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About Life,Death ,and Cherry Blossoms

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Inspired by the tanka tears contest tanka posted

Not for the  contest

5/6/5/6/6  syllable modern tanka

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

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When Love Creates

Eyes to eyes now meet Tenderly our lips touch We, adventurous Rhythmic vibrations rejoice When love creates little ones .

Copyright © James Fraser

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Salvation comes with a far greater sacrifice than blind faith and car-wash fundraisers

Travelling to a foreign land,
engaging in a cause not rightfully yours to join,
illegally taking up arms
with a desperate desire to save baby orphans
(only to dig them into the ground anyway);
is a life-altering experience.

There is an old line which goes something like:
"A part of my soul died on that cold, November morn."

But, such an experience can have the opposite effect entirely.
Yes! An experience such as this
can re-kindle a passion within,
so that every single particle,
every minute of each passing hour,
feels like a sacred gift -
the most sacred gift imaginable.

Yet upon returning home from such an experience,
after being grilled by Internal Affairs,
threatened with charges of International Treason,
Subterfuge and Espionage(but in the end,
you were only trying to save baby orphans
that you had to dig into the ground anyway,
so Internal Affairs drops the charges, telling you to scram),
you are inevitably slapped across the face
with an inescapable new reality....

....everyone appears to be whining and complaining
about the most trivial things,
as if everyone simultaneously feels wronged.

And this is wot you feel compelled to do:
you want to take these whiners,
transport them one-by-one
back to the foreign land with you.
After they see living skeletons
drag themselves across the dirt,
moaning, groaning, pleading for a drop of clean water, 
a miniscule morsel of food,
you hand the whiner a gun,
point toward an ominous dust-cloud on the horizon,
and this is wot you say:

"See the dust-cloud moving closer towards us.
It is filled with psychopathic horsemen.
These psychopathic butchers are wielding bayonets, machetes and Kalashnikovs.
If you and I do not successfully kill these mad horsemen,
they are going to chop apart all of the baby orphans
congregated in the courtyard over there.
Do you see the beautiful baby orphans in the courtyard?
Yes, those are the orphans.
And if we do not successfully defend this camp,
yet somehow survive with our lives,
we are going to spend the rest of the night
digging the baby orphans into the ground.

So, it best be high time you wipe the tears from your face,
stop worrying about how so-and-so called you a loser or wotever,
how your retirement funds appear to be shrinking
and so you won't be able to play as many games
of hitting the little white ball across a course 
fed with enough water to run an entire city.
Forget about your little boo-boo.
Pull-up your chin, straighten that spine,
and start squeezing the trigger like there's no tomorrow."






September 25th, 2011

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner

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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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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

Copyright © humble b

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Bedlam baby

I remember you
cartoon smile and egg-shaped head.
Do you remember
how the rainbow formed on the water,
how the neon lights flickered,
or the scent of nectarines on your forehead?
They were happy to see for the first time
behind glass window,
between speaker box voices --
unopened package,
untouched collector’s item,
you shiny new contraption,
star of the play,
hero of the hour, 
flavor of the season.

Seed of your father,
soil of your mother.
Fruit of love,
fruit of conflict.
Decision’s aftermath,
delusion’s consequence,
Are you accident,
                    intention,
                            problem,
                                  solution?

Bough in the river,
wrenched in the current.
Hand reaching for hand,
hand holding your own.
Bedlam baby with the guilty smile
do you remember
how you would not fracture the  mullioned frame,
how you could not shatter porcelain,
or how you hid in changing alleys?

I will save you
you will save me.
My hand in yours.
I am the boat
you are the journey.

Copyright © Ryan Caidic

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Welcoming Our Little Ty

Welcoming Our Little Ty


We welcome in a baby boy named Ty
blessed we are, asking not why
Life precious and so very sweet
another grandson I'll soon greet

Life sends blessings as it flows
we thank God and it surely shows
A future with this child's joys
daughter now has two beautiful boys

Old age brings in surprising gifts
this blessing stands and uplifts
More time I now desperately seek
with these children so mild and meek

Praying for a life much, much longer
to see my family grow so much stronger!

Robert J. Lindley, 01-08-2015

Dedicated to my new grandson ,Ty Brooks Atkinson
may God bless he and all his family.. 
Ty was born Jan. 7th 2015 at 9 pounds 2 ounces at 23 inches and with a full head of long blonde hair. 
All are doing fine . Scheduled to leave hospital tomorrow afternoon. 
We are so blessed to have this new addition to our family!
God blesses ......

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Baby Brave

A boy lines up plastic soldiers 
In straight rows across his floor.
He knocks them down with callow ease
In a naive game of war.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In between rich, well-known places,
Little boys become those soldiers -
Grow hard lines upon their faces.

Guns weigh down their frail frames,
As they march in groups like drones;
Passing by jumbles of bodies -
Messy piles of flesh and bones.

One cries softly in the corner,
Another cannot bear the sound.
He takes the blunt side of his gun
And beats the other to the ground.

In the streets they pass right over
Mothers murdered, sisters raped,
Countless men whose limbs are broken,
But whose empty eyes still gape.

Narrow roads become red rivers,
Neighbourhoods go up in flames,
Backyards turn into cold graveyards -
Still they play this twisted game.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In the richest, well-known places,
Boys line up their plastic soldiers
With blind smiles upon their faces.

Copyright © Heather Ober

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Your mother am I

   You, my baby girl and your mother am I 
You nurse from my body until I am dry
Sometimes late at night I get you out of bed
We sit and rock for hours as I rub your sweet head

   You, my little girl and your mother am I 
Come let me hold you as we say goodbye
Though I must leave for a very short while
You can bet I'll return with open arms and a smile
Be strong little one, I must strengthen your wings
So you can handle the wind among other things

   You, my daughter and your mother am I
Lay your head in my lap as I explain why
Girls can be wicked as they strive to be cool
You know of your beauty.  Mama didn't raise a fool
Now listen to my wisdom and take my advice
The best way to get them back is to simply be nice
I don't expect you to understand.  I just beg for your trust
Do as I say.  Be respectful, kind and just

   You, my daughter and your mother am I 
Lean your head on my shoulders as I dry your eyes
You believe your heart to be broken, no chance of repair 
Listen as I tell you, I myself have been there
It's just a little hiccup in this thing we call life
You will fall in love again and make a beautiful wife

   You are an improved version of who I used to be
I pray I have taught you well as I set you free
Sit with me a while and let me soak in your sweet smell
You will go out in this world and I know you'll do well

   You, my daughter and your mother am I
That is who I am and who I will be until the day I die

Copyright © Anna Hopper

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Touch Me Touch Me I Wanna Feel Your Body

Touch Me Touch Me I Wanna Feel Your Body!

Touch me touch me I desire your gentle caress Feel me, feel me As I move deep within Kiss me kiss me On the belly, all over me In the dark, in the dark I desire your sweet soothing words Your heart beats along with my mine My love is held by angel’s string So this is the night This is the time I wanna feel your body I wanna feel your hands Wrapped around me As I enter this world From the darkness to light Here I am Momma momma Touch me hold me Caress me and hold your breast I am the creation of your loves delight! Thank you Momma For creating another soul!

Copyright © arthur vaso

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MIRACLE AT DAWN

No mother would fill up her eyes with tears of woman...
if it weren't for God performing a miracle at dawn,
as she cried out in joy and held her baby in trembling arms
but shed many sweet tears hearing his laughter so loud;
oh, he couldn't see her mommy's face through his tiny eyes,
and it will be long before he'll will utter the first word, " Mom." 

Now that baby sleeps under the attentive look of his mom,
who's too young to become a mature woman;
many visions of this birth crossed her gleeful eyes
she dreamed of the very same words whispered at each dawn,
repeating them in her silly head as if they sounded too loud...
while cradling a pretty doll in her folded arms.

Will she be welcomed home by her parents opening their arms?
Will they reprimand her and not consider her a legal mom?
Perhaps they will not be angry and speak not so loud:
girls are supposed to be girls, not suddenly turn into woman...
So this innocent girl, deceived by a bad boy, must wake up at dawn
when her baby cries and feed him with scary, childish eyes?

Nights seem longer for her, trying to stay awake rubbing her eyes,
what she beheld in those exciting eyes, now it's a burden in her weary arms;
she remembers that pain was too unbearable, but joy more sublime at dawn...
how will she learn how to care for the infant by watching her mom?
She must have seen a nursery or read a book how to think like a real woman,
and can anyone imagine how she keeps that secret instead of revealing it loud?

She must gather enough courage inside to feed her baby who can't cry loud,
but for now she must carry that baby without sighs of distress into her bright eyes;
and her parents can see the changes making her a loving person already woman;
they may ask questions to why she has gained weight and holds dolls in her arms...
no, they aren't anticipating great news and in doubt, they await a splendid dawn.

Mother and daughter closely together amazed by the coming dawn,
any concealed secret can be easily spoken...somewhat joyful and loud;
they imagine the infant's futures will be part of grandma and mom!
Their reunited hearts come together to show love in their delighted eyes,
and they'll take turns feeding the new-born, tenderly lulling him in their arms;
what if forgiveness hadn't been there to deny her all of the joys of woman?

Would a mother deny her daughter compassion as a good woman?
Even God hurried dawn to offer that gift into her gracious, tender arms...
and those arms accepted it with the gentleness and kindness of mom.



Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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Baby

Baby
A couple's dream
Born to give happiness
Innocence brightening your face
Baby

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

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WHEN YOU MISS SOMEONE

Well you’re on the road for weeks at a time 
so when you get home you’ll get a big surprise, 
cause 
I’m going to welcome you when you get home; 
I’m going to take you back into the back bedroom. 
I'm going to light all the candles Hun, 
then I'm going to turn the music on. 
You and I will have ourselves lots of fun... 
Because it’s long overdue when you miss someone, 
it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 

Well I know your lonely when you’re gone 
so am I baby don't you worry none, 
cause 
I'm going to welcome you when you get home; 
I'm going to take you back into the back bedroom. 
I'm going to take all of my clothes off Hun, 
then I'm going to help you get your pants undone. 
You and I will have ourselves lots of fun... 
Because it’s long overdue when you miss someone, 
Yah it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 

Well I know you wonder if I'll be around, 
I'm telling you baby I'm not leaving town, 
cause 
I'm going to welcome you when you get home; 
I'm going to take you back into the back bedroom. 
I'm going to lay you down on my bed Hun, 
then I'm going to do all of the things you love, 
you and I will have ourselves lots of fun... 
Because it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 
I said it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 

Yah, you and I will have ourselves lots of fun... 
Because 
it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 
Yah it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 
I said it’s long overdue... 
when you miss someone.

Copyright © HEATHER ROE

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The Day Her Garden Died

The day her garden died
Her husband was out of town.
She was all alone that night,
She had an unwelcome guest, 
He ravished her over and over til her inside was sore
She wanted to die that night, she was so ashamed,
and she never told a soul. 

The day her garden died
was the day she got the news
That the baby she carried inside of her 
Would never be born
For she had a fatal virus
The baby was now dead.

The day her garden died
Was the day her husband left her
He said she, should stay away from him
Her life was just too dim
That night she cried in agony
Her anguished gnawed within her 
And she couldn't stand the pain

The day her garden died
was the final straw, she was driven to madness
she lost everything, 
Now she's been put into confinement
for fear that she might kill herself
She wanted to take her own life
to end her misery...

Copyright © Sherene Jervis

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A Lollipop in Page

The chirp of cloudy morning peal its wondrous beauty 
As it was a perfect moment to sip the taste of an old times
Pampered and drawn by those vintage voices
Shrunk in this sweet anomaly,  the frames of a time roamer

Word by word, time after time
An anecdote is herding, I'm dancing in a rime
Reread all my writes, feel the flakes of each verses
My masterpieces in time, the journal of life's flavours

Now I'm landing on a sketch of laughters
Where I feel the rainbow of bliss
A small creature is trying to stay
In a warm belly it grows in its way

Waiting is the first list to do
Hoping for the best is the lovely second line
I have another story to make
And this time I offer you the lollipop in page

Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko

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Estella and Holden

A boy and a girl just arrived in this world
To parents they both will share
Now from the house within will echo the cry of twins
As an answer to prayers from everywhere
 
After passing the test of a month of bed-rest
To ensure that they developed complete
For Mom and for Dad, no more rest to be had
As in tandem twins seldom do sleep
 
But living this way is a small price to pay
For the privilege of parenting twins
For only a special few have the bond of these two
Sharing the womb in which life did begin
 
Congratulations to my daughter and the man that they'll call father
For doubling up on our number of grandkids
We are so very proud that our voices shout out loud
With the love we feel for this thing you did

Copyright © Joe Flach

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A Life :He Wept

He held the child for the first time
Such a fragile gift , he felt unworthy
As he watched her drift off to dream her first dream, 
he wondered  about the life awaiting her.
And he wept

She ran into his arms , tears flowed like rain
He could feel the pain she bore
He bandaged her knee and brushed her tears.
and held her until she felt safe again.
And he wept

Her first broken heart tore her in two
She cried for days on end. 
He wanted to hurt the unworthy man who did this
 to his baby girl, but he just held her close and caught her tears, 
And he wept.

The policeman at the door said nothing could be done, 
could he come identify the remains
His heart fell out that this his darkest day
too see his baby girl this way
And he wept

The crowd of friends and family all came to say farewell
, memories were shared of lives she touched 
and how she left so young. 
He stayed behind at the gravesite 
and said " I love you," one last time.
And he wept.

He sat alone and pulled out the videos
Her first steps, her first bike ride, first swim lesson
Her first corsage, Her prom dress
And the last gift she gave him
The wrinkled old sweater he will never throw away
And he wept

Copyright © Carl Fraser

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The Highway Of Life

From the day of birth,we are so innocent and fair,
With nothing on our minds, no troubles no cares.
Learning to talk was a major deaster,
For no one could tell exactly what was the matter.

We cry and we screem ,to show we are in pain,
They dont seem to understand and we though that was mean.
So of to the doctors we went that day,
Only to have the doctor tell Mom im ok.

Learning to walk got me bumps and bruses,
But its what we must do ,im sure no one chouses.
Climbing up the stairs , got me in trouble,
On the way down, i wished i were in a bubble.

After mastering that feat , it was off to school,
Because my mom said im not raising no fool.
In grade one i had a hard time with girls,
They would walk up to me and flick thier curls.

Things start to look up as i got older,
But you know those girls only got bolder.
They made me laugh,and they made me cry,
Some made me happy and filled with joy.

Then came love and next was marriage,
Two years time i was pushing a baby carriage.
Going back over my trials of life,
I knew my baby girl was in for a long fight.

But its the highway we all must travel,
In order to get to this level.
My little girl will be doing this one day,
Ill be in heaven  watching her in every way.

You see im much older and dont have a lot of time,
To watch my two baby girls grow up and look so fine.
God is calling me to another life,
But he said on this highway ,there will be no strife.

Your fears and your troubles will all go away, 
When you take this highway ,your with me to stay.
They will come joing you when its thier time,
But for now they must follow thier own minds.

So if you have kids , guide them with care,
They will grow up with nothing to fear. 
Teach them right from wrong each day.
For the HIGHWAY OF LIFE isent always what they say.


Copyright © Alan Fitz

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Baby on Board

Have you ever seen The ‘Baby on Board’ car sign It shows a warning --- Having child problems inside Makes the car now dangerous
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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A Child Within

The sensation of butterflies flying within
As your heart joyously sings
An Angelic being growing inside
As your growing tummy gets harder to hide

The bond with your baby already so strong
You pray that nothing will go wrong
The instinct of the Mother already working
For any dangers that may be lurking

Your tummy ripples, your baby has awoken
The love you feel needs not be spoken
Upon your tummy you place your hand
On the growing bump that continues to expand

What a wonderful, magical time to be alive
Harbouring a soul that intends to eventually arrive
Keeping baby safe, warm and protected
While the umbilical keeps you literally connected

Being in control of the life of another
Is a great privilege to any a Mother
Never take this role for granted, EVER
As the way you shape your child, goes on forever.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 ©copyright Juanita Torr
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Copyright © Juanita Thorn

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Baby Wishes

Precious, life sustaining oxygen flows
No longer; linking chord tethering me
Severed, I lie upon hard cold table.

I see cloudy images--a table
Holds my angel mother. Sweet red blood flows
From soft nurturing nest once holding me.

Mommy, don’t discard your babe. Look at me!
Life can be saved. An abortion table
Should not separate with death our love flows.

Love flows away. Save me from this table.

July 17, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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Lexi's Preconceived Womb

Life giving womb, silent and sacred
Mystical, blood red, embryo connected
Cords from umbilicus, abstract limbo
Unborn life, undiscovered, now growing.

Within the confines of limited space
As yet unknown, haven from the world
Unborn life, feeding moment by moment
Pressing lines, altered shapes, now reliant.

Cover the little child, unborn, in love
Keep it protected, now undisturbed
Freedom in birth, to live and to breathe
Hope for the future, this new life, to live.



Written on 5/20/2015
Visual #3
Lexi Contest

Copyright © Laura Leiser

Details | Free verse | |

This is How I have Come to Fade!

This is how I come to fade!
oh baby I once loved you.
oh I once loved you!!

My heart is aching for you, now.

My love for you cries out!
it cries out!

oh oh this is the way you have made me.
This is the way I have come to fade.

Oh baby I once loved you.


Copyright © Emily Kroeger

Details | Free verse | |

My Baby

A gift like no other gift, 
one that can't be bought
a precious human being, 
deserving the right to live
to exist as we all do, 
but sometimes it just doesn't
happen that way,

A baby of no harm, 
a baby of no sins
a baby of pure love, 
and only innocence

Tender moments, 
carrying wishes
disappointments, 
everyday misses

Sitting there all alone, 
even though 
I was surrounded,
by others

While wondering, 
why it may be
that I am made to suffer,

Wanting nothing more,
but to die
inside and out,

Things happen for a reason,
so I was taught
I'll never know the reason,
but I'll always feel the loss

The loss of my child,
my baby was taken
away from me,
and there is no reason

I constantly ask myself,
why did this happen?
what did I do wrong?

I asked God to save my baby,
to protect us both
I remain here,
but my baby is gone

It seems as if, my whole world,
just fell apart
and all I could do,
was sit back and watch it happen

I found myself, 
feeling lonely
needing someone, 
anyone to hold me

All I could do was cry,
I had to cry, for the sake of myself
for the sake of my baby,
for the sake of my heart
I had to weep

I cried and cried aloud,
hoping to be heard
please father, 
I'll do whatever you want
you have my word,
just please save my baby

I bled so much, 
had so much pain
denied to myself, 
everything would be okay

Crying and pleading,
praying and weeping
became an everyday routine,
it was so hard to believe
this was happening to me,

It's not over yet,
it never will be
everyday and every night,
it's in my memory...










(March 1998)
My sweet baby
you will always be with me...

Copyright © Tyesha Ehigiator

Details | I do not know? | |

Life

Life…………………….
 
Its mysteries
Its wonders
Babies born
Everyday
Thieves
Criminals 
New friends
New enemies
Adults pushing their   
Dreams
Threw their 
Children
Too many
 gangs
Not enough people
2 b their victims
Aids, STDS, too many
Things that can kill humans
TOO many
So many controlling
People when will they learn
Selfish, greedy, kind, considerate
Isolated, content , heartrending, mad ,hopeless
Wanting better
Wishing dead
Wanting a 2nd chance
Behind bars 5-life
Cut off from life
Not 1 family member
2 go 2
Make a mistake
Run 2 your rich father
Or mother
Not having a care in the world
So dim –witted 2 drop
Out of school
At the age 10
Wats is left of your life
U have no education to persuade your dream
Stuck can’t even get a job at Burger  King
U have so much knowledge but
Wat do u do with it nothing 
Making not even minimum wage 
Not enough 2 support your family
So burned in the head 
Give your baby up for adoption
Leave your baby with a hole in their heart
Giving up not accomplishing
Not enough strength 2 keep on
U just need an extra push, faith
Learning 2 4give &4get
Swearing to your self u will never
4give or 4get
Hating that they left u with contempt
Promising u will never cry
Nor put your head down &give up
Life can mean so many things
But it is the eyes u see it threw

Copyright © Ayana White

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Baby G

Baby G.
I've missed her longer than forever.
And I know she doesn't understand
But  trust me
She'll never see me again.
And at an age of only 6
She'll forget about me.
But I will never forget her.

"Baby G. stay calm and sound.
My little princess show your crown. 
I pray and pray every night 
That you will remember me
Don't let anybody take away the bond that we share."

I'm glad she has her brother with her 
Sometimes she'll get lonely
I hope she'll know she's not alone 
With her imaginary friends
And broken hopes
I'll love her more and more

And I would just want her to know 
To never ever lose hope.

Copyright © Evelyn Phillips

Details | I do not know? | |

MADE A BABY

we had no loot
so we toot
up on the root
this isnot mabe
we 
MADE A BABY

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr

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A Baby Was Born

Marching as one, they rejoice His Birth,
children of Faith, know His worth.
Gathered in worship, separated by miles,
all know the meaning of His given Child.
Wise Men came far, to look upon His face,
the child of Mary, asleep on the hay.
Shepards in the fields, were told to rejoice,
voices from Heaven, told of this boy.
A star led the way, across many a mile,
followed by many, to see the Savior Child.
One cannot forget, how Christmas began,
a baby was born, and Jesus, He was named.

Copyright © Christy Hardy

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 ©

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

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Fighting Cancer

Every day I am fighting cancer I'm stronger then it and can process faster.  It's funny to me how it works but I am going to show it defeat.  It can knock me down and hurt me but I will always be standing on both of my feet.

I can live with it or without it. It doesn't matter to me.  Hopes and dreams, sun's and breeze, night and day laugh with play I can live for another day.  I can show cancer I will be a winner, so it better out of my way.  Because I am going to be the one to be fantastic, just like a beautiful sunny day.

I feel sick and my bones feel weak as sticks.  But my heart is nice and strong like a stone, I have a family that loves me at home, so I know I am not alone through the struggle I am facing.  I am fighting cancer and it is kind of risky.  But I will win this fight and I will be able to sleep in peace and silence tonight.

It's a challenge though I guess it's just hard times in Idaho or all the world and that's intense.  This cancer thing just makes no sense.  But I can be stronger and get along and hopefully live longer. This is my story and hopefully it doesn't end out wrong.  And thanks to those who show me love.

I have a dream but every day that I breath it seems to extreme.  I have courage, power, and one day I will rise higher than a tower.  I am just a little girl who is whiter and more precious than a real pearl.  I am fighting cancer and I am trying to run faster so I can win and have cancer lost in the wind.  This is my dream and hopefully I will win. . . 


"This is a poem for a special friend of mine and her daughter has cancer God bless her and save her"

Copyright © Carlos Reyes