play
Tried to love and please
Did everything I could
So much more than was asked
And yet, I failed
Now I see you walking away
While here I stand
With no shoulder to cry on
I hear your footsteps and fading voice
The screams and the anger still attached
What was it I did so wrong
To make you feel so much
Why do I feel nothing now
And can’t even reach out to touch
I no longer feel my breath
I no longer feel my heart
I was just a child
As I watch you walk away
Why do I feel nothing now
Why are we both left
With no shoulder to cry on


NOTE*** Death should never be seen through the eyes of a child as you walk away… Child 
Abuse… let’s stop it! Not tomorrow, not today, but now!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

what's your choice

Choose life not death
                         Choose God’s word not Meth

Choose hope not despair
                             Choose love not an empty affair
                     
Choose to seek not to hide
                                    Choose respect not your pride

Choose freedom not chains
                                 Choose contentment not pain

Choose home not the streets
                                   Choose victory not defeat.

It’s your choice.


Details | Blank verse | |

gene pool

Gene Pool

How can we look at a child and kill it, by using “it”
we have distance us from the child they are no longer
unique, but just an expendable extension of us.
The intense love we have for a lost child is the grief
of our own demise…it is the only proof we ever lived
the loss of a gene, inconceivable future transgression.
A child killed in a drone attack in Pakistan stir us less 
than the sight of a bunny rabbit run over; how sad it 
had to die, but it crossed the road. A naked Jewish boy 
in front of a mass grave, his cap hiding his modesty, 
I condemn all mankind for his demise, he is our cruel 
gene based viciousness, the survival of the genus and 
for it to survive there is no room for compassion.
A man who kills children weather by drone or gun kills 
himself and forever he shall walk in nights shadow. 


Details | Narrative | |

The long walk home

I remember as a child walking through the countryside,
People were so polite to greet each other – how are you?
With simple lifestyle in an agricultural ambience,
Theirs is my goal, my future longing to welcome.

While I’d always prefer to walk - rain or shine,
I couldn’t help but see first my friend close by;
my hero who saved me while getting drowned
the time of our town fiesta of Our Lady of Peñafrancia.

Old folks who used to hang out and visit us,
because of my grandma who’d say ‘come’,
some of them would really come and say:
‘we’re here to join you for a nice meal.’

On big celebrations like Christmas and town fiesta,
family relations would come in droves to see us;
their children would come along to ask something,
especially gifts and some money for this event.

For a child like these things serve as imprints,
a treasure trove of memories I still cherish;
a connecting link to my past with sentiments
indeed, it’s a heartland of true importance.

Described as a centerpiece of family interaction,
our home was like a rendezvous of some people,
whose attachments to our features of being hospitable,
welcome them to enjoy our kindness and compassion.

Though, to some of them our place was quite a distance,
but it didn’t matter to walk on foot, to come to our home;
It’s because they saw and felt truly a welcoming culture
from each member that fashioned to say no problem at all.

The long walk home may set the tone of exhaustion, 
But this reminds me of a pilgrim like in the bible;
The Holy Family who, in their flight to reach their destination,
Finds a place where they can be safe and call it a home.


Details | I do not know? | |

Reminisce

I remember when I was verbally bullied,
I would not tell my parents or teacher 
Of what was happening.
I would only take it all in solitary stride,
I remember always feeling 
Both sad and happy in being alone.

I think about it now,
I realize the reasons why I was bullied, why
I was resentful of those who done so to me.
I realize how silly it all was as a whole. 

I notice how it seems to be my fault,
I rejected their offers for friendship.
I still think I was right,
I intuitively knew of their potential two-faced sides.

I have had friends long before then.
I unwillingly moved elsewhere 
(Away from mine friends back then).
I seem to have lost them 
For as long as I shall continue to live.
I eventually had no one 
But [one] older and [some] younger cousins.

I remember when I was my parents' only beloved little one.
I would have everything a child wanted and needed.
I realized my parents often never played with me,
I have come to feel
They were never a good refuge for my feelings anyway.

I see how I've changed from a beloved child 
To now this lonely soul.
I notice how everybody else eventually changes.
I have had good few friends 
In these passing recent years of youth.
I have taken the toll that life has had in place for me.

I reminisce it all now,
I felt so alone, still feel so alone.
I remember my pain, I remember my joys,
I still console myself alone.

I notice how everything is not the same,
I realize the happier days of my past cannot repeat.
I know even if they did then I would face it all again.
I forever now accept it all to be an essential part of me.


Details | Couplet | |

I am just a woman...

I can’t fly a jet plane or bulldog a steer
But I can cuddle a child and calm his fear
I have never flown to Paris in the Spring
But I have proudly worn his wedding ring
Never understood physics or trigonometry
But I know a lot about Texas history
Can’t say I have been around a NASCAR track
I have stood by my word and never looked back
I sing off key sometimes, I know
Singing praises to Him that I love so

I am just a woman...
Not a beauty queen
Riding in a white limousine
A woman who is middle aged
Who lives alone and is not afraid
One who has taught school over twenty years
Lived my life with much laughter and tears
Borne a child and lost another
Been little sister to my sis and brothers
Believes in God and trusts in Him
Doesn’t worry about being slim and trim
One you can always count on being around
To cheer you up when you're feeling down
Willing to share your heavy load
Walk that extra mile down the road

I am just a woman...
So if I never see the Taj Mahal
In this life, I have had a ball
I’ll never have any extra money
But I have a man who calls me honey
Never visit the Pope in Rome
But I have a wonderful place to call home
Won’t be asked to confer with the president
But in America, I am a happy resident
I will never have fortune or fame
But I can still be proud of my name


Details | Free verse | |

Inside of Me

Inside of me,
The child cries
For she’s scared and lonely and needs of comfort.

Inside of me,
The adult yells
And tells the child to be strong.

Inside of me,
The elder laughs-
She knows the way things ought to be.


Details | Free verse | |

Tumor Talk

Diagnosis' free floating through re circulated air.
Sunken eyes, bald heads, aching bodies sit in chairs meant for comfort.
The scent of fear mingling with sickness and the faint tinge of hope.
Bodies having been pushed to the limits yet still going on.
Idle chit chat never made.
Deep conversations circling around a common denominator.
The dreaded "C" word.
My own story locked tight between pursed lips.
My eyes downcast, having heard these similar tales many times before.
My own condition hits hard as I settle in my own chair.
Knowing I have my own tumors that reside deep in my bones.
My medications at home lined on the counter,
Soldiers ready for the battle to stunt growth...
To help intravenous drugs freeze my illness.
To put it to sleep as if a fussy child.
My own prayers silently whispered...
Sleep needs to come and overtake these tumors.
My deepest fears long realized, long ago accepted.
Knowing that as sleep ever so slowly folds itself
Around my tumors the inevitable will happen.
Just as a fussy child fights sleep and once gives in
Rests deeply and peacefully...
As the child will awaken my tumors will awaken and then spread.
Most of these others here have cures.
I have the inevitable.
But I too have hopes.
I still have dreams.
I long for tomorrows held out of my grasp.
Battling for mental and physical strength to just push on.
To not give into the doubts and fears.
To know that I'm here for a reason.
May not be for the common good of mankind, but something.
My tumor talk spreads as words on paper,
Not floating on currents of air or streams of blood.
My tumor talk once written can now begin my legacy of passed on hope.
Of being here to witness tomorrows that blessedly,
Have been put in my hands and those of others.


Details | Didactic | |

PUT SOMETHING IN THE BAG

as a little child whenever my mother and I went to the store
she would give me that lecture which I had to endure
"don't ask for nothing, don't touch nothing, be quiet and always stay near"
but as a child in a store this I did not wish to hear
eventually I would come to ask,"can I please put something in the bag?"

the marketing and business strategies of the advertising companies
are specifically designed to target the young demographic entity
sell to the youth, appeal to the young, make it fashionable for the teens
make them put something in the bag so the cash register can go cha-ching

but life is more than the lastest pair of jeans you want to style
it's about putting something in the bag that is worthwhile
a college degree, a scholarship, your faith in the Lord Christ
it's time to put something in the bag that will bring meaning to your life

to put in the bag the Gospel of Peace
and not those new Air Jordan's on your feet
to be outfitted in the Breastplate of Righteousness
and not the lastest Baby Phat designer dress
to pick up the Spirit of the Sword
and not that car you can barely afford
it's time to put something precious and special in the bag
and no longer to gravitate towards expensive designer rags

so put something in the bag, the bag that is your life
it's time to get the greatest gift and that is the Gospel of Jesus the Christ


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Flower

I stood amidst a green field of grass
Around me the wind breathed . . . softly
Above the world a sun watched over me
Below, amid a pond scintillating with light
My family, my friends swam and laughter sang to us all
I stood apart as always I did in the past before this day
Yet this time I did not feel apart, nor alone, no more the outsider
For I was there swimming and laughing with them, in spirit I was there
And from behind me I listened to soft footfalls approaching
But I did not turn around instead I awaited his voice
For I knew he had come to speak, to learn so I would listen
Together we stood watching my family laughing and swimming
Until at last he spoke to bring forth the beginning
“Hey, you’re one of those guys aren’t you?”
He asked and I felt his frown upon me
So I turned to him and withdrew my shades
There before me I saw a child standing
Who had much to live, much to experience
So much to learn and so I smiled
A soft smile with gentleness
And this I said to him
“No, I am not one of those guys,
I am one man, nothing more
Nothing less, just a man
Like you I am a man.”
His brow creased as he thought about my words
And so I put my hand upon his shoulder and I spoke again
“Come, let us join them.”
And together the child and I, the man, walked down to my family
And when I arrived my family, my friends, greeted me and said
“Hello Patches, come and swim with us, laugh with us.”
So I did and as I did I felt the child sleep peacefully
And I knew, I knew that it was alright
For I am just a man, one man
Like you


Details | Quatrain | |

at the altar

what do we bring to sacrifice,
to the altar of our fears
will the fear, itself, suffice
to wipe away these grieving tears

here, a satchel i take in stride
through the machine, my will to cede
and here, too, a bag of my pride
that it turns out, i didn't need

that old man has a video camera
and a young one totes a backpack
can we turn them outta here
for the bravery that i lack

and the child so innocent beside her,
that woman there with righteous shawl,
are mother and child vengeful saboteurs
would a flash of hate burst my wall

do i send my firstborn far away
did the world change to get more hate
is that the price my dread must pay
is that all my fright can relate

when i stand on this serene beach
is evil banished from my sight
is the violent tsunami out of reach
if i waive some liberty, some right

should land's crust pull asunder
and an abyss drop before my feet
would relinquishing fear pull me under
would, then, i go down in defeat

my god, what must i do to appease
when i stand before some conflagration
to vindicate, to assuage, to please
must i change my life's foundation

or can i only fear fear itself
to live as those i remember might want
take life day-to-day from off the shelf
without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt

Armageddon might be without love
but my world today is more than this
i refuse to live life devoid of
love and empathy and a bit of bliss

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Child

There is nothing that is more comforting
Than holding your child against your chest
To feel their earthly rhythms
To feel their peaceful breath.

To feel the love that only you can have
As a Parent for a Child
It is the Greatest feeling
The Greatest emotion you could ever possess.

I feel that love so deeply
I feel it in my bones
This child was God's greatest gift to me
The most cherished thing I own.


(January 3rd, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Labor of Childhood

Throwaway child abandoned by father
rejected by mother
No place to call home
no food, no safety, no shelter
just work to be done.

Minding the store,
paying the bills, taking care of mother
and little brother.
Child promised her mother,
"I won't let you loose the house."

Sent to school often tired and hungry,
Classmates showed no mercy.
"Say you're a boy! Cry!"
Taunted, battered, tortured;
the child refused to cry.

She sucked all the emotion in,
Vowed to defeat all enemies,
to protect, provide and serve her family
no matter the cost.
Young girl called upon to be a man
always felt male inside.


Details | Free verse | |

Pain

When the sun goes down, and the breeze freshens, 
when the night fills the sky, I’ll then feel at home,
as I’ve none of my own.
     And I’ll feel as though I belong.
When the moon comes up and lights the night
and the stars dot the heavens, I stare transfixed
     in awe of what I see
     as I silently wish with all my might.
To see the sun rise, not in the morning as all else,
but in my mind or in my heart,
     is what can put me to rest.
In a corner of my mind, where no-one ever sees,
lies a child in fear.
Of the terror of the day,
     and the mysteries of the night.
And as I watch that child grow old and alone,
I wonder why the light never shines in on him.
When the sun brightens the darkest of days
and the moon and stars illuminate the night,
     why must anyone live in the darkness of the
     mind, which no light can reach?
What can block the light,
     what can break the spell,
     what can move this one to freedom?
Why must the fight never leave the mind,
     why must the child grow old?
Why do the stars never twinkle?
     Why do the leaves fall off;
     why does the river taste like tears?
Why does the mind ache and hurt?
     Why does the heart pull up curt:
          Why does my soul feel pain?


Details | Couplet | |

Children of the Upper Crust

  Children of the upper crust
upon the earth...........
that must be us!

They draw a circle on the ground,
so they can dance the moon around,
and then they draw another one,
so they can promenade the sun.

Put lightning bugs in mason jars,
so they can twinkle like the stars.

  Why do you always come around
to moralize and fuss and frown?

"Because I have no inner child
I'm just a parent,always riled,
When I see children having fun,"

But it's party time the work is done!
They made a barrel full of tea,
with jujubes for you and me.

They even brought a phonograph
the wind up kind to make you laugh.

but you have never laughed out loud,
you wear your silence like a shroud

a shroud of pure maturity
no inner child could hope to free.

But there's a tickle potion dear,
I think they put it in your ear.

It takes you back to one or two,
when someone stole the child from you.

So don't look now ,but you may find,
the little girl inside your mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Don't make your children bare your crucifix.

Don’t make your children bare your crucifix.
Children won’t forget and can’t fix.
Children born in such a big world having to fight,
The only friend they have is a closet where they hide at night.
The day a mother married him a child died.
Memories of a childhood left behind.
An innocence that died inside.
Survivor of abuse passing on what’s defied.

Don’t make your children bare your crucifix.
Children won’t forget and can’t fix.
Children born in such a big world having to fight,
Parents treat your children right.
Don’t beat each other up tonight.
Children shouldn’t live in terror or be a cross-barer.
Don’t turn you children into a lifeless shell
Doomed to live here in hell.
Parents see your children hurt.
Parents see what innocence like that’s worth.

Don’t make your children bare your crucifix.
Children won’t forget and can’t fix.
Children born in such a big world having to fight,
Letting them live should be more than a right.
Jesus bared that crucifix
So our children’s faith wouldn’t inter-mix.
God put his child on the cross
So our children wouldn’t have to feel the cost.
He took the tears and pain
So our children wouldn’t have to sustain.
He loves all little children its true
But that doesn’t mean he loves them for you.
Blessings and gifts you never knew,
Parents you still have a job to do.
So before you give you children a reason to run and hide
Remember why Jesus was the one crucified.


Details | Lyric | |

A Child Alone

Nightlights of belief
A blood-red river underneath
A child stands alone
Searching for a new path home

An ocean of command
A fading doorway in the sand
A child walks alone
Another nightlight guides him home

Caverns of deceit
Broken glass and bloody feet
A child crawls alone
The raging ocean calls him home

A shelter from the pain
Now that he forgets his name
The child bleeds alone
The shadow of his nightlight shown

The nightlight drifts away
There’s nothing left to ever say
The child dies alone
The only place he could call home


Details | Light Poetry | |

As a Child

As a child 
been looking for the love’ n

As a child 
been looking for the touch ‘n

As a child
been looking for that feel ‘n 

As a child
been needing to feel supported

As a child 
been needing to feel protected  

As a child 
Was taught to feel afraid

As a child 
Has been shelter and ignored

As a child
I could see the stress within my mother’s eyes

As a child 
I was never taught that love comes from within 

As a child 
I was taught distress and now my body cries

As a child 
I hid in my mind I opened a door and protected my life

As a child 
I was young and frail but I was guided within too.

As a child 
I have always seen a very bright light and I knew.

As a child 
The pain I went through but the person I have become 

The Man 
Is someone New


Details | Rhyme | |

The Problem

Today I saw the problem
Which causes me much despair
Selfishness and stupidity, fear I saw
And, sadly, addiction standing right there
Another victim clinging to the lead weight
Lifesaver so many people will choose
While their neglected child watches a parent drown
In pot, pills, sex, stealing, booze
No fault they own for wrongs their own
To admit wrong would require an internal look
And the child bears brunt to the endless hunt
And falls asleep with the unread book
Today I saw the problem and its name is adult
Who is selfish and poisoned from inside
Why do we sell our parenting for drugs?
How do we rediscover our pride?


Details | Free verse | |

Maybe Then

Travelling gives one different perceptions
A diversity in our hearts, a sense of reality
Grown men don’t cry, not now, not ever
Maybe then
A child cries, hungry, detached, wondering why
A mother sees with her heart, faith 
Do we feel yet, do we see? Now? Ever? 
Maybe then
Wino sits reflecting on life, a different time
Someone’s child, wrong road, lost
One more day, another bottle
Maybe then
Young girl cries, poor choices, 
A child with child, will she ever learn
Turn your head, close your eyes
Maybe then
Walk away, unfeeling, untouched
Stop at church, their souls forgotten
Can’t feel the fire? Judgement day?
Maybe then.


Details | Rhyme | |

Inner Child

We each have a child that lives inside
for some of us that child has long ago died

The only things that have been left behind
are the broken dreams that play in our mind

My child did not know what was real or true
there was no one to guide her or give her a clue

She had faith in happiness, peace, and in love
but could never touch them as if she was born wearing a glove

Longing she felt through night and through day
each time she got close it was taken away

So fear and despair became her friends
and when this happens life soon ends

If someone had told her she was important and to "be bold"
this story would not have been written and it's lesson be told

For those of you who still shine from within
embrace your inner child and let healing begin

Life alone as a grown up has no rewards in store
only the heart of a child can open heavens door


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Time's Weavings/My Broodings

Shut inside     windows open    w  i  d  e
I age 1,000 years 
To your one.

The Past turns in its light circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself into memories
That will lend their textures to the future -
Pains and pleasures
Loves and losses
The bitter and the sweet -
All will fall together and become tomorrow,
Then break apart and cycle on again.

Outdoors, beyond a window full of November clouds
A child is running gaily past,
While up the street with ancient, measured tread
A crone approaches.
Youth and Age will pass and cycle 'round again.

I turn gray thoughts over in my mind
Composing poems as my significant others
Drift in and out of the rooms of my life,
Now babe  Now child  Now youth  Now adult
Now gone
Friends and lovers help weave the warp together,
Light and shadow chase each other through the rooms,
Whispering the secrets of change.


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Costume Party

You hold soo tight
Those dreams you don't understand
You hide very well
Behind a nonchalant mask
You smile soo wide
How did you get away with that?
You run soo fast
With no getaway plan

T.V has become a reality
Every child in actuality a prodigy
Radio based on insanity
Reason tasted humanity
You testify, you rationalize, then they electrify
And everyone wonders what's wrong with their stupid lives

You hold soo close those things most can't have
You hide very well
Behind an obvious mask
You smile soo wide
How did you get away with that?
Running soo fast
With no getaway plan

Do you love at all?
do you aim to please?
Do you love anything?
Do you love anymore?
selfish with your own needs
Do you love anything
Besides your own greed

T.V has become sadistic
Every child bears its witness
Radio preaches no forgiveness
Reason tested humanity
When you testify, they rationalize, when everything is this electrified
Everyone wonders what's wrong with their stupid minds


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She was once a child

She was once a child ~
             happy
             bright green eyes
laughing . . .
             chasing bugs in summer lamplight
             tumbled in grasses fresh cut
             cowboy hat, scabby knees
             ponytails taken by the wind ....
laughing . . .
a
  n
    d
She was once a child ~
             berry brown suntanned shoulders
             freckled back
             begging dot-to-dot
lonely . . .
             lizards, horny toads and daddy.long.legs share her closet
             secret
             playmates in little jars and boxes
lonely . . .
a
  n
    d
She was once a child ~
             lightning rides on cracks of thunder    

fractured . . .
             knowing it
             comes on billowing curtains

screaming . . .
             shattered
                  splintered from this world

when once she was a child ~


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Memories of a Child

Lying here I awaken to the old familiar dream
As if not there, just an interloper it might seem
I watch a life I no longer recognize yet it seems so real
I envision innocence of the child I see begin to kneel
Whispering a prayer from lips trembling with humility
Love emanates from faith filled words of her reality
Help me father to understand I do not know what I have done
Mommy is so angry I want so badly just to run
I do not want to anger her so please let me see why
I will do all I can to help but please don't let me cry
I need to be a good girl so she will not hate me you see
I want to make mommy happy then maybe she'll love me
Years have gone and still this dream comes back once again
I know now it wasn't me but I didn't know that then
Fear grips me still if anger is about to rear its ugly head
No child deserves to live life with that awful sense of dread
Help is there for every one that wants it to be
I know as I was that little girl praying God would protect me.


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The Child

Long have I disregarded the child in my mind
He clamors for relief
Begs but the old intellect keeps him chained
Afraid of the change he brings
Fear, the stranger brings
Distrustful, demise will come in the new

How long can the ancients keep the child at bay?
Or will they cage him till he has aged 
Virility faded, docile and meek
Faded and finally one of them

The child’s life is short yet alive
To the old, their death is merely preceded by the dying
The child escapes to burn in the flames of life
But he lives to see the untold


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At This Heart

A child is dead in the heart of men
a lonely grave sits unattended
who do such a thing I heard them say
to someone they had once befriended
who would have the child abandoned
i look to the gates and the fences unmended
i seek all these answers when i kneel to pray
but what's left to say
despite meaningful words I still dismay
this lonesome grave sees no flowers tended
when the baleful moon rises another day ended
but this grave is still unvisited
sadness and shame to this day
when all good men did nothing but pray
god should have stayed
but remorse is lost on those not here
i speak of course of men ruled by fear
for there is not just one grave unattended
there is more than one sin unmended
down beside this tomb i solemnly lay
when moon rests high and out goes day
this child called integrity is dead
doubt and vanity has taken its stead
this child called Right has been felled by Wrong
this grave is unseen and unknown
i lay here too, because the guilt is also my own
this grave at the hearts of all good men
what once we had we will never have again


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Blind

"Are you alright my dear?" asked the old man...
With a smile the child replied,"I'm fine, thank you."
"Did you hurt your knee?" asked the old man...
Gently she bent her head as her hand raced
towards her knee and said,"I don't think so..."

It was when the lantern held by the man
lightened the child's beautiful face
As it displayed her blue eyes and red cold nose...
But, what caught his attention
was the unsteady look in her eyes...
She seemed to have lost her gaze
and couldn't look straight towards her face...

"Are you blind, my dear?" asked the old man...
"Blind?! I was never blind, for I always had a heart that beats, 
legs that walk, hands that feel, a life to live, and a tongue 
to speak..."

Tears filled the old man's eyes
For he couldn't believe what he has just heard
For a blind child was so thankful for the soul she had,
the mind she owned and the human she is
even if she misses the sense of sight....
Whilst some of those who can see
Always demand more and are never thankful...

Then, his mind whispered:
" Those are the ones who are blind, for they can't see 
the blessing they live in,
the blessing that overwhelms them...."


Details | Quatrain | |

Co-dependent

The little child gazed upon the clear blue sea
Dreaming, praying, wishing for a change
For he knew that things were meant to be
For some reason, his life was prearranged

Held captive to that other, the being inside
He knew not of smiles, but sensed them about
He wished to escape and no longer there hide
To let the child that stays to one day come out


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Have You Seen What I've Seen

Have you seen what I've seen
Going out and ending up in the middle of this terrible scene
I have nowhere to run
Because everywhere I turn, I hear the shot of a gun

I run and I run but have nowhere to hide
Because there's a body lying around every turn
The body is just another victim of a life denied
Caught up in the game and their life got burned

The body's lying there with blood pulling from each and every way
There I'm left standing scared, scarred, and with nothing to say
I'm tired of living within these walls
The walls of the life of worrying is my life going to be over before God calls

I wish all of this would soon be over
Because this is a life that I don't love
I know my mom also wishes this to be over
Because this isn't the life she dreamed of

This is the life no child should be living in
Seeing people get killed over some colors
If I stay here, this is how my life will end
And I don't plan to kill and not give a care about the life of others

If heaven was a mile away
I'll leave with the clothes on my back
The shoes on my feet will help walk away
And there will be no turning back

No more dead bodies
No more waking up at night from hearing gun shots
No more thugs and gangstas scaring me
No more being afraid of walking home praying that the next person is me not

No more being afraid of staring down the barrel of a gun
No more being afraid of being a child and having fun

I want to be in a place where there's less crying
Where I can't see no more bodies laying dying

I want to be in a place where there's no pain
No feelings of frightness of being slained

I want to be free
Free to wear all the colors my mother brought me


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Hero

He walked along never looking up to the sky,
eyes constantly placed there on the ground
watching his feet, I suppose, as he trudged along.
Hands in his pocket, never a smile for anyone,
he would walk daily, to where? I don’t know,
yet, he walked each and every day like clockwork.
Was he disrespectful? Never, he just didn’t ever
have a word for anyone, he seemed a loner,
but one day made me see him differently.

She was five years old, playing with a bright pink
ball in her front yard. The ball seemed to have
a mind of its own as it rolled into the street.
He was on his daily walk down this street
when in the corner of my eye I noticed her
venturing into the street to get her new ball.
I wouldn’t get there on time to stop the child as
a woman on her cell phone in her SUV drove
unknowingly toward the innocent child.
He noticed, too, and like a bullet, shot out
between other cars, grabbed her and placed her
safely back on the curb. The child witnessed her
ball explode under the weight of the car and cried.
The girl’s mother came rushing out just in time
to see him walking down the street and she
assumed the worst. She accosted him and accused
him of heinous crimes of depravation and immorality.
He tried to continue to walk but the wall the mother
created was one of unbearable force, until I acted
as he. I came between the cars now and told the 
mother what had transpired and the look on her face
was one of only embarrassment as she picked up
her child and ran quickly into her house. He said 
thank you and walked on, but not before I said 
thank you to him for saving the girl and me,
the girl from physical death and me from a death
of spirit. I continued on my day with a smile on my
face and a love for the world in my heart.


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Missing Child

Can’t breathe as I recall this
Where did the child go?
Black rings and pale reason
When did I get so old?

Memories are far too vivid
And now I see it all
The day my love had left me
The night the dead grew tall

Visions of dying brothers
Underneath my hands
Visions of murdered loved ones
Buried in the sand

The lost deny they’re waiting
My empathy has grown
Sleepless and drained of answers
When can we all let go?

Can’t breathe as I recall this
In the wars of men
This child was one more conquest
And now the child is spent


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Underneath

Burn the hopes of every dreamer
Tell them to fall into line
Murder those that do not listen
And tell your child that this is fine

One name underneath your banner
Written on the prison key
Power like fluorescent anger
Your god spreads far across the sea

Decorations of what bought you
Painted on your every word
But right below the velvet canvas
Stands a child that goes unheard

Wisdom favours every reason
To step unto yourself
So gather faith and find decision
Step into the world

The end of thoughts that bleed us empty
The only true way that we die
And without time we’ll see a vision
The infinite that sits inside