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Details | Free verse | |

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


Details | Limerick | |

Viagra Falls

There once was a man from Niagara
whose wiener's so long it would stab ya'

but when it got little 
his pills became skittles   
until he O.D.'d on Viagra

© ~JSLambert  2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!


Details | Personification | |

Whispers Within



I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.


Details | Quatrain | |

12,045 Days ......(and counting)

My affirmation deceitfully severed
forever robbed by selfishness
Left to tackle life alone 
Tumbling in the wake of my dad's mess

He left when I was three 
The crevasse has increased for 33 years
Traded his life with us 
For another woman and a couple of beers

He wasn't there to pick me up
When I fell off of my bike 
To teach me how to fish 
Or enjoy a nature hike

Now I'm a father to my son 
Hoping not to make the same mistake
Living day to day on this lake of life
My son in tow through my own wake

It's been nine years and we're going strong 
Six more years with my son
That's more with him than I had with mine 
My son I guard in a web I've spun

A web of love, discipline, and nurture
Full of "I love you's" and "see ya in the morning"
A kiss before school and one before bed
Lots of playing, talking, reading, and singing

My son doesn't know the pain I feel 
To not know my dad in intimate ways
No hands to comfort me or words to heal
No dad in sight for 12,045 days.............................(and counting) 






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My son and I have a great relationship and for this I am thankful......


Details | Quatrain | |

He Was Once a Politician

That's not my elephant! my father said to me
Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti
I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew
We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through

My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set
I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met
But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights
And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight

As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear
Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear
With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant
As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!


Details | Narrative | |

Color Me A Father

                   

A child with a crayon can color an imaginary world,
With dolls of mommies, daddies, boys and girls,
Full of horses, cowboys, cars and trains,
Can scratch them out and draw them all again,
Color me a rainbow with a pot of gold,
Color me a fairy with ribbons and bows,
Paint my face, a bright yellow sun,
In a green grassy field where a blue river runs,
With mountains and  trees set in a colorful scene,
Monkey bars, teeter-totters, an old tire swing,
Color my face with a bright happy smile,
In a wonderful world, if only for awhile,
I can pretend my life is happy and gay,
Not worry about the mean stuff, just for the day,
Not worry about what I will eat, or where I will sleep,
Or the cockroaches and rats that make me creep,
Color me a family with brothers and sisters,
Color me a man to call Daddy, not Mister,
Color my mom in a bright yellow dress,
Stretched in a hammock under a tree with a nest,
In the yard of the house, we can call our own,
With neighbors on each side of our lovely home,
Color my dreams carefree and wild,
Color my life always as a child,
Color me a father, color me a Dad,
Color me the life that I never had. 
Color me a garden with fruits of all kinds, 
Apples, pears with grapes on the vine, 
Color me a crayon that’s really a crayon,
Not this old sharpened pencil that I just found,
To draw my picture on this brown paper bag,
That was once filled with gin and Ole’ Granddad,
Now, Dream me a dream…Once upon a time,
 I had a real father that I can call mine!


Details | Rhyme | |

A man i'll never be

Growing up 
My father and me
He did the best he could
Because once we were three
 
Events happened
And then we were two
His rise and demise
As his life withdrew
 
Looking back, to the memories we had
They never lasted for years
Some great, some sad
For an ill man he did his best
And in me, I have his zest
 
He never recovered from the loss of his son
To say goodbye to the elder one
He was hospitalised for months and years
On the day he was taken, uncontrollable tears

The years we shared 
Fifteen in all
In every one
He helped me grow tall
To appreciate, what life will give
Remember your past, let your future live

He's all around me every day
For on the wind I hear him say
Enjoy your life, live happily
I hope you get to the land of the free

My reply to you Dad
As you look down on me
The Aura around you
The man I hope to be


" Happy Fathers Day to you Dad, I still miss you, your loving son James "
         To be read listening to Boston's < A Man i'll never be >
              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzOKrXj8Hp4


                http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


Details | Rhyme | |

Little Yellow Socks

* Written for my daughter, who really does have a precious pair of Little Yellow Socks.

Little Yellow Socks
       by Amy Swanson  12/5/2008

Little yellow socks
running down the hall
"Slow down with those socks on,"
I'd yell... too late, the fall!

Little yellow socks
padding softly late at night
climbing up into my lap
one more hug, out goes the light.

Little yellow socks
follow me with squeals of laughter;
Oh how she loves to run in them,
Begging me to come chase after!

Little yellow socks...
now not being worn a lot.
My little girl is growing up,
No longer just a tot.

Little yellow socks
will be cast aside someday
I must guard these precious moments;
in my heart, they'll safely stay.


Details | I do not know? | |

Listen to Her Cry

How can you not understand?
How much I need you in my life.
If only you could be my friend
And listen to me when I cry.
A girl needs her father’s love
To be willingly; not forced.
When she trembles inside out
She really needs to hear your voice.
Not only setting certain rules.
Or telling her what not to do
But also in a quiet time.
Just telling her she’s really fine.
Don’t talk to her about mistakes.
She won’t forget them anyway.
Just tell her it’ll be okay
And listen to her when she cries.
She really needs her dad tonight
To be at home; to hold her tight.


Details | Tanka | |

The Spirit Prevails

It is a new day
Something wonderful happened
You are now at peace
Like a phoenix rising up
From the ashes you prevail

We shall not mourn you
For you are not gone at all
We may not see you
Your presence lives on in us
Enduring the test of time

Radiant light shines
Upon us all forever
Glorious rays gleam
Emitting from your spirit
Keeping your memory strong

The lives you have touched
Will never forget you now
Though we may shed tears
These are tears of happiness 
Your spirit forever reigns

In the days to come
When we are all together
Celebrating life
Your spirit will consume us
Your peace will be our strength

Joy and happiness
Will be felt every moment
You gave us reason
To have faith in the future
Your legacy will live on…………..


Details | Rhyme | |

Father I love You

7:42 AM  3 Nov 2014

Thank you Father for loving me
I remember at 4 you called me to the window to see

The universe above and the earth below
I sang out to the stars but to whom I did not know

Then day by day you guided me and I grew learning that it was you
With every dawn and every eve I am in aw of what you've done and do

Life and death every second comes and passes
Children see with wonder and old men buy glasses

Still searching and discovering the Love that is You
Every little life exist because of what you do

Every living soul seeks to be with You
But it is sad that not all see You they are blinded and see only what they want to

I am writing this in poem form to share how much I love You
The rhymes are repetitive but love repeats in You

I love You Father through it all 
When I'm bowed low and when I stand tall

You called me those many years ago
You are my life and what I truly know

Thank You dear Father for loving me through
And no matter the end I will always love You


Details | Blank verse | |

A Brief Childhood

In the back of my head, in the garden shed,
I see him as clearly as fresh white paint:
A little boy sat on the creosote floor, 
Dragged grazed knees hugged up to his chin, 
So familiar, so resonant and never faint. 
He shivers and weeps on the wooden ground, 
Alone, almost silent, with hardly a sound, 
In retreat from a world he cannot understand 
That Is ruled and defined by a callused hand.

It's his seventh birthday and a slowing flood 
Of mucus and blood flows from swollen lips, 
A tooth bares a nerve and a jagged chip, 
But the pain means no more than dandelion clocks 
Or cuckoo spit; the act alone the gestalt of it.

Some days he would walk for miles, 
To see beyond the next hill, around the bend, 
Kicking slowly along, his shadow twice his size, 
Dwarfing him, tracking him, a passive friend. 
Perhaps to find some haven, someone to 
Take him in, rescue his heart, and want him;
But strangers, though kindly, approached 
With the dusk and it always ended the same way:
"Where do you live?" they would say
And thoroughly drilled, he would quietly reply,
In emotion drained monotone,
His address and number of the telephone,
And they always took him back home.

Some days he would walk for miles,
To sit on the edge of the viaduct, 
Perched perilously with nothing to lose, 
Dangling feet in small scuffed shoes, 
Dropping pebbles and stones to the 
Rocks and undergrowth far, far below, 
Imagining if he may fall in their stead, 
What then would be left to know?

The fall down the stairs snapped his ankle
Like a spindly twig, fractured some ribs,
Dislocated his jaw.
The children's ward, antiseptic and bright,
Young nurses in uniform, starched and white
Were so kind to him, he almost cried, bringing concern
And orange squash and a paper straw.

Sometimes it’s like this when things go wrong, 
A scapegoat is needed to blame things on. 
People thought him shy, with head bowed low, 
Lost in comics and books, lost in himself, 
Denying the threat of another blow. 
He was not shy, just hiding and biding, 
Keeping his head down and trying not to show.

Life is a scoundrel, and time a cohort thief, 
Stealing a childhood with no reprieve, 
Leaving only the slow burning sense of relief, 
That an unpleasant childhood seemed mercifully brief.


Details | Didactic | |

Father's Day Prayer

Dear merciful and gracious God
The Supreme Father of wisdom
The One who provides knowledge and understanding
The guiding light of all creation
Leader, provider, and shepherd of our fathers

I call upon You today in a mighty way 
Please shed Your love of intercession on our fathers
Guide their feet while they run this race
Strengthen their hearts as they walk Your way
Cleanse their thoughts as they strive to stay on Your path
Provide them with hope as they learn to pray 
Sustain them with Your love from day to day

Touch their total being as the family’s foundation
Show them wisdom to provide wise counsel 
Open their hearts to impart Your values and the Gospel
Walk with them and guide their feet around sinking sand
Listen to their pleas all across Your land

Mold them as You are the potter and they are the clay
Teach them how to kneel with children and pray
Talk with them as they would with their child and family 
Impart divine wisdom, knowledge, and understanding upon them
Wrap them in Your mercy and surround them with Your glory

These blessings I ask as Your humble servant
In the name of Your begotten son Jesus
The Morning Star of all creation
Singing praises to His name
Henceforth until everlasting
Bless all fathers today and always,
Amen!

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~

Author’s comments:  I thank God for my father, Kenneth Spence, a great father.  He was the 
kind of person when the dinner table was set you don’t want to be late.  His stories were 
entertaining and victorious.  His instructions were always helpful and meritorious and his 
praises uplifting and glorious.  May he rest in peace!

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Terza Rima | |

December Sky

I sit, with deep contentment, by the window 
And watching the young evergreen out-shadowed
The oak tree, where love once etched on it, I sowed 

My time quietly slipped into the picture
Between my only son and his firstborn son
Between the past, the present, and the future

I have the feelings, but no words are spoken
When the words are spoken, my own feelings gone
Hidden for life, in my sagging rocking chair

I felt the late afternoon cold breeze, touching 
White-bearded face, with the autumn scent tingling 
While the golden sun has faded, into gray

I saw the charmed naked ladies, still smiling
In a bright purplish pink, for there are no snows
Soon, the land will be white, when tomorrow bows

As I eagerly wait for December sky
To glow, with sensational firecrackers’ lights
In my arms, my grandson awaken from sleep

No words spoken, but, has the smile on his face
In him I saw myself, in my father’s arm
Now I know, December’s coming, to give grace




Details | Acrostic | |

Seed Of Friendship-A dedication

L-iving in a world of vast 
souls formed from 
another voided world,
E-ntering thru portals 
from their world to earth.
O-ozing spetacular smell 
and wail when the chips 
are down.
N-urtured from cradle to 
adulthood-independent
entity with a new world 
to face.
O-rganizes oneself for the 
task ahead,passing thru 
hurdles of life unabased 
and unabashed.
R-eaps the fruit of labor 
with joy or heavy heart.
A-ge sets in,mission 
accomplished or not will 
dawn on the entity.

I-n retrospect,he thinks 
about his childhood and 
how life was to him.

L-iving in confidence or 
shame,he bows his head 
in victory or defeat.
O-nly the taste of time 
will tell the durability of 
his achievements.
V-oid of preference the 
aim result bears the 
foundation for his lineage.
E-njoyment or lack lies 
with the works of the 
man,for there is no food 
for the slothful.

Y-oung ones,a stitch in 
time saves nine,make 
haste while the sun 
shines.
O-iling your lamb always 
like the ten virgins is the 
key to success.
U-rging you to shun peer 
pressure and focus on 
the course marked out 
for you by fate,so a 
fulfilled life you shall live.





An acrostic for you 
Leonora Galinita.


Details | Personification | |

Pulse

One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last, 
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above - 
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
	There is a pulse.

One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them, 
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
	There is a pulse.

One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
	There is a pulse.


Details | Epitaph | |

My Father

I miss you dad every single day
The wonderful Times I remember 
Are the times we spent together going 
To dinner and church
The times I will cherish always on this earth
Your gentle ways and smiles and hugs
Made Life worthwhile for this is true
Forever you are missed in my heart and soul
But the forever is Heaven and you are there basking
In the Light of the Lord
I miss you dad and loved you so much 
But eternity is yours to no longer hurt
Cancer is what took you far too soon
I am always remembering your hugs and 
I loved you so much too.
Eternity is there for you now and forever
Remember I love you and Kisses from here
to you in the forever they call Heaven from earth


Details | Elegy | |

Sometimes I wonder..........

Sometimes I wonder.........
Where will I be when I get old
Who will love me for my soul
Thoughts of loneliness cross my mind
Am I running out of time?
It’s so scary in this desolate place 
Staring out a window into space
What have I done during my time here on earth?
Who will be waiting on me?  Did I earn my worth?
Life passes by really fast
Always thought my time would last
Thinking of my people that have gone on before me
Do they know…...Is that where they’ll be?
Remembering the last smile I saw on his face
Will I have to run his same race
Will they leave me alone to think of my time of the past
Or will they surround me to celebrate and have a blast
Pictures and memories is all that’s left
Tear after tear while I take deep breaths
Stones and lettered monument will be there for me
The sunshine and the storms pass while I sleep
In this narrow place I will lie
Unable to speak, unable to cry
Thy will is done and now time moves on
Who is next?  Who will be gone?
Sometimes I wonder…………… 


By  Johnnie Eaves


Details | Free verse | |

Since First I Saw You

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


Details | Bio | |

My Origin

Where do I come from? Well we all come 
from somewhere. I was born in a small 
town, here in in good old U S of A. South 
to the border, by the Rio Grand. Mission 
Texas is the town's name.

My real parents came from Mexico. My
grandmother, it was said  - she came from 
Spain. My grandfather was indian. He fought 
in the Revolution. Both were on my mother's
side.

On my father's side, never knew too much, 
only that the grandmother died kind of 
young. The grandfather died years later, but
I never got to know them.

My father left my mom, when I was only three.
He never came back. My mother gave away my 
sisters, than later she gave me. She only kept
my brother, maybe she couldn't keep me.

I was raised with a nice lady and her husband.
I learned to call her mom. That title she had 
earned and my respect most of all. My parents
that raised me were poor, but made sure I had 
something to eat. My mother made my dresses 
so that I could go to school.

I learned to read and write and enjoyed school
very much, but I had to quit at fifteen to help my
parents out. Years later I went back and finished
my High School. 

I did not go to college , or mastered in any degree. 
I am what you might call self taught. For about thirty
years I worked with electronics and did my job well.
I gained respect from my bosses and high top
engineers.

My parents taught me good values that have helped 
me  through out life. I am not ashamed of my 
origin, of Mexican Heritage I came. I am what you
would call a TEX. MEX. and I live up to my name...

Just a little about myself. Hope
you enjoy it.

written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


Details | Rhyme | |

ANGELus

Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.

He did more than his share of chasing women 

and townsfolk say that he was very much the boozer,

but beneath all of his irresponsibility stood a champion the purest of heart.

The Good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.

Angelus was abused by his father. Conflicts arose between the two quite often.

His father saw his son as a family disgrace 

and wouldn't hesitate to get the whip and beat him.

"Why does my father hate me so? Families should love you no matter what.

How can I give my family what they desire 

when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"

Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily, leaving him in a very confused place to be.

"I love them! I hate them!" Angelus would cry. "I hate them for not loving me."

One evening he was drowning his sorrows. Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.

The vixen Darla then said as she ran her fingers through his hair,

"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.

I too never knew the love of a family. I roamed this world living my life as a whore,

searching for the love of family in the arms of strangers 

who cared less after they had used me once more.

I can only imagine the pain that you suffer. 

I never knew my family and perhaps it's just as well,

because seeing you here now with your family and a family that doesn't love you

is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.

You've two choices before you Angelus my sweet.

End your life now and free yourself from this torment

or spend forever with me and together we'll seek life's bittersweet but eternal enjoyment.

If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.

Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.

Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.

Let me give you my eternal kiss."

He gazed upon her and thought to himself, "This one truly must be my salvation."

"I choose you," he then said as he closed his eyes

and so began Angelus's damnation.

She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.

All of his Good, all of his Soul all disappear.

Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.

He was the vampire all vampires would fear.

Angelus's Revenge >
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=190796


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Climbing Levels Of Spiritual Enlightenment

learning from the past turning the dark into light grasping a lesson from our Father climbing levels of enlightenment The Almighty presents us with lessons each and everyday it is our job to acknowledge the lessons and grow from them Although presented in different ways we all go through the same lessons in life I call it "climbing levels of spiritual enlightenment" if you grasp the lesson presented and live by that lesson you will begin your climb if you fail to live by that lesson you will tumble back down over and over hence the lessons will be presented to you once again until you achieve them The lessons are not always pleasant as the flesh cries out in pain as I climb and fall throughout my life the agony is soon replace with delight a little pain to receive a blessing from our King What appears to be a failure or a loss with no way out is simply a hidden blessing , a gift from our King...... It's time to start climbing!!! lets grow strong..........


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yesterday today and tomorrow

I loved you yesterday
I love you today
I will love you tomorrow too
for this is what the Lord has asked us to do
somethings  happen in life
and we may never know the reasons  why
but I will love you when  you laugh
 I will love you when you cry
you may never understand why
I Love you and would be willing to support you in all that you do
  but yesterday, today and tomorow too
whatever  life may bring I will still  Love you.


John 13 v 35   Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.”


 hebrews 6 v 10-12  For God is not unjust. He will not forget how hard you have worked for him and how you have shown your love to him by caring for other believers,* as you still do. 11 Our great desire is that you will keep on loving others as long as life lasts, in order to make certain that what you hope for will come true. 12 Then you will not become spiritually dull and indifferent. Instead, you will follow the example of those who are going to inherit God’s promises because of their faith and endurance.


John 15  v 13 There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command. 15 I no longer call you slaves, because a master doesn’t confide in his slaves. Now you are my friends, since I have told you everything the Father told me. 16 You didn’t choose me. I chose you. I appointed you to go and produce lasting fruit, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for, using my name. 17 This is my command: Love each other.




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Winter Memory

Snowflakes fell, large and wet, 
On that early morning in December
Our country home was soon enfolded
In winter's cold, white mantle

The noonday sun parted the somber clouds
With rays smiling and bright
It seemed to be saying...
"That's enough snow...for now"

Mother walked along the silent path
To where the mail was waiting
She paused for a moment and smiled
The untouched landscape, glittering white before her
Awoke the child within her heart

She began to play
Soon the beginnings of a snowman
Rested at her feet

My father watched the scene unfold
Through the bedroom window
His eyes glittered as brightly as the snow
A smile creased his face
And a chuckle escaped his lips

This picture is etched forever
In the corners of my heart
Forever I will see her there playing in the snow
Forever I will see him broadly smiling at her delight 
Forever I will see them both so completely full of joy
So full of life
So full of love.


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My Grandfathers Bilum

Bilum is a type of woven bag in Papua New Guinea (PNG)
...............................

How grandfather’s bilum, which
Across my father’s bare chest,
In a loving embrace slung.
Like the Leleki baskets’ blest
How while so pregnant swung.

How dwelleth he my father in its rich
Splendour till handing-over of its rest,
Then over my clothed chest again sways.
O this old bilum! like all other blest
No longer is laden with in my days.

For its treasures I search in earnest,
That I may grandfather’s mind know.
O this bilum is no longer pregnant!
Along the way, maybe some time ago,
How many treasures fade; this instant

Till my sleep, I’ll summon eagerness
To my modern soul strengthened to seek.
Grandfather’s treasures may be hidden;
Yet through a new eye must I ever peek
For glimpses my days have forbidden.

By: Jeffrey Febi        25 Oct 2010


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Chef - Dad

If he were my Dad, he would be the best.
A distinguished Chef that taught me to cook.
An ever loving Heart, beats in his chest.
His spare time , he writes a Poetry book.
When its done; as a Poetry Family; We should all take a look.
.
I have a distinct advantage, in the Culinary Arts.
“Dad” was a self made Chef : Loved by Culinary : ALL.
You have an distinct advantage, with your Ever Loving Hearts.
We climb the stairs of Poetry; to the Poet Laureate’s Hall.
We spend half of Eternity, reading Poems upon the wall.

He's a teacher, a Chef, a poet; a husband that Loves his Wife.
Allthough she now lives in Heaven, as she has for forty years.
His heart has found someone new; that has given him new life.
Barbara Jean, whom I call Mom; has dried up past forlorn tears. 
He is a man deeply in love with everyone he knows, he loves all his peers.

This is a Quintain I wrote for Francine Roberts Contest "  English Quintain Contest
Dedicated to "Dad  and Mom" Harry D. Johnson aka Harry, HG, Liege and Barbara Jean
Gorlick aka BG, Mom I wrote this Dec. 3 I added the third stanza today Dec. 14


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Battle of the words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications


Love your self...



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It's Time to Change

How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life’s not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you’re losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it’s time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you’d like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won’t last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It’s time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it’s hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you’ve been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something’s askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There’s help for you along the way. You’ll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, “Thy Will Be Done”, and you’ll see it, I’m sure, but just don’t run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He’ll help bear the load. Don’t bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You’ll get there soon, if you just don’t stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You’ll start to believe you’re in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you’ll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you’ll know he’s there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God’s hands today! There’s no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you.
Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006


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Grandpa's Wink

One night I was trying to put a wide-awake and unruly child to bed.
She slipped, and slid, and giggled as she ran everywhere else instead.
But then I finally caught her as she climbed upon her Daddy’s lap.
He ask her why she wouldn’t go to sleep and monsters is what he got.
So Daddy told her a bedtime story that calmed her down at last.
His chair sat by the windows, where he could see the sky.
She’d noticed that he sat there nightly starring at those stars.
He told her to look for one that winked for it was Grandma saying good night.
Another one would be Grandpa who would take her cares to heart.
And one would be her Guardian Angel to keep her safe at night.
But the best of all would be God who would be there to plot her daily course.
Then look at all the twinkling ones…. They are the Angels as they rejoice.
And the Aurora Borealis is the music to those stars.
Now listen very carefully, and watch with all your heart…
And you will see you’re not alone in your bedroom late at night.
For how can you be alone with so much going on just for you?
Then Daddy gently picked her up and took her off to bed.
Now she wouldn’t go to sleep unless the curtains were open this night instead.

Then years later I was listening as she put her own precious wee one to bed…
And you will never guess… She said exactly what her father had said…
I went back to that old chair and thanked her Daddy for his wisdom thru the years…
And as I looked upon the stars… he winked good night to me, I’m sure…


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I Recieved what I Prayed For

"LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS"
Sorrow's pain and tears, wased AWAY
In His Blood: "His Precious Blood"
I kneel to GOD's Glory, thru the Everlasting Day
Surrounding me, God's LOVE So Pure, mankind never severs
 
In His Blood "His Precious Blood"
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
His Light Shimmers, Glows; with Father God's Glory
Surrounding me, God's LOVE so PURE, mankind never severs
Thru the Garden of Eternity as a seedling becomes a bud
 
Following my Savior, My Rose of Sharon; My GOD
GOD'S Light Shimmers, Glows : with HIS Glory 
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
Songs, Hymns of Praise, Proverbs, and Psalms, tell His story
Thru the Garden of Forever, My Infinite Soul, Shall trod
 
I Kneel before JESUS, Singing Praises of LOVE
He Dies, He Lives again, and walks with me to my Salvation
God in His LOVING Mercy, Embraces my Heart and Soul
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
As Dreams of Youth Explain Love's Revelation
 
Sorrow's pain and Tears, washed AWAY
In His Blood, " His Precious Blood"
I kneel to GOD's Glory, thru the Everlasting Day
Surrounding Mankind : GOD's Light of Pure LOVE
"LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS"


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blood transfusion



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Serenity

 

As a peaceful wind pushed long and free
simple love had arrived in perfect time
with a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley
a seed of love took flight in summer winds  free

simple love had arrived in perfect time
as I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light
a seed of love took flight in summer winds free
Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me

as I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light
with a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley
Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me
as a peaceful wind pushed long and free 




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Love is the Key ---to Victory ---Victory in Jesus

In Life 
Each person goes through
many different types of tribulations
Troubles hits homes
Even Nations

You can hate evil
That's spun
But We Believers know
Love Is the Key to Victory


You gotta Love People
Even those whom do you wrong
For You belong to Jesus
As Jesus said.. with His Last Breath
"Father... Forgive them"
"For they do not know what they do"

As Our Father states
Love one another Tenderheartedly
Never let go of Love inside of thee
You otta Love People~Far and wide
Show Love you have inside

Here on this Earth
Show them all How much they are Worth
All People are Worth Everything
God's Only Begotten Son.. Our King
Showed God's Divine Love for all
He died on the Cross and Risen
Just for You and Me~All People

All Souls.. chance to be whole
Even Souls whom portray evil in days
What profit do you receive
If You only Love those.. whom Love thee?

Love All People
There is many forms of Love
God gives Blessings in Life
Precious is Souls
Whom Love's Shares-shows
God's Glorious Light
Glowing through day and night
Shining.. Bringing others to Christ

All People are Beautiful
Even those who.. don't know what they do
Forgive all those whom do.. or done you wrong
For Knowing You belong to Our Father's Son
Shine Your Light.. bright.. Bright.. BRIGHT!

There's many Relationships
can come about
Love is in Air.. no doubt
God's Blessings are Every Where
Love between You and Me~all People

You can hate this world
But You otta Love Souls
For without Love for one another
then there is No point for each other

Love makes world go around
Love is Greatest Gift can be found
Love between.. You and Me~all People
Most Love of All..  Love Pure and True
Love that God.. Almighty 
has given to me.. and You
And All People to receive 
DIVINE LOVE
All of Us--Come to Jesus.. Believe

Believe in Love
Love is The Greatest thing
Love makes Life worth Living
Love gives.. so Others can Live

As God so Loved the World
He gave... His Divine Love of all
Just for You and Me~All People
Save Souls.. Of God's Children
Always Love Tenderheartedly 
For All.. People in World

How do You portray Your Love?
To those whom Love You
Or to All People.. in World

Or to none.. and just let World go by
awaiting for moment.. Christ
Come Shine Your Love.. Light Through
Jesus died and Risen for Me & You~All People

Love One Another.. as Christ Loves Us
Forgive Each other.. As Our Father forgives Us
Save Souls.. As God Saved Us


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In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.


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Poem For My Daddy

I can't believe how long it's been.
The time goes by so fast.
The pain, I try to keep within;
Those memories of the past. 
 
I've tried so hard to understand
Your motives of that day.
You made a choice to leave us and
Just went along your way.
 
I didn't know how bad it was
I didn't know your pain.
You never shared your thoughts because
You hated to complain.
 
When I was young, I worshiped you;
My hero; proud and strong;
Someone to tell my problems to
And teach me right from wrong.
 
I wanted to be Daddy's Girl.
I tried so hard to please.
And there was nothing in the world
To make that longing ease.
 
“I Love You” never crossed your lips;
I never heard that sound.
I guess it wasn't in your script;
Those feelings, too profound.
 
No “Honey”, “Darlin’”, “Sweetie Pie”
Was ever said by you,
Right up until the day you died,
I never had a clue.
 
Your work was always number one;
I never measured up.
My best, when all was said and done,
Was never good enough. 
 
In later years as you grew old,
You needed me much more,
My hero, who was once so bold;
Now hid behind a door.
 
Your sight grew dim, your strength gave out,
Your mind was not the same.
Your eyes were filled with fear and doubt,
And yes, a touch of shame.
 
I saw that you were growing weak.
At times, I saw you cry.
I tried, but was afraid to speak,
I never will know why.
 
The choice you made that fateful day
Is one I’ll never make.
Although at times I’ve lost my way
There is too much at stake.
 
How could you leave us all alone
To deal with what came then?
To tell my Mother you were gone,
Oh, where would I begin?
 
You took the choice out of God’s hands.
I guess you couldn’t wait
Until we all could understand
The meaning of our fate.
 
You had to know it would be me
Who found you, yes…it’s true.
Did you not care that it would be
How I remembered you?
 
You pulled the trigger on that gun
And ended all your pain.
Not caring mine had just begun
And always would remain.
 
I wonder if you’re happy now.
I pray that you’ve found peace.
I hope that someday and somehow
My guilt will finally cease.
 
If only I had been aware
Of what you’d planned to do;
A word; a touch to say I cared…
Could I have gotten through?
 
I think of you each day and night
I love and miss you still
Your memory still shines its light
I guess it always will.


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Surprising Kindness

I came upon an old man,
A homeless, wretched soul.
He looked so sad and helpless,
In his hands, he held a bowl.
He was propped against the building,
So, his weakness would not show.
He saw the world through glasses,
With hair as white as snow.

I heard my father whisper,
As my eyes filled with tears,
“One need much more than money,
One needs his loved ones near.”
My father loved his family,
Does this old one feel the same?
With my father’s soul beside me
I asked the old one’s name.

His name, he said with feeling,
Was lost with all he owned.
A thief assumed his identity,
Then, all he had was blown.
His wife died in December,
The vulture, then closed in,
Pounced while he was grieving,
Then, his life changed again.

I gathered the frail body to me,
Spoke kindly, acknowledged his need,
A home and a heart full of loving,
My family would plant the seeds.
Love is the first to be planted,
Followed by trust in their care.
My father’s spirit surrounds us,
His example taught us to share.

The old one lost all his pallor,
With love and trust he gained
More than he ever hoped for,
Another family, who gave him a name.
Grandpa, we decided to dub him
As we fought for all he had lost.
As he won the last legal battle,
His life was the price that it cost.

The old one wanted cremation.
My mother did not and she prayed.
Next thing we knew came a lawyer,
And the Last Will and Testament played.
My mother, for once, became speechless,
And I drew in no better air.
Grandpa was there in the picture,
Leaving us undisputed heirs.


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Dad Was The Last Snowflake

The last great snowflake standing
Little snowflakes fell swiftly
All around the house they fell
Eight male flakes_three little girls

House was lively in winter
As they all warmed by the fire
Boys' boistour tales, girls brush long hair
Then silence all rested heads

At four A.M. each morn_chores
Breakfast, lunch packed off to school
Walking that long mile was rule
School was important dad said

Soon the oldest snowflake wed
As life goes all followed him
Leaving the warm hearth behind
Some of them to produce twins

As life goes_death visited
All their humble doors sadness
Some had children die at birth
And some at very young age

What they saw in their lifetime
Changes that took place_cars_planes
Atom bomb that ended war
None their warm family disgraced

Death started visiting doors
One above  middle went home first
Then slowly they all went home
But dad was the last snowflake


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Daddies little girl

Belove,  my dear friend
Stand by my side
For I shall not cry
My sins, will go over the earth
Mountains shall depart
Father, I'm talking to you

I remember, dreams and memories
Times my soul was lost in the valley
And in your arms
In moments I open my eyes
I see your shadow on my curtain
Feel your spirit above my head
Feel the wind and sense it's you
Daddy, listen
I'm speaking to you

I never had a chance, to tell you
Give me your pain
Let me carry your weight
Drown your medication in my blood
Papa , listen to my thunder

I was only fourteen
In another state
Hearing, cancer was your case
Yet, it was a little to late
The day my ears heard
Your soul went to rest
Dad, come in this soul
Listen to my thoughts

I will never forget your face
My dear friend
I will keep you in my dreams
Daddy
I will treasure our memories
Papa
I will always remember my soul in the valley
Dad
I will know, you are my father
By blood
Dear friend
By communication
Angel
By protection
Belove, shall always stand by my side
For, I shall no longer cry
Only stand by your side
In a beautiful lifetime
            
Love,
Daddies little girl


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My Father's Face

From somewhere far beneath,
My father's face is rising to replace my own.
Each year the brightly silvered surface of my mirror
Reveals some other common feature
Pushing its way to the fore.

The silver of the years finds its way
Into the hair retreating at the same rate;
Years marching forward as the hairline marches back
In lockstep time. What's left shines
With the wintry distinction of age.

Whose eyes are these that now look out
From beneath my brow? Are these the eyes that watched my child in sleep,
Or now those elder eyes that watched over me so long ago?
And what self is that at rest behind my silvered temples,
That rests its thoughts so heavy on these things?

Photos of the two of us together
Show the kinship of expression
The matching etchings of experience
That leave no doubt
As to the common blood by which we're bound.

I can no longer view myself
Without his prescence being there as well;
Moreover, the image of his father
Shows the like upwellings in him.

The visage of the man who came before
The three of us I've never seen;
But I deem it probable there was little difference,
And so back this face we share may go, ad infinitum.

Every face is a story
Of the life and its ways that shaped it.
This being so, I cannot help but feel ennobled
By the lines and lessons which have been passed to me.
This is the face I shall carry
From now to the end of my days.

My I tend it, and wear it, well.


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Only God Can Answer

When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When we first turned sixteen, 
my best friend got a brand new car.
We had plans for Friday night, 
but Wednesday, she didn't get far.
I cried when I hung up the phone, 
"Daddy! Why my best friend?"
He came and sat down on my bed, 
as we talked about the end. 
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then I laid and cried a while.
Further down the road, 
I stood dressed up in white.
The night that I'd been waiting for, 
I'd found my Mr. Right!
I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed?
I seem to have it all!
When some just have no luck, 
they don't have much at all."
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then he walked me down the aisle.
Then thirty years flew by.
Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby.
and Daddy's time grew shorter, 
and every day became a maybe. 
Then sadly the Dr. said "its time to say goodbye "
and by his bed I stood.
I just couldn't believe it, 
that he'd be gone for good.
"Daddy why do you have to go?"
I asked him as I sobbed.
I knew it was his time, 
but still, my heart felt robbed. 
"I'll ask him when I get there..."
he told me with a smile.
"If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while!
I know you think that this will hurt you, 
but these days are grains of sand, 
and heaven is the Ocean!
We'll be together once again."


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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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Jesus

Jesus
Immortal love
Tranquility for us
Our life everlasting thereof
Above


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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


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A Long Cold-Chill

I watched the penguins woddle along,
On cold-hard ice; where they belong.

From water to land, they scurried around,
Flapping their feet on frozen ground.

Herds of them were standing still,
Settling down to a long cold chill.

Mother passes her egg to father carefully;
Knowing he'll care for it, so, naturally.

He'll protect it from the harsh-cold nights,
In a warm snug pouch away from sight.

For mother must find many fish to catch,
While father stays until it is hatched.

Long-dark days of Winter will change to Fall,
Returning mother, with, her familiar call.

Such a sweet sound for father's ear,
Ending another, long-cold Winter year.

Giving father penguin a much needed break,
For their chick is born and fully awake.

With such a huge urge to quickly eat,
Yes, many tasty meals of fresh, fish-meat.


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Have You Been Hurt By Religion

Have You Been Hurt By “Religion”?

Are you tired of “religious people”
 knocking at your door?
You wish they’d leave...  “You can’t take it anymore!”

Have you been hurt by “church people” sometime in the past?
Somehow they hurt you...  And the pain continues to last…

Have you been “wounded” by something
 somebody has said?
Perhaps you wonder if “they wish you were dead…”

Perhaps there’s someone that you 
may have “befriended…”
They have done something that
 has hurt you and “offended.”

There’s probably many people that you wish would “go away.”
Because of something they’ve 
done to “darken your day.”

I’ve been there many times…  Believe me I know.
How someone’s actions or words can hurt your soul.

Even those who go to church are 
often not very kind.
And they don’t hesitate to 
give you “a piece of their mind.”

Religion is not the answer.  Look to Jesus 
and the life he gives!
He alone has the power to love
 and completely forgive!

It’s only in his shed blood that you can find atonement.
He can change your life now!  This very moment!

He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit.
An everlasting joy and love...  He freely gives it!

He can do what no “church” or “religion” could ever do
He can restore your life today.  
And make you BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton


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How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?

How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?

It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!

The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.

It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!

The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.

If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.

If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!

If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!

If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!

As a family…  Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!

Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!

He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Boy Like Me?

In spite of it all....
Traveling over the Brooklyn Bridge, lights aglow
What a magnificent sight
Crossing the waters unto the city
Upon the dawning of the night....
On his way to New York, a kid from California
Doing the circuit about the East Coast
Still in awe of it all; newness, has yet to fall
From a very big world, in part, he has come to see
New York City~The Empire~The Towers~Times Square
Forty Second and Broadway~The Statue, of "Liberty"....
Dwarfed by the rises, and lost among the, the crowds
The only eyes that know him, smiling, and looking down
I did it all for you ~
Eyes wide, bright lights, colorful sights, skies
Thinking, where is Sachs Fifth Avenue? Broadway, straight ahead....
The collar of his trench coat turned upward, to cover the chill
From about his neck; this kid from California
Three thousand miles away from home
Smiling at everyone, as he passes them by
Exchanging good evenings, good days, and
Glimpses into their precious eyes....
Faces he'll someday remember, perhaps?
As he looks back, upon a moment
A day, a night, a time, in New York City, amid an East Coast journey
For a kid from California, once, upon a life ~
Grab a bite....I think I'll buy that watch
Deeper into the subway....The hands upon the towers clock
"Got a light?"~"Sorry, but I don't smoke" 
So, that's how they sound?
Their voices, with that certain, prominence
"No thanks, I'm fine," don't think, today
I need, to get high!....
Staring down and all around, in awe of it all, once again
All the lights, all the sights, far above...."Above"
I did it all for you ~
Bright eyes, smiling eyes, smiling faces
Beautiful faces, everywhere, he turned...."Stars"
With stories endless, like glitter, poured
The pages of their lives~The story, of "His" mankind.... 
To a kid from California, with  innocence, still, in his eyes ~
Upon the steets of New York City; doing an East Coast circuit
Long ago? Not really~But, once, upon a "Life"
"I did it all, for "You!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Boy Like Me?


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Battling Addiction

I was all excited when I heard you were on.
I sent you positive things to decorate your wall.
I gave you pictures to remember the loved ones lost.
We have chatted and started to catch up.  

 You told me something that broke my heart.
I can’t believe you are willing to go back.
What do you miss about the place?
The waking up and going to bed in a cage?
Walking the same corridors wearing the same thing as everyone else?
Being alone while your thoughts beat your mind up day and night?
Having no way to call to say hi?

Your decisions run your life here is your turn to decide.
Chose wisely from here on out.
Say no to the games the devil plays.
Remember the devil took 5 long years away.

Believe in your father and defend his name.
He will forgive you for all your sins
He will show you a love you’ve never known.
He can open doors for you to walk through
He can open windows for your spirit to fly through at night.
He will send angels to guard your dreams from the demons you fight.

I have learned a lot since you have been gone.
I was at a fork in my life where I needed peace of mind.
I turned to my father in the sky for guidance to get by.

He sent an angel to guide my way
Someone to help build up my confidence and trust
My foundation is firm and my faith is strong; my spirit grows with a deeper love.
I see things others don’t see.
I understand things others long to know.
I am one with my world
I am a child of god’s love this I know.

I will never need or want again.
My lord has already accepted my hand.
He will provide when he feels fit
And hears every one of my prayers I say.

I understand you only know pain.
But don’t you get sick of the struggling?
The way you battle yourself inside?
 I know it ate me up at night.

So do me a favor before you have that drink?
Remember all the promises you have made.

Go out and help someone in need
everyone needs help back to their feet.
I will be here to listen to you,
I will be here to help you through.
But I can’t make the decision for you.
It is you choice so decide.

What means more a drink or goodbye?
You have one chance left please choose right
or off to jail you go for the rest of your life…

I LOVE YOU!!! Don’t drink please 


2-19-2013


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Unrequited Love

While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin. 

Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions? 

Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.

My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.

Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.

Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.

Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.


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Prince Charming *YEAH RIGHT*

When I was a just little girl
Daddy told me a tale
About how I’d find my Prince
Then I’d wear a wedding veil

He said...

Your Prince will be brave and strong
He will keep safe you from harm
He’ll always stand right by your side
Proud to have you on his arm

He will share with you his riches
He’ll Comfort you at night
He’ll wipe away your falling tears
And when it’s dark, he’ll be your light

He will be honest and faithful
On him I could depend
For he would be the man
With whom my life I’d spend

I finally thought I met my Prince
Our wedding bells did chime
It didn’t take very long
To realize I married slime

Strong and Brave?

Late one night while sleeping
I heard a crash, “what was that?”
He quickly shoved me out of bed
“Don’t forget the baseball bat”

Stand beside me?

Nightly we would take a walk
But in his steps I would tread
For this loving Prince of mine
Was always many blocks ahead

Share his riches?

This always makes me laugh
He promised a new car I would get
But when we left the dealership
He drove off in his new Corvette


Honest and faithful?

How do I love thee?
Let me count the lies
Since when does faithful mean
Playing between another’s thighs

Daddy you said he’d wipe my tears
But that was just a lie
You see it was this loving Prince
That always made me cry

I don’t believe in fairy tales
Or that dreams will come true
I’ve only ever met one Prince
Daddy, that Prince was you!


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My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me

My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me As a child, my parents did their best to raise me. Teaching me about God, because they loved me! They taught me God’s ways,. This was their intention. They read the Bible, with an undivided attention. Each day I awoke. I was glad mom and dad where there. Especially when we gathered around the table in prayer. The many times we spent together I haven’t forgot. I’m so thankful for the Christian values taught. The values helped shape me into what I am today. And have helped keep me on “the narrow way.” I believe many of these values are being discarded. Even before many families are being started. A respect for God’s word seems to be a thing of the past. It’s no wonder many relationships don’t last. God’s principles must be our daily ambition. His love must be our rock and a TRUE foundation! We must seek his purpose and divine way of living. It’s HIS example that must be our way of giving! Giving to others kindness and love that binds us as one. Through the witness we have in Christ… His son! May God bless our hearts and homes in one accord. As we give our attention to Jesus Christ our Lord! By Jim Pemberton 10/01/11


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My Dad

It never quits
My dad's h i t s
I see myself in the mirror
And I am to become
But I just go numb
It hurts to see
What all he has done to me
It never fails
When he hears me wail
It never quits
My dad's h i t s


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A Woman, With A Bucket

A seed was kept, by a pretty woman, in her pocket
As she goes, up and down the stairs, with a bucket

For nine long months, she has it, inside her pocket
Till she finally lost her strength to carry the bucket

When the seed popped up, from her maiden pocket
She promised herself, not to let it grow, in a bucket

Though, there is still great pain, in her worn pocket 
She continues, even she’s weak, to carry the bucket

To the man of her life, she entrusted him her pocket
Till she went broke, nothing left, but just her bucket

Worst, the conman planted a seed, inside her pocket
He left her, when she has nothing, but only a bucket

Times has passed, the woman has gained her pocket
Because of a strong-willed mind, to carry the bucket

She has a fine young man, the seed, from her pocket
He is matured and never felt ashamed, of her bucket

When the beloved Romeo learned, of her full pocket
He returned with promises, of help, to fill the bucket

Too late, his own seed, he had planted, in her pocket
Will not accept him, for leaving them, with a bucket

No more love for the man, who likes only her pocket 
Nor, for the man, who left them, because of a bucket

Will you pity the man, who has but an empty pocket?
Will you pity a woman, who carries her own bucket?

Will you hate me, if, I wish not to share my pocket?
Will you love me, if, I leave you with only a bucket?

Never rush to a person, who minds only your pocket
Nor, love a person, who has no guts to hold a bucket

For it is not so easy to be a seed, in an empty pocket
Nor easy to witness a mother carries a loaded bucket

She was a pretty woman, who once had a rich pocket 
Thou abandoned she gave her son a life, not a bucket









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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


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We will get by

I was all excited when I heard you were on.
I sent you positive things to decorate your wall. 
I gave you pictures to remember the loved ones lost.
We have chatted and started to catch up. 

You told me something that broke my heart. 
I can’t believe you are willing to go back. 
What do you miss about the place?
The waking up and going to bed in a cage? 
Walking the same corridors wearing the same thing as everyone else?
Being alone while your thoughts beat your mind up day and night?
Having no way to call to say hi?

Your decisions run your life here is your turn to decide. 
Chose wisely from here on out.
Say no to the games the devil plays. 
Remember the devil took 5 long years away.

Believe in your father and defend his name.
He will forgive you for all your sins 
He will show you a love you’ve never known. 
He can open doors for you to walk through
He can open windows for your spirit to fly through at night.
He will send angels to guard your dreams from the demons you fight.

I have learned a lot since you have been gone. 
I was at a fork in my life where I needed peace of mind.
I turned to my father in the sky for guidance to get by. 

He sent an angel to guide my way 
Someone to help build up my confidence and trust 
My foundation is firm my faith is strong; my spirit grows with a deeper love. 
I see things others don’t see. 
I understand things others long to know. 
I am one with my world
I am a child of god’s love this I know.

I will never need or want again. 
My lord has already accepted my hand. 
He will provide when he feels fit 
And hears every one of my prayers I say. 

I understand you only know pain.
But don’t you get sick of the struggling?
The way you battle yourself inside? 
 I know it ate me up at night. 

So do me a favor before you have that drink?
Remember all the promises you have made.
Go out and help someone in need
everyone needs help back to their feet. 
I will be here to listen to you, 
I will be here to help you through. 
But I can’t make the decision for you.
It is you choice so decide.

What means more a drink or goodbye? 
You have one chance left please choose right
or off to jail you go for the rest of your life…




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Holding Back His Tears

Holding back his tears
In front of him, a soldier kneels
As the mourners look on saddened
Inside the little boy feels

To grow up without his father
As he grows up without his friend
To play ball with him in the park
When he needs him, so much to depend

To be there through out his school life
To make him oh so proud
But not to be there when he graduates
Clapping and shouting out loud

To be there when he gets married
Be a grandfather to his kids
At his fathers funeral he attends
His life in battle rid

In front the soldier kneels
Holding the Stars and Stripes
Presenting it to the little boy
Holding back his tears, from his eyes




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-2.php


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FATHER TO SON

“Do you know just how old this guitar is my boy?”
quizzed the old man I’d grown to revere.
It was plain as the nose on his kind, smiling face,
and the fact that his heart beat had picked up the pace,
he’d a story he felt I should hear.

“We were all church mouse poor back when I was a lad
and my pappy he never had much.
But the one thing pa owned and did treasure the most
was this long necked guitar, and it’s not wrong to boast,
how that man had a magical touch.

He would work hard all day with his hands in the fields,
but at night he would gather us ‘round.
Then our Pa he would play to us kids and to ma,
and those calloused old hands brought to life this guitar,
which created a rhythmical sound. 

But the years took their toll on this musical man
and my pap gave the playing away.
To this day I recall, with a real sense of pride,
how he whispered to me, as he took me aside, 
“This guitar son is yours now to play.”

How it brought me such joy through these many long years
and I’ve played at a dance hall or two.
It has taken me places all over this land
and I’ve played with musicians in many a band
but it’s time now to hand it to you.

There’s a lot of tradition and pride to uphold
and I know you’ll respect that my lad.
Please remember my pappy and me when you play
and then maybe my boy you’ll be sure to one day
tell this tale when you too are a dad.


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In Crystal Mirrors Of Infinite Grace

______ she kneels in silent vespers her heart lite with hope 'twould be in love of endless tears that joy would consume her soul in verse she recites scared love that only the great spirit conceive upon the altar of scattered petals lay wispy visions in dream within that moment of time reveal fetching possibilities for without condition many gifts rein down in heavens simplicity In crystal mirrors of infinite grace a beautiful prayer transcends... ______


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unLUCKy

knew a young man when i was a 
young man whose life had been 
screwed from the get-go/HEWA
SADRIFTINTHATWAYTHAT
SOMEAREWHENYOUCAN
LOOKINTOTHEIREYES&SEE
THESTARS/HADALLHE
NEEDEDHADENOUGHTOGET
SOMEGOODSTUFF&YETTHE
WEALTHOFSADNESSINHIS
EYESGREWTHEMOREYOU
CAMETOKNOWHIM/seems
his father was a test pilot for the
us of a & a company who spends
money to buy congressmen &
presidents in order to get more
wars started in order to make 
more bombs in order to sell them
so that taxpayers can buy them
so people they never meet in
person can be obliterated in 
their name/HEWASUNLUCKY
THEDAYTHATTHEYTOLD
HIMTOGOUPINABRAND
SPANKIN’NEWRIDESAYIN’
THATITWASSAFEKNOWING
HE’DDONEITAMILLIONTIMES
BEFOREBUTYASEETHEY
WERELYING/YESITISTRUE
YOU’REGOVERNMENTLIES
TOYOUEVENIFYOUHAVE
TESTFLOWNPLANESBEFORE
SOTHATTHEYCANGOTO
OTHERCOUNTRIES&BOMB
THEMINTOASH/what happened
next anyone could see coming a
mile away for the plane stayed
in the air for less than a few min.
& down it came killing the dad
of the guy i knew & leaving a
mother & son now without the
man they loved so much/AND
WHATFOLLOWEDWASALONG
LAWSUITINWHICHTHEYOUNG
MAN’SMOTHERWHOHADJUST
RECENTLYPASSEDTHEBAR
FILEDAGAINSTTHEUSGOVIN
ORDERTOGETSOMEKINDOF
“JUSTICE”ASIFITEVEREXISTED
INTHISLIFE/SOTHEMONEYCAME
&THETWOOFTHEMDIDN’THAVE
TOWORRYABOUTMUCH
FINANCIALLYAFTERTHATBUT
ONTHEDAYHETOLDMETHESTORY
HESAIDWITHATEARINHIS
BLOODSHOTEYES/”i would give 
every penny of it back, just to have
my father still alive.”



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If Only We Ask

What makes you 
Think? That your life is 
Lost in misery,
That you choose to live
In trickery!
Is it because of not having
Wealth? That your fervour is on the wane!
The place we live is full
Of mysteries
And the paradigm to ones' happiness
Depends not on the possession we possess, 
But rather on how we live our life!
Your problems today will be the same 
Just like yesterday 
For tomorrow is another day for us to dwell in
This rotten world because we're only passers-by!
So why not spend your time
With the one that loves you most, the Father,
The Almighty Creator who made us all
For He knows what we want
And truly a great provider
If only we ask 
In His Holy Name!


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Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


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Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


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Time Flies

Wearing Daddy's boots & cowboy hat & not much in between
Why, Momma, ain't she just about the prettiest baby you've ever seen?
I'm sure wishing she was talking, reading her mind is quite a trick
And she's sure getting awful heavy, I hope she's walking quick 

Whoa there, sassy, Momma look at her running wild
Why I am not sure there ever was a more rambunctious child
Life sure was a picnic when we could just bundle her up & go
Now I get tuckered just watching her, she's a pint size dynamo 

Waist length braids, a gap tooth grin & freckled face
That's our girl, Momma, her calf just took first place
How old is she now, six? No, she can't possibly be eight
Seems she is growing up faster than I'd anticipate 

Well I'll be, look at her standing on the stairs
in a fancy gown, heels & make up putting on womanly airs
this young girl looking back at me, yesterday she was only seven
Now there's a young buck staring at her like he's just seen heaven
 
Wearing a cap & gown, her diploma held high
Look, Momma, there's our girl, getting ready to give her wings a try
Wasn't it just yesterday she was afraid of the monsters under the bed?
Now she's off to college, her own path to tread

Wearing Grandma's pearls & a gown of antique white
Now, Momma, don't start fussing, everything will be all right
Wasn't it just yesterday, I was wishing she was talking?
Now the music is playing & down the aisle we're walking 

Wearing Grandpa's boots & cowboy hat & nothing in between
Why Grandma ain't that the prettiest grandbaby you've ever seen?
Now listen, Sassy, don't go wishing for her to grow up so fast
Treasure each & every moment, create a memory to last 

Be mindful of what you wish for when your babes are small
For in just the blink of an eye, they won't be small at all
You dream of turning back the clock & know you never will
For time flies, just as surely as you wish it would stand still 


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Do You Have Movies And Magazines That Don't Belong In Your Home


I visited a garage sale.  And had a 
surprised look on my face.
I noticed that some things
 were "out of place."

To my right... Was a shelf filled with books.. 
And Christian ones too.
To my left...  Was a sign that read; 
"I have adult movies for you."

I wondered and thought with 
some kind of amazement.
"Does this person read these books. 
 And watch this "entertainment?"

This is common in many Christian homes...
Often...  People cross God's 
"boundaries" and "safety zones."

Anyone can go to church. 
 Pray, sing and "shed a tear."
Not realizing that sin's temptation
 is drawing ever so near.

Do you seek God's holiness and the 
power of Jesus' name?
But each night...  Before bedtime... 
 Things aren't quite the same...

Have you opened up your heart 
and mind...  And live life unfulfilled?
Is this the way you ought to live? 
 Is this what God has willed?

He desires to live inside of you.
  And help you to discover.
With any stronghold in life.  He'll help you to recover!

Are things in life "out of place?"  
And need to be put back together?
Allow God's word to guide you!  
His promises are forever!

Everything will be where it should be...  
With Jesus In control!
Only he can defeat the enemy that 
seeks to destroy your soul!

By Jim Pemberton


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Did I Remember To Tell You Daddy

Almost three years now Daddy
since you were taken away
I thank God you no longer suffer
but I had so much more to say

But you and I were always very close
and I know that we still are
So be free to enjoy family and friends
I know you'll never be far

Oh but  Daddy
Did I remember to thank you 
for coming to stay with the kids and I 
At times you thought you were a burden
but if anyone was it was I

And I want to tell you too Daddy
that you would be so proud of them all
Brandon's now a sergeant with a son on the way
Cam Jeremy is due early fall

And your little Sarah Daddy
you would be so very proud
She's a tiny little thing, still a great mom
and has the best boys in any crowd

And I'm sure you've been watching Curtis
So you know he's just like you
And he is living up to the promise he made
Yes Daddy I'm very proud too

Oh and one more thing 
before I lay down to rest
Did I remember to tell you and the world
that
 My Daddy's the best

Loving you and missing you always
Your baby girl


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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


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I Hope You Understand

Please just tell me that you’re sorry and all will be forgiven.
All these things in my past just hold me back from living.
You showed me all the things I shouldn’t be.
You showed me all the things I shouldn’t see.
Is forgiving you really that selfish of me?
Now that I’m older this feather must float on.
On the winds of change that will never bring us together.
If I never come to visit I hope you understand.

No one really knows what it means to grow.
You take water, you take the light.
You take two clenched fists in a nasty fight.
You take the anger, you take the might.
And you get set back where you started from.
You take all the things but where do we go?
Maybe now you’ll have what it takes to grow.

I hope one day when I have kids,
I can take everything and reflect on this.
I’ll never say empty promises.
Anger resolved in hugs and kisses.
A happy wife to a happy home means that I’ll never be left alone.
If I never come to visit I hope you understand.
And maybe then I could stop telling myself that:

I never really knew what it means to grow.
I took the water, I took the light.
I put my hands in my pocket to prevent a fight.
I took the anger, I took the might.
And found the place where it started from.
I took all these things but where do I go?
Maybe now I’ll have what it takes to grow.
And if I never come to visit I hope you understand,
That I have what it takes to be a man.


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Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


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Fisherman we were

I can remember,
Those warm sunny days,
As we sat on the beach,
Watching wave after wave.
Seeing the sea grass wave,
In the warm summer breeze,
Droplets of water land on my face,
As we sat on the beach watching the sea.
We walked for miles collecting hundreds of shells,
Carefully climbing the jetty,
The clean sea air is all you can smell.
We hoisted the sail on our small sailboat,
With only one big gust of wind,
We were no longer afloat.
We woke at dawn,
to spend our day on the bay,
Fisherman we were,
Even if only for one day.
All those happy memories,
Etched deep in my mind,
Will remain forever,
By the best dad of all time.


Details | Lyric | |

Son

From the exact day your Daddy 
said we'd conceived You
Exactly nine months, to the day, 
we retrieved you

It is said You are so much like him
It's a wonder that I was even there

What is a "spitting image" do tell
Because I wouldn't want it 
in my mouth to begin with 

I thought Sons were supposed 
to look like their Daddy's
After all, they're born out of Love
Or did I miss something, somewhere
                   God Bless


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My daughter, my Queen

My daughter, my Queen
as Solomon said, you are above
the crown on my head
from rubble and stone
gates for a throne
Queen, daughter, Queen
mysterious home 
of pride and lust
forgive me intrust
not what man will give
but take what you must
Power you wield
no doubt in my vein
the blood that is cold 
in warmth you will claim
what is your position
with faith as a seed
man whose fruition
is boasting to bleed
my Queen my throne
thorn in my head
blessed of water
ancient we shed
blackened cough
scares in the skin
Queen have you paid 
too much for a sin
remember the garden
fruit of the sun
you offered me there
a kingdom undone
naked your breast
no temple of shame
I took of your fruit
gave you my name
Queen prophetic
knowing us so
Why you embrace
our invisible soul
sure, God willed
or something the same
man of the dust
woman the rain
Queen of a temple
so Godless, until 
Queen, oh my daughter
your blossom would heal


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DaddyTold Me Song on CD

In life to get by, I really do try, very hard to live by,
the old fashioned ways, of how my daddy lived his days,
He often told me not to lie, and when he caught me, it made me cry,
and I still remember him say, son you'll be ok, tomorrow's another day,

Then daddy told me about the war, the first time he wrecked a car,
and of how it made him cry, when some of his friends died,
Then we looked up in the sky, and the whole world felt like ours,
staring high up in  the sky, I just wished that we could fly,

Being young, I asked dad...why?...why do people have to die?
Then I heard him sigh....and say....my oh my oh my,
and he looked me in the eye,
as I yearned for his reply:

Son, people are dying without....and dying within,
with no way out.....hunger starves a friend...
Death is much about, bloody wars that never end...
The whole world, no doubt, suffers from serious sin,

Then we looked high up in the sky, suddenly a shooting star went by,
and the whole world felt like ours, as daddy told me about the stars,
Then I listened to him say, son...tomorrow and everyday...
let nothing stand in your way, and you'll succeed in life....OK.


Details | Sonnet | |

Sweetly Fragrant

Sitting under the pale pink running rose
At the end of a beautiful Autumn Day
Searching for inspirational sonnet to compose
For my love who lives in heaven's  way

To me He's like a honeysuckle vine
Blooming in the month of May
Sweetly fragrant essence among the pines
He's like the gold of mountains that's refine

To me He's like the babbling brook
Sweetly singing in tune
For everything in heaven He forsook
Fo prove His love for me is beyond the moon

Words cannot describe my love for Him
But daily I'll try to draw close in His realm


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An Unfair Ending (Edited for space limits)

His face, withered, gaunt
His eyes cloudy, filled with a haunting vacancy
His voice weak , shallow
Seldom spoken these last difficult days

His hair is white and thin
His skin, so delicate and discolored
The strength has left his fragile body
And he lies, waiting

Yet I remember the man who was my Father
In my youth, so tall and strong
His eyes a deep blue with a depth of the seas
Thick, wavy, black hair tousled about his head

He walked with an unaware arrogance
Never knowing that all eyes were upon him
This handsomest of men, beautiful, confident
No one could match his brilliance, his seductive air

Unconscious, innocent of the power he possessed
The command he held with peers, a leader of men
A bright star in the universe, a life spent searching for answers
Politics, Economics, Religion…his battlegrounds

Yet, with all his perfection
He remained kind and true to all
Generous, loving; never an unkind word
A light for all who knew him

But the cruelty of life is worse for some
His body wracked with an unforgiving disease
Seizing him, slowly at first…a tremor
Then completely, leaving him helpless

Dependent upon those who had worshipped his strength
Lying in his bed, languished, weak
Nearly impossible to eat, difficult to drink
Each day descending further into darkness

Life’s cruelest blow to one so special 
Chosen by angels as their brightest star
So blessed to have loved such a man
Still loved, but pitied for the terrible loss

For such men were never meant to suffer this fate
To fade each day, closer to oblivion
He would never have chosen this
Broken, suffering silently in stoic resignation

Pride now replaced with painful gratefulness
He tries to manage a smile
His rigid muscles fighting the instinct
For he spent his life smiling

But old age has given him no peace
No time to reflect on the legacy he leaves
He waits as life deals its unjust ending
For one who was so great, so good

I hold his cold, thin hand in mine
Holding back the tears that burn
I will remember him, the Father whom I have loved
I see him walk away, wavy black hair, a cute little wink

As he leaves this tired shell, worn, used up
Once again becoming the unbroken man
I see him strut again, his quick, bouncy steps
As he climbs the ladder to the heaven he has earned

I hear the trumpets of the angels
Welcoming their special creation
A man of compassion and ideals
My Father, My Daddy…How I will miss him


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love  -  Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…

Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !

Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is,  A.K.A.  …

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
 Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Alcohol’s in Trauma;  and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !

Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
    (and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
          Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
         Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
                  Boot-Legged Mama ….

Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :)  to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels...  Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)

MoonBee 

 (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)


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After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


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Man

I’m a man
In case you couldn’t see
I don’t use the word “poopie”
And I’m addicted to TV
I’m a man
Who doesn't have time to bleed
But who still has compassion
For blind, busty women in need
I’m a man
Who isn’t defined by “it”
Though affectionate enough
To scratch a public itch
I’m a man
Driven by real adventure
Falling asleep on the sofa
Still wearing my dentures
I’m a man
A wild stud in full bloom
Waiting in the Jacuzzi 
Picking my Fruit of the Loom
I’m a man
Who hates to be mean
Crying in the bathroom
When it’s time to clean
I’m a man
Nothing more or less
A mountain of masculinity
Who never ceases to impress


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A Womans Choice

Respectful, intelligent, someone who loves me for who I am.
That is the type of brotha I'm looking for but damn.
My name is Diona Lanese Finley.
When you look into my eyes is that what you see.
The true, love, beauty, honesty, loyalty.
Seventeen years old with a fifty-year-old soul.
Now the truth is going to be told.
My father taught me to be bold.
The information I say please hold.
So being me I wonder are all of my options gone.
I mean from the sugar to the down low,
From the thugs to the gangsters,
From the cocaine he hitting to the men in prison.
There’s this boy that sits on his butt and can't even listen.
The one who plays the Playa, or the P.I.M.P.
Some jive time brotha who doesn't have respect his mommy.
He think he can go out and have and affair with another.
Here comes the control freak.
I know he don't think he has authority over me.
He’ll be the alcoholic I'll throw out on the streets.
A man thinks he can put his hands on me.
I'll beat you down like we in slavery.
That is no way you treat a woman like me.
Proud, love her self, and have dignity.
He doesn't know how to treat the mother of his child.
Now I know you think this poem is a little wild.
So that’s why I’m going to say this loud and proud.
Not all men are like that, I know I have one who has my back.
Strong, loving, true, real, provides for my mommy and me.
Yeah that's right, he's my daddy.
I don't want a man just like him.
But my daddy what me to have a man who would make me happy.
That is what I'm looking for exactly.


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The Dead Vintner's Diary

I wake-up to a sudden wail
probably, someone passed away
 
the whistles of the melancholic tune 
of the passing winds made
 
a woman weep, as the angels trumpet 
in no tune now chanting in unison 

without reason in the midst of 
forgotten tombstones, of marble 

rubble, where in silence lies 
the diary, in which the secret of growing 

vines could be found, the gardening 
ways of the ancient gods, yet 

in flick of time the vineyard will not
be the same, as the rake stand 

rusting as days go by, and his 
epitaph, engraved from own sweat 

and blood has revealed that the sweet 
wine, the true essence of his spirit

the glory that he had kept 
for years, is nothing, but me…


Details | Couplet | |

Birth Of A Child

A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.

She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dead Beat Dad

Excuse me sir, can we talk for awhile?
Can we discuss the needs of both of our child?
How is it that you can just walk away,
From a baby we made, and I have to stay.
It's funny you see, I don't understand,
How you can leave your child and still be a man.
How you can go out each night and meet new girls,
And exclude your own child as part of your world.
They think you're so charming with your looks and style,
But would you still be so charming if this was their child?
I couldn't keep you away from me
Before we laid down as two and woke up as three.
Look at his eyes and all his toes,
He has your smile and button noes.
So give him a chance it's not that bad,
Because it's too much work being both mom and dad!


Details | Ballad | |

life in america

 HAD HER REALLY FEELING LIKE THAT SHE COULDN'T GO TO SCHOOL   
in            her heart i n her body she froze  mevmerize by the  time that she had to 
into her body man that dude


Details | Rhyme | |

Two Trees


An affection grown from pubescent soil, watered with innocent infatuation
Leaves of dreams gently budding, off naïve branches of a youth shortened.

The roots, ventricles of a choice-less heart, her fate twisted by a mothers hate.
No stopping nature’s fruition, and now the growth, the change, will not abate.

Her spring leaves, open and green, stretch brilliantly to reach the sunlight.
Her roots of youth still soft and warm, her sun remains golden and bright.

But his roots go far deeper than hers, once green leaves are already changing.
Growing stiff with age, as they reach deep into a sky that is steadily graying.

The years between them, once not so many, now shade her with their height.
She can’t stop the cold fear of abandonment, someday being left in his night.

Her heart wanders over the fruit, so delicately hanging off her branches.
Who will pick them up when they fall, when he is no longer there to catch them?

Will she watch his leaves flutter to the ground for years, while hers remain crisp?
When hers just begin to tinge with color, what will be the state of his?

Perhaps the soil of innocence should have been sated with more wisdom
So that she might have better acknowledged the future yet to come.

Never to know if it would have made any difference, not wishing it would be.
Just unable to fight the realization that her winter of life may be lonely.

Sixteen years were just another number then, seven years has changed the way she feels
Each year now deafens with its ring, creaking branches and wrinkled bark makes it real.

What will become of her in years to come, will she remain up on her hill alone
Mourning his once strong branches, solemnly tending all that he has sewn?

She imagines that this will be her fate; the acceptance is agony with a silent shout.
But she relishes the days she knows she has with love, because that is what life is about.


Details | ABC | |

Daddy the Alcoholic

Daddy the alcoholic,
 every single day,
full and countless glasses,
 guzzled down,
help him please, and bring my daddy back to me.


Details | I do not know? | |

If You Was Here

For the laet
larry brown my dad I love you

Daddy if you was here my life would be better
If you was here to see kylarr your grndson
Daddy I miss you and wish you was here 
Help me undrstand life and what its about
If you was here to hug me 
Make my pain go away
Why did you have to leve us we all need you
If you was here I would have it all
If you was here

RIP daddy I love you


Vanessa N Brown

Copyright ©2005 Vanessa Brown 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

"MY FAITH WON'T LET ME QUIT!!!"

My faith won't let me quit
Since Jesus touched me with his holy spirit
And now I know his voice as soon as I hear it
My faith is forever strong
I know right from wrong
Because it's in Jesus where my faith belong
I know that he'll never leave me
And I can be all he wants me to be
My faith helps me make it through the day
This is why I pay very close attention to every word Jesus say
My faith continues to grow
And I promise to always let it show.


Details | Free verse | |

Autism

O, I love my dear boy
So dearly and so blindly
I will give him my blood
And life if God permits so

He's so weak and sick
So pallid and so tender
But I know he's an umbrella of snow
In the wide-brimmed form

A rhyme, a loft 
Almost in the spelling of my own world.



Details | Quatrain | |

Dad

I'm sure you think I'm crying.
You think it hurts so bad.
The only thing that truly hurt,
was when I lost my dad.

He really wanted me to know
the way life was meant to be.
He always tried to help me out.
He truly cared for me.

I pray one day I'll see him
laughing once again.
He was so much more than people knew.
He was part of a bigger plan.

Now he's gone to heaven
and I hope he's looking down.
I need him still to guide me
when I laugh and when I frown.


Details | Free verse | |

Inseparable Love (Sedoka)

The father and son
Inseparable relations
Guiding the path of true faith
Love of a mother
Glorious pillar of strength
Wept at the foot of the cross


The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line poems called a 
katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, pair of katauta 
as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives.  
The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following syllable counts: 
5/7/7.  



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Tapestry Of Men

Woven perfection posh and copious
Threads of illumed infinity converging
Thrumming life in the Almighty breath
Varying designs of diligence and entreaty

Fading to an ominous melancholy gray
Selfish as his struggle becomes greater weight
Becoming vivid hope of unrelenting faith
As our Father returns our focus to the Son

This tapestry weaves the kingdoms protection
To be seen only by abiding faithful
Still it is deaths sword wielding Cherub
For those whom blind their own eyes

Lushly emerald and ambering golds satiate
Feeding the spirit with divine courage
Stand with your Father by honoring the Son
Cherish his gift by holding the truth

The promise is eternity not immortality…


Details | Rhyme | |

City Cousin

My city cousin called them fireflies
To me it was a lightnin' bug
Her father drank imported beer
My pa drank corn likker from a jug

Her mother had fine linens
Spread on the table with care
My ma was lucky to have food
To put on a table clean, but bare

She never wore hand-me -downs
Her dresses were always new
She had lots of toys and dolls
I always had so few

My city cousin had her own room
With furniture by Simon Lister
I had feed sack curtains
And shared a bed with my sister

We grew up in different worlds
And seldom saw each other
Because her father was ashamed
To call my pa his brother



Details | Senryu | |

The Breath

From the Breath of God
Descended in human form
A savior named Jesus


Details | Lyric | |

Birthday warning!

A cold autumn morning, 
new rains have arrived 
today not so ordinary 
A little girls birthday goes by 

she had an accident 
she awoke in her bed wet 
today she is six, a present she did 
not expect 

A day without the jug cord 
would be her birthday wish 

Her hope is soon faded, 
for there her mother stood, 
A birthday beating just begun- 
her mothers' way 
of a little fun 

"you dirty little b!#@h"! 
I'm sick of washing your sheets 
this will fix you...and fix you good 
till you're black and blue 
...or till I'll make you bleed"! 

Happy Birthday to me... 
through aches and tears 
I am happy 
I survived to date six years 

alone in her closet 
she'd make this her car 
travel to far away happy lands 
go shopping for a star 

once she bet the jug cord 
she collected up the sheets 
took her mums' old coal shovel 
buried them under the house 
darkest corner beneath, 

her father gave her sixpence 
every time she was dry, 
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter 
he'd put her in a cold bath 

the little girl would trick him, 
moving the sheets about 
her mother would come in the room 
catch the little girl out 

the little girl did such things 
out of fear she lied 
the little girl was in a place 
she was trying to survive 

she adapted to her father 
she adapted to her mother 

though difficult it was 
it affected everything 
looking back the way she was 

she changed her life completely 
eradicated the fear 
her life gets better and better 
year after year 

her mum and dad to this day 
the little girl forgave 
she understands the way they were 
a woman she has grown 
forgiving to her grave 

she struggles on her birthday 
preferring to enjoy 
her spirit accepts what happened 
on that day the present 
she avoids 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Father

Father I know your listening 
to all I have to say
and when you hear me whisper
I know you'll see my way
even when I'm grown-up
and wearing pretty clothes 
you'll surely even remember
when I was three years old
but those days have passed us by
and now that you are gone
I'll always see you smile
from dust till early dawn
your memories are with me always
as is the tide that waves
and when I'm there beside you 
I'll have so much to say.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Love

When I was young I lost my love ,
When I looked to the sky I saw a dove .

Waiting and watching to see what was next, 
I saw the fish and heart and thought i was blessed.

The love that was lost is trying to find, 
A place in my heart and in my mind.

The Fish stood for Life that I knew was gone,
The Heart stood for love that I had for so long.

The Dove stood for peace and I knew right away ,
That the love that I lost was the love that would stay.


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Trying Times

Trying Times

Can I maintain this life
Without begging Christ 
To save me 
From the life he gave me 
Can I walk to the plot
To where lays my father death spot
And stand over his grave 
His life is with me acknowledgement
I’m is daughter but I wasn’t with him his last dying days
Tears seem to not fall from my eyes 
Because I know emotion will not grow him back 
And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I’m 
dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me 

I dream of some better days 
As a young child proven educate with good grades
Wanted to be a woman at a young age 
Started working on my life 
Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong 
Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to  make me 
strong
But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me 
Turn my back on the people that had given me life 
Told  them I didn’t need them so forget their advice 
I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted  bitterness 
Spoke for me took hostage over my pride 
But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted 
was to be their child 

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying times he’s given me trying times is in me 

Fast I was moving 
Tried I was getting 
Still I wasn’t not going to stop 
Because I  will never give up 
I instill in myself as long as I don’t misused my body and educate my mine 
There was nothing that could harm me Nothing
Suddenly  everything that  I was reaching for turn around and ran from me
And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me 
I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me 
For now I could see 
My daddy deceased 
My mother sickly 
And soon I will be a woman 
For I will be no ones child 
I feel as if I’m not ready 

They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me






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The Lost of a Father

The lost of a Father is painful I know, because I lost my father long ago.  life is so 
short we must treasure each Day, hold on to the good memories don't let them fade away.

Remember the good times, learn from the bad the ones that made you laugh, the ones that 
made you sad.

The reality is none of us are here to stay, that is why Christ died to pave the way.

To a better life with the Father above for all who would obey him and except his love.

So weep if you must but not in dispair, for their will always be a place in your Heart 
for your Father, and he will always be there.



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Forced...

Ever since I turned fourteen,
They have controlled me,
Not let me fulfill my own dreams.
 
I am fourteen and I have a job
Sometimes this pressure is just to hard
That I hide in my room, and begin to sob.
 
They don't know how much pressure they're putting on me,
Can't they see?
I can't do what they wanted me to be.
 
I feel that I've been robbed of my childhood,
If I had an option to relive my life,
There would be no doubt, I would.
 
I wish life were like a game,
When you get a broken heart,
You could just press the button that says restart.
 
But that isn't the way life is,
Life doesn't work the way we wish,
He wants me to live my life just like he lived his.
 
But I'm taking a stand for myself,
I won't let him control me,
Even if I have to hide it from him, even If i have to stealth.
 
I'm going to be, what I want to be,
I'm gonna make my dreams come true...
Just wait, I'll make all of you believe!


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Dad

Dad is not perfect, but, a wonderful man;
He’s honored by his wife, daughter and son.

Whether a naughty girl or an angelic boy,
He’s ready to buy a gift or make a toy.

Dad is whom you want to be with,
When you’re down or you’re in need.

He is always there for you, giving hope;
And loses his temper when you’re in dope.

Dad was born, indeed, to make us laugh;
Especially, when he shares his funny stuff.

In one’s heart, he leaves his memories;
A true friend, a brother, a man of peace.

So this is what dad means to me;
Am I ready for this? Let me see.

Hmm, I’m thinking; nope, I pass.
I’m old, just 90. You boys don’t rush.



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Once They Grow Up

This country i have grown up in
Has made me so proud
My children in prosper
As i rise above the clouds

But there comes a day
When they will all leave home
What ever direction they take
In safety roam

In my thoughts 
They will always be
On this world of today
Let them all run free

Children of mine
All my neighbours and friends
Be safe in your journey's
My thoughts to you extend

Our children of today
Are our day after tomorrow
They are our future and beyond
Let's lessen their sorrow

Let's do what we can
And do it now
For tomorrow's too late
Please don't ask me how?


" The last line should never have to be explained "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-5.php


Details | I do not know? | |

A Son, a Father and a Donkey (2005)

A young son, a father and a donkey journey across the land
The father rides upon the donkey
They walk through rain, sunshine and hot sand
A villager yells from the top of her voice
“Selfish boy, let your poor father ride, get up and stride”
So he did as he felt he had no choice
Hours past and they went to a stall for a refreshing drink
“That poor donkey carrying your weight, you should get off him don’t you think?”
Everyone in the bazaar looked and shook their head
The father got off and they both walked instead
They struggled along the sandy dusty breeze
They heard laughter coming from behind the trees
 “Fools”!It was a group of schools girls laughing as they talk
“They have a blooming donkey and those idiots still walk!”
More children gathered to join in the fun 
They paused and thought what should be done? 
By the time they thought of the solution everyone had gone
The moral of the story is you can’t please everyone 

poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


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Watching Over You

for my children

What is life but a rite of passage, an epigrammatic trial, 
A transient state, a walk through the trees, 
A stroll for a crooked mile. 
When it seems at last to be ended, finished, over and done, 
Such finality just an illusion 
For eternity has begun. 

Oh, I know you dwell on the nature of grief, the savagery of pain, 
And that tears may flow without end, 
And sadness will ever remain. 
But just like the source of the oceans, emotions or life-giving air, 
The fact that you cannot see these things 
Does not mean they are not there.

And I will always be here, in your blood and soul and mind, 
I am part and parcel of all that you are, 
Just seek and you will find. 
My love for you, my pride in you, lives forever and a day, 
No death can diminish such potency, 
Nor bury it's meaning away.

Reach out to me and feel for me and always know my name, 
For I will burn with a guiding light, 
An everlasting flame. 
As years will pass I shall remain a part of all you do, 
Wherever you are, wherever you go, 
Always watching over you.


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The Godfather

I’m a man, just simply a man;
once a child with no other distinction.
I am neither your first son, nor last.

I cannot alter what God has planned, 
nor stop sun to shine, 
nor stop the rain he’s cast.

So, I seek a solution to the paradigm
of angst and joy of life,
of the person I should be now.

Though life’s full of mystery and of misery,
you were there to give me hope and dignity,
no wonder I always love to be with you.

But, when God decided...
we couldn’t say, “No!” 
You left me with his everlasting glory.

As time passes, I realize the greatness of 
love and joy on the day of my friend’s son,
I became like you, a loving godfather.


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Given Time

Given time I just need to stand
let me see my parents smile 
trades what I couldn't do without
prayer of hope that I wouldn't leave them 
because some days I blur them out
I complain that life was hard 
But to see death come to them is even harder
let it bring the truth 
I no inside my eyes there lye's the proof
its me, they are who the should be 
my realization is weak 
my imagination is fiction 
but bring into life is what I fake and make is what is existing
trying to take control of the feeling
but to lose all that with the past times
makes the situation rewinds on my mine
forgive me god now I am trying 
I don't wan ta to leave u daddy 
But I think I can make it on my own
I don't wan ta see you weak momma 
I only wan ta image of  you as being strong
Yes I know the rain don't only wash away
The sun is not what brighten the day
and its good to place these things together
but my emotions is lost though all weather
bring me though 
don't let me blame 
just give me the strength to gain
let me be who I'm supposed to be
don't let me fall into the dictation of hurt
god bring me close to my identity


Details | I do not know? | |

AN ODE TO MY GRANDPA

More rocks than soil on those flinty hills
Where he tilled the grudging land.
He chopped the sprouts and manned the plow,
With cracked and callused hands.
No stranger to adversity,
Through hard and bitter years
He wet the dusty, stony ground
With a poor man’s sweat and tears.
                                     
He was not a man you’d hear complain,
Though hard times dogged his trail.
He faced the foe unflinchingly;
His courage never failed.
He cried unto his unseen Friend,
A Friend who always hears--
To the One who sees and understands
A poor man's sweat and tears.
                                    
The legacy he left behind
Was not of wealth or fame.
On history’s golden pages
You will not find his name.
He lived a simple, honest life,
In a world that little cares.
His name was written in the dust
In a poor man's sweat and tears.
                                     
No rocks, no sprouts, no callused hands
Where he safely dwells today,
In that everlasting Eden,
Beyond the Milky Way.
Where hope ends in reality
And joy relieves all fears--
A garden where no one is poor--
And no more sweat and tears.


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Dad

Today is your special day
To do whatever you choose to do
But please never forget
That I will always love you

You are the father that most children
Could only wish that they had
That’s why I'm always proud to say
That you are my dad

You’ve always been there
Whenever I've needed you
And taught me some life lessons
So that I could make it through

You taught me how to do for myself
To not depend on another
To be a strong black woman
And to be there for my sister and brother

You’ve taught me how to change a tire
And how to put on break pads
I even know how to change oil
All that just from watching my dad.

Hopefully, I'll never have to get my hands dirty
You know I'd absolutely hate that
But just knowing I can do those things
Makes me ready for combat

I do know how to stand on my own two feet
Many thanks go to you for that
Even though at times I choose not to
Because at heart, I'm still your little brat

Always rest assured knowing,
That you've done a mighty fine job with me
A strong, independent, loving daughter you've raised
And on that, I’m sure you can agree

Just take good care of yourself
Concerning your health, do what you're suppose to do
Cause I couldn't begin to imagine
Living my life without you

Have a Happy Birthday Daddy
This is my gift to you
Although this has no monetary value
My words are priceless and ever so true.


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My Father in Heaven

As I set on the porch
Looking at the clear blue sky
With the clouds rolling in
I can see you on one of those clouds
With a harp in your hands
Playing soft beautiful music
That's only played in Heaven.

I can imagine the beautiful smile on your face
Looking down on me
Letting me know that you are free
Like a flying white dove
I can picture you standing at the pearly gates
And walking the streets of Gold
With your beautiful wings
You will never carry a heavy load
For, you are free as a bird.


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Daddy's Lost

Never being there hurt you so
Desiring to help me grow
Help my childhood progress
It made you feel worthless

What AM I taking about?
Cause day in day out
You missing me was a joke
You never loved what you broke

Another too lost and scared
Though I can’t say I never cared
And I can’t say I’m not sad
But even you should know dad

That never coming to see me
I dealt with to a tolerable degree
And that I’ll always question
When I’ll hear your confession

Will I ever get to see you dad
Or have I truly been had
I guess I have to wait some more
‘Cause it’s always you I’ll be looking for


Details | I do not know? | |

MY FATHER

MY FATHER IS A MAN GONE BAD
MY FATHER DOESN'T LIVE WITH ME
HE DON'T EVEN COME 2 SEE ME 
HE SAY HE LOVE ME 
BUT HE LOVES HIS OTHER 2 KIDS MORE
NEVER BELIVE WHEN HE SAY
"I'M COMING AT 9:00 PM"
CAUSE HE'S NOT
I GET HAPPY CAUSE I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN A WHILE 
NEXT THING U KNOWI GOT A FROWN, CRYING 2 MY MOTHER BOUT HOW HE LIES
NOW IT'S BEEN MONTHS
SINCE I SEEN OR HEARD OF HIM, NEVER KNOW WHEN WILL I SEE HIM AGAIN
IF I DO, I WON'T CALL HIM ,KISS HIM,ASK ANYTHING PROPBLY WON'T EVEN TALK 2 HIM 

                 HOPES HE READ THIS SO HE CAN KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM


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Give Him Your Heart


Someday, I believe
And only me, that truly knows
There in the New Jerusalem, I’ll live
Happily, with my Lord
I will not feel 
The sorrow and pain
That I’ve in this world
For my Father promised me
The true life
The happiness
The right 
To sing him praises 
Among the blest, in his throne 
Would you like to live in my Father’s house?
If you do, then, come and follow me
I will show you his love
And the Father will open the gate
If, you’ll give him your heart

 


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Dad

Hello there dad how have you been? Oh! Really thats great please don't let me begin. 
Where were you just last year when I nearly died of stress? Or how about two months ago 
when my whole life was a mess? I wondered where you were all of the time, now I'm 
fifteen three years from grown and you show up on the dime! Well go back where you came 
from back into the portal you walked through, who's my dad? wheres he at? Oh no it 
couldn't be you, I saw a completely different face at the age of two! So your really 
here? this isn't a joke? Ha! Go somewhere and choke! I never needed you before and I 
definatly don't need you now, and I can walk my own self down the isle!


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Rachel

Toffee apple smiles that shine
  Bright as summer days,
Kisses sweet as cherry wine
  Warm and loving ways;
Puppy dogs and pussycats
  And eyes that sparkle green,
My Rachel is the sweetest child
  That I have ever seen.

She plays out on the garden grass,
  She dances round the house,
And when she falls asleep at last
  She’s quiet as a mouse;
Her dreams are made of candyfloss,
  Soft pink and all aglow,
For Rachel is the sweetest girl
  That I will ever know.


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He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


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On His Death

My father was a prestigious man
So lugubrious he had to die
I was just at the age of twelve
When i was told he was away
Naive of why he committed the crime;
He took the life he never owned
He burnt himself alive
 
For nine years of my life
I have been in a battle
On why he killed himself
I remember me on his laps
Telling me sweet stories of life
I recall the songs he sings
To me in our own wordings
My father was a gift
For who will see no gift in a father?
Though never knew him to the brim
I knew i had a father
 
His death has brought me pain
To see me a fatherless soul
I know i have a gain
A destiny not to be wasted
I have an abode in God
I feel i am at rest
My father is late
But happiness dwells till date
My life is like a rose
Laid in the midst of thorns
And yet still blossoms
For when a father is lost
A father is surely found


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We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


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My Darling Little Granddaughter

I thought that meaning in my life had taken its leave
The exuberance of youthfulness blown away by an autumn breeze
I had completed all objectives required of a growing man
Then my darling little granddaughter reached up and held my hand

As my hand engulfed her little one, she looked up into my eyes
There was more for me to give in life I suddenly realized
I was not ready to be put out to pasture and slowly fade away
My darling little granddaughter gave me hope for the coming day

The accomplishments of years gone past meant nothing to this girl
She just needed the hold of a hand she trusts to walk her out into this world
I have much left to live for and much still of me to give
My darling little granddaughter inspired me still to live


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BIG MOUTH BASS

      Big-Mouth Bass
An April morning, as the climbing sun
tipped up in sight, and lit the coming day
and colored red, after a storm was done,
I cast my plug, a stinger--red and gray--

to where it looked the likely place to me,
where hides the hog--from minnows swimming by;
then feeds upon those minnows, carelessly,
as pops the sun into the morning sky.

Upon the water, mirrored flat and still,
I raise the wake, so slight--then let it lay;
and cranking in, so slowly then until
I hear the chomp--that warns he's set to play!

   And all the minnows cheer me in my quest
   of battle with my most unwilling guest!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.


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To Hurt To Say,But I'm Sorry

To Hurt to say,But I'm sorry.





Do you know how much it hurt.To see you disappear from a memories I have yet recalled.Your heart so ice cold there's nothing I can do for it.
Let me touch your chest and feel the breeze that escapes from if.
Did you know that with ever king there are rebels who dares chain him down.
Everyone person can life is determined by they way the express themselves.
And anyone can forge a fake life to get away and hide from their reality.
I'm going to be you reality has my hand reaches your face let me show you what it means to be hit by reality and take it seriously.Hopeless,Agony,Fear,Terrified, Corrupted.
I haven't had enough of your ego,of your smile,the lies that surround you.
Ha! let me see you fall and crawl don't beg it unsightly but crawl for you are the man the  shadow man.
Cling to me as i show you the grief and fear and anger I have of losing you,the only thing connecting me to you is the blood I waste on the ground in the night time wake.
Watch it fall as I cut deeper.How many times did I cry for you and you never even cared enough to answer me? 
Your faceless,heartless,cold eyes let me thank you.
Your turning my to stone your helping me write these disgusting feeling down every night.
You gave me something so powerful not even you could destroy them now these hands of course.
As I drink this  to ease my pain and free my self of this relapsing phase.Let me be happy let me be sad let me mad let me become depressed for I'm so bipolar it hurts.
How dare you trampled my pride and toss me around like a lifeless doll...Was I really your luggage you tried to throw away?
Be honest lies don't work no more for I've see everything everyone as danger has liar beggar and theive coming after me.Thank you for being my venom.
I'm sorry if I hurt you I never meant to.
Would you forgive me if I laid down to rest and not wake up again?
Please tell me.I can't help but feel like something useless in this wild game of tag and empty felt.It hurts you should know,So don't take to much time and tell me how you feel.
At least then I can dance with you.


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Baseball in Heaven

My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore.  But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my 
grandfather.  Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to 
talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles.  I was the one grandchild who 
followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan.

Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when 
he was young.  In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make 
enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or 
get married and raise a family.  As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by 
his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that 
labeled him a “can’t miss professional baseball prospect”, he hung up his cleats and glove, 
married my grandmother and went out to find a “real” job.

But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the 
intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the 
successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles.  As crummy as the Baltimore bums are 
today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than 
poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man.

I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing.  Had he 
been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a 
baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much 
better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once 
again strap on his spikes and don the leather.  Without a doubt, they must play baseball in 
heaven.  And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young 
grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer.

(Inspired by, “is there baseball in heaven”, by Constance, A Rambling Poet)


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Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


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A Golf lesson

Over fifty years have passed,
Tho’ it seems like just the other day;
My father gave me golf clubs,
“It’s a game you need to learn to play.”

He said, “It’s very difficult, but so is life.
There’s more to learn than grip and swing and rules,
Like honesty and dealing with adversity;
Then, pointing to his head, “… and how to use ALL your tools.

Play the Course… and Mother Nature…
Focus on just one shot at a time;
Try to learn from each of your mistakes;
Then, do your best to leave them behind.

These clubs will teach you more
Than our ‘man to man’ talks.
This you'll learn for yourself,
So you can “walk the walk.”

“Practice makes better, but not perfect.
And always remember what they say:
‘”Golf is not a game that we can win.
It’s just a game we play.’”

His lessons served me very well,
Took them to heart and played the game.
And life is much like a round of golf.
Despite the bad shots, I’m always glad I came.





 









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I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

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Rebuilding the Shed in the Backyard - Again

My son is out fixing up the shed.
Winter is coming on. Needed doing he said.
He had the time and the bound-to’s.
I’m not used to this thought process, I’m not. Not from a child.

I watch him for a while.
Opening and closing gates as needed.
The dust, sifted into powder from summer’s heat, poof’s with his steps.
The heels of his jeans dragging strings on the ground, erase the tread of his 
boots.

The shed is old. There is algae or lichen on the north side boards,
where the wood is splintery gray.
Some of the lichen florets are the color of sage, some the color of a bright orange 
rust,
Circled with gray ones and black, their life cycle played out.

He hammers nails and screws in screws while holding boards in place.
Sweat glistening where skin is exposed, making long dark stains in his black 
shirt.
Veins standing out against the strain, and
Muscles laboring to prove he can do the job well, without a mother’s help.

While he works I think about his father and how differently they work.
His father preferring team work and orchestrated smooth motion
working side by side, no extra movements – and he whistled.
My son needs to prove his skills first – alone.

The shed is done and it will brave another winter, keeping the horses sheltered 
from the elements.
The wind, snow and horses milling about, will obliterate the trail of pant cuffs, 
Along with the memory of one cool day at the end of summer, 
When a man worked hard to rebuild their shelter.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***



"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 woo-hoo!
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 wha'th'a?
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 shoot! 
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ya'here?
 besides...
 ta'days father's day!" 



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










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Did The Lord Build Your House

Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is “plain.” But is still standing. We’re “simple folks...” By many people’s understanding… We may not have much of what is “socially appealing”… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be “wrapped up” in much of this world’s entertainment. But we seek God’s peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and “calling” in mind. To seek God’s ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We’re thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We’re blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! “Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!” God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Every Child Has a Dream... Every Child Wants to Be Loved...

Every Child Has a Dream…

They want to be a “grown up”…
They want to get married like mommy and daddy did…
Become a “mommy” or “daddy” as a young child would say…
Become a doctor, firefighter, or ballerina…
They want to be like mommy and daddy…
They want to marry their mommies or daddies…
Become the president…
Become older, (like their big sister or brother)…
They want to live and see the world!

Every Child Wants to Be Loved…

Not every child does…
Not every child has a mommy and daddy…
Every child wants love…
Every child deserves love…
Not every child gets love…
Not every child gets a chance to live the life they want…
Every child knows what love is….
Every child has someone out there that would love them…
Not every child knows there is someone that would give them the love they deserve…

Every child has dream… 
Every child wants to be loved… 


Details | Epitaph | |

Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Daddy

As I try to put my thoughts into words 
I find only a long stream steady of tears. 
An anger burns deep in my veins 
pumping through my arteries 
seeping into my blood. 

My flesh screams in agitation and frustration 
at the fact that it has been condemned
to constantly remind me,
it was made from a piece of you.
How I long to return that piece, 
to burry it, to decimate it, destroy it, 
or just forget it.
but no. 
I can not so easily let you slip through my enraged mind, 
the way you forget me in your selfish one.

I am left with seven oceans of tear filled pain,
each one funded by no one other than you.
I only could dream to be as blind as you,
so ignorant and distant.
Endlessly I ponder a way to forgive you,
my heart has yet to learn to heal.

When you pass will I mourn?
And if I do will it be for you,
or the you I never had?
Will I remember you for all your bad,
othe good I dreamt to compensate
for such a sorry excuse of a man?
Will my memories remain in their true forms,
or will they mix with the ones I fabricated
because the truth killed me.

Will I ever be proud to be a piece of you,
or will this shame live forever?
This love I seek, is it real,
or am I still just a child, living in a fantasy?
To me you are just but a shell,
a hallow empty form of what I call my father.
Inside you there is no redeeming substinance,
all there is to find is bitterness and cold heart
with no lust for life or compassion.

I have finally found the words to descibe
what has been eating at my heart since birth...
But like you, I am a coward,
and so my voice will never carry to your ears,
But unlike you my words will not break you,
the Anger in my viens will never strike you,
and my bitterness for you will not taint the life I live.
I will not let you keep me weak
and at your feet begging for my love.
I will simply wait as always...
for the day you finally decide to be my father.
 

-Zerina Ramirez


Details | I do not know? | |

The Speed of Life

In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster

Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster

High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster

At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster

Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster

So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster

His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower


Details | Epitaph | |

My Father, My Friend

Thadd Baker,
Friend, Father,
Husband, Mentor,
Brother, Son,

A life cut short...
A family left to grieve...
Gone but not forgotten...
You are always here with us...


Dad my special friend...
A loss so sudden...
your life brought to a sudden end...


Fear not your memory will not be forgotten...
Your memory will never fade...
We will never forget...
Your star shines bright...

So sail on sailor...
Fair winds & Following seas...


Details | Sonnet | |

FATHER

FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.

As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA


Details | Rhyme | |

A Conversation with My Doctor

The doctor said, “You are in tremendous health for a man of sixty years old.
Did your father live a long life himself before his days were told?”
“I’m sorry doctor, did I say he was dead?  My father is still very much alive,
“In fact he’s living an active life as a man of eighty-five.”

“That’s wonderful,” said the doctor, “Great to hear, did his father live a long life too?”
“I’m sorry doctor, did I say he was dead?  My grandfather is a hundred and two.”
“In fact,” I said, “He’s getting married tomorrow to a girl who is thirty three.
He satisfies her in many ways, including sexually.”

“Oh my gosh, why get married again, when you are a hundred and two?”
“I’m sorry doctor,” I repeated again, “Did I say he wanted to?”


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Acrostic | |

Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | Ode | |

Family and Friends


Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road

But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone

Written 09292012


Details | Narrative | |

Healing Words

My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart.
My father, and my grandfather before has the same part.
I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say.
I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today.
With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face.
With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace.
Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay.
Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K.
Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing.
Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing.
With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all.
With it some being a problem that I remember I recall.
My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve.
My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve.
I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life.
I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife.
With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience.
With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence.
Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love.
Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above.
Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family.
Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.


Details | ABC | |

My Father's cleats

 It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.


Details | I do not know? | |

Non Oblitus

Tonight,
I found myself.
I remembered who I am…
or who I used to be.
I remembered that
I was strong.
I was a fighter.
I was a survivor.
I was steel.
I'd bend,
but I would never break.
Tonight,
I remembered that 
I am my father's daughter.
And I don't need someone,
anyone...
to lift me up,
to carry me,
to save me. 
I can lift myself up.
I can overcome anything.
I can save myself.
I am my father's daughter.
Non Oblitus…
Not forgotten.
Our family crest,
our motto,
our creed.
It is what he believed.
What he lived
and it is what I honour.
What I won't ever forget.
is that
I am strong.
I am a fighter.
I am a survivor.
I am steel.
I'll bend
but I won't ever break.
And I don't need saving.
I can save myself, thank you.
Non Oblitus...
Not forgotten,
that to my innermost core,
I am…my father's daughter.


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Sonnet | |

Deathbed Sonnet

And even after all that time had passed;
            my moon had set above another sun,
it seems my heart was still at odds with past;
            my tongue at war with words I left unsung.

This bed of ardor caught between my teeth,
            will thus remain, and even grow post haste,
where all the while, there's nothing I'll bequeath 
            excepting flowers scent, above my waste.

And so it goes with every vacant beast,
            as twenty-twenty sees - I should have done!
I should have said; I should have been, at least
            a man awake to seed his endless sun.

And as the night descends upon my thought,
            remember son these words that, I lived not.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 11 09


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Give Praise To God

Let us pray this very day, that God will surely come our way, to 
give us wisdom and knowledge from above, but most imporrtant his
precious love.  Oh give praise to God everyday for helping us along the way.

His love for us is so real, it is the kind of love that helps us live.  We share
his grace, love and his power all of this and more because he loves us so.
Why be miserable, sad and blue? when you should be giving praise to God who
loves you.  Why not praise God from the moment you rise, to thank him for
his sacrifice.  

Praise God for love he shows everyday, no matter what we do or say, God loves
us anyway.  He blesses us daily with gifts from above, food, water, air, all of
this let us know he really do care.  So why not praise God  for his love, so 
jump, and shout, praise God without a doubt.  So let's praise God for his love.      


Details | Couplet | |

I Am a Reflection of the Creator's Hand

So many things I want to say,
Knowing many who have gone astray,
So many castles build on sand,
But mines, is a solid rock, on which I stand,
So many forgotten little sheep	
They have drowned in pools too deep,
So many questions that cause demands,
But mine, rest in the fathers hands.

We can shake our hands to the sky,
Beg for answers and scream our cries
We can let bitterness come between,
Curse others, fight and scream,
But when we lay it at his feet,
The holy fire causes all troubles to become obsolete
Learn to listen and then you will understand,
That we were made to be more than just human,
We are reflections of the creator’s infinite plan.

So many give up when they fall,
But God is greater than it all,
So many children run our streets,
Because they don’t know a love that is complete
So many trials cause despair,
And many tears plead its unfair,
But when you realize this is the master’s land
And that the finally is ABSOLUTLY grand,
You turn away from what they say
And allow the FATHER to lead the way.

We can shake our hands to the sky
Beg for answers and scream our cries,
We can let bitterness come between,
Curse others, fight and scream
But when we lay it at his feet
The holy fire causes all troubles to become obsolete
Learn to listen and then you will understand
That we were made to be more than just human
We are reflections of the creator’s infinite plan

Read His word and you will understand.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: Father’s Day 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome home dad

The sun shines through my window,
Awakening me with its warmth.
My eyes open to the light that it sheds on me,
My day begins.

I grab my shower,
Feeling the water as it sooths my mind.
I put my clothes on ,
And begin a new day.

I enter the hostile world,
The crooks,thieves,and vigilants.
I fight my way to work,
Through the road rage and never ending traffic.

The day is over,
I fight my way back home.
I enter the door and lean against it,
And the most wonderful thing happens.

My daughter takes my hand,
All the strife of the day just,
Dissapears.


Details | Free verse | |

My name is Catastrophe

Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of dreary demented drowsy dump deep demented deny desires
with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed not to be here
herein two boys born to a numbnuts army husbodad and a 
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
what comes next in the uneducated female nonintuition of a
deaddad accidential with a pity piss payoff and a whatdoIdo anal attitude
totally in reverse of an arkansas hope of upheaveal. GDMFSOB, who could I/we haVE
BeeN in the assinine scheme of things with someone in an intersomewhateducated semistate of minimal MFconsciousness. We play the hand we are dealt in the vast unscheme of unness. 
WTF, and where/why does God take part and lessen a small boy's dream of donated dadhood by taking it away and leave him left to faulterflounder in a boyhood abyss. Dead, devoid, denied to the manmale circumstance of what the future folds to be delivered to doting descendents, like my three sons. with whom I struggled to 
shower, impart, enable, enbibe, instill, foster, enliven, and all that I did not experience yet faux provide with an inner soulsense to a measured milestone of mannered man manufactured love and tendered texture of all mine to give with that that is mustered macro from a micro counteanace of humocapped coperal deliverance. All's fair they say unless u have been there and then it's every man for himself---and then, I dare u to get in my way---------no holds barred, look out for I am a survivor, all the way.   
Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Details | Sonnet | |

Father Christ' Parables -Good Shepherd

The Good Shepherd
Christ is the True Shepherd
JN 10:1-18
"Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever does not enter a sheepfold through the gate but climbs over elsewhere is a thief and a robber. 
But whoever enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hear his voice, as he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. 
When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him, because they recognize his voice. 
But they will not follow a stranger; they will run away from him, because they do not recognize the voice of strangers." 
So Jesus said again, "Amen, amen, I say to you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came (before me) are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate. 
Whoever enters through me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture. 
A thief comes only to steal and slaughter and destroy; I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly.
 I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. 
A hired man, who is not a shepherd and whose sheep are not his own, sees a wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away, and the wolf catches and scatters them. 
This is because he works for pay and has no concern for the sheep. 
I am the good shepherd, and I know mine and mine know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I will lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. 
These also I must lead, and they will hear my voice, and there will be one flock, one shepherd. 
This is why the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down on my own. 
I have power to lay it down, and power to take it up again. This command I have received from my Father." (Taken from JN 10:1-5, 7-18)
The Unjust Steward


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Sonnet | |

Characteristic Traits Inherited

C_ Characteristic traits are genetic
H_ He inherited being compassionate
A_ A mouth he had, used language so graphic
R_ Ruff mix vulgarity and passionate
A_ At desperate time in his troubled life
C- Contact with the Savior opened his eyes
T_ Touched by the loving Father eased his strife
E_ Eternally changed became very wise
R_ Raised from the common became angelic
I_ Intellect possessed beyond his learning
S_ Studied God's word to levels to be drastic
T_ Time on earth extended God's rewarding
I_ Inherited characteristic grand
C_ Coupled with Holy Spirit makes man

Contest name:As You Like It
Sponsor: Brian Strand


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Roots

A man's heart
is the Roots
of his family tree.


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Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college


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My Prayer




            ************

Thank the Lord
In all of the Testimony
For which He is about to
Receive on My behalf
                  And may all
Of His Inspiration
Be ever so much of
            A Blessing
Unto Thy Soul

      Poet Author
      Gary Fields


Details | List | |

Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good


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You're Just A Stranger

Why do you despise me
why can't you let me be,
how come you always pestering me.
How come you can not see
I am beginning to turn my love away from thee
Just as you are turning your hate on me.

I proceed biting my words back 
and just nodding my head
you think i am the one to blame
but you'll end up losing me instead.
I try to talk to you, but you
cut me out and shut your ears
where will this get us
in fifteen or so years.
 
You bring down the pressure
while i try to do as you say
Only until i lose, you win
will you stop yelling and walk away.

Here i sit, expressing my stress on paper
only hoping tomorrow will bring
something better
and that i won't lose my life forever.
Please forgive me 
for this paper may be wet with tears
I know this is a stage in life,
I pray will pass in a few years. 

As i write my anger fades
but when i think about you it returns
I hope we both learn from this
For I may lack empathy
but you are always so very stern.
It seems everything I do
has gotten on your nerves
And I know you don't hold it inside
For your anger does surly splurge.

Tonight you have taken my phone
and cut me off from my friends I truly need
your words hit me hard,
and to you I can not plead.
Someday I may realize
what you did was probably right
I will try to understand,
I will try with all my might.
But until that day
or until through my eyes you see,
You are still a stranger
You're just a stranger to me.

Nov. 21. 2011


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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



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To a Dead Man

You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear little sister from another mister

You’ve been thrown left and right,
Crying to yourself every night,
Thinking all has gone wrong,
& you won’t be giving up after long..
You’ve been heartbroken 
One
Two many times:
From old boyfriends,
To lies;
Father walked out,
Baby killed by mistake;
Your mom has disowned you,
But she still shows you lust…
Everybody knows the truth,
The pain that you do not choose;
They see what you show,
But see me…
I, T’Keyah Wilder,
I already know…
You’ve raped and thrown from left to right;
Crying to yourself every night;
Everybody saying they understand,
But you know you’re the only
One who knows your pain ;
On this land…
It’s a matter of time, 
Before you kill yourself,
Stressing yourself,
Hurting you and everyone else;
Blaming yourself for,
Mistakes not purposely made;
Crying every time you feel like you just got 
Laid,
You want the true love,
Love shown from the heart;
Honestly,
Coming from your big sister; 
I think you need a fresh start,
Easing your pain with nicotine;
I’m surprised you’re not 
Sippin lean…
I know it may be hard,
To forget about the past,
But there’s one thing;
I must ask from you and I 
Want this to last;
Promise me, you’ll try your best
To stress less,
& pray more…
Listen to God;
Put him above…
All;
We’re not close like we used to be,
But you know I’m just a phone call,
Away…
Not far from you..
But I wish you’d  realize,
This too…
Stressing is not working,
Cause death, the devil, lies,
& fear are lurking..
Promise me;
You’ll try to be the best you can be…
Dear Little Sister from another Mister!
<3 RiP auntie bby ; djF .


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Patradoot The Messenger 44 of 54

Patradoot The Messenger 44/

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor



How he sleeps, O dear letter without even a cot and bed
Resting on a rough blanket, lying on the floor, and 
Who pats him, when he faces such tortures of the Jail life?
When sleeps also does not come.

He must be eating there, the tasteless dry foods of Jail,
That too, without ever getting a chance to hear,
The affectionate words, which makes a food,
 More delicious or tasty, when it comes from your love ones.

O, please tell this also to me, dear letter,
Does my husband ever remember his life companion and
Does his eye ever get wet, while remembering,
His dear wife, who is so much away from him.

What message my dear husband has sent?
Through you, O’ sweetest of all dear letter,
What teachings, he has sent through you?
To tell his loving wife, please tell me, O dear letter.

Do not think an Indian woman,
To be a weaker sex only, dear letter,
She may sacrifices her life, for the one,
Whom she makes her life partner, dear letter.

Ravindra			to continue  in 45..
Kanpur India 06th January 2011

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Note:
If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.





















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I dont want to fight

I don’t want to fight Please just do what’s right This is not the life we expected But what it is can’t be rejected It’s about more than you and I Each mistake we make results in Her cry This was not Her choice We never heard Her voice This unfortunate situation Has resulted in visitation Her life revolved around both you and me Why is this so difficult for you to see? Hurting me hurts Her too In the end, the only one losing is you She may be too young to understand But, one day She’ll know what it means to be a man She will know what you have done And that daddy’s not always “FUN” She will look back and realize That daddy did tell lies She knows right from wrong You and I both taught her that song She loves you unconditionally So let’s please do things peacefully Think of Her needs before your own Try your best not to moan and groan Let Her happiness be your guide And she will forever be by your side This is our one and only chance to get it right Let Her life be our light My only request; please see the light I promise you; I don’t want to fight! For her sake; let’s just get it right! Lay


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The Farmer's Accord

The farmers sleep with
Third eyes open.
Ever watchful over their teenage daughters.
How the boys must beseech them desperately.
Uncomfortable, muggy fondlings
In the bed of a red rusted pickup
Parked by the creek dubbed Lovers Point.
At the breakfast table in the morning,
They glow with proximity
And their tired eyes hover dreamily
From the orange cranberry muffins
To the freshly squeezed orange juice
Filled at the half way mark of a mason jar.
When you ask why they don't eat
They simply smile
And say nothing.
Your curiosity will linger on your teeth
But still you will say nothing.
Bitter memories of your past regrets
To teach lessons of discretion
Are better left unsaid.
You will not douse them in the overwhelming
Blanket of your security
And the palms of your hands that
Once smiled in the womb like presence
Of handling your new born daughter
And naming her Jane or Virginia
Is suddenly missing the hold of her hand.
But you share a few natural harmonies
Like the silent agreement of pecking his cheek
Twice before bedtime
Or the precarious way you both sit at
The wobbling three legged milking stool
When your pulling on Betsy on Thursday
And she's tugging at Betty on Wednesday
As you shave the gray stubble of your throat.
But for now in the strangely comfortable
Peace of staring at the spots of jam
On the white and yellow checkered table cloth
You'll abruptly slide your chair back
And lean closely to her ear as you slightly whisper
Slightly inaudible notations.






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If I Had One Wish

So many thoughts come to mind If only I could really go back in time Change or undo my life’s violent and sexual crimes Tell those around me to open their eyes Pay Attention to the signs If only one wish could really rewind Those pedophilic hands of my life-time… Then I stopped and started to think Who would I be if this didn’t happen to me? What of the woman I’d come to be The wisdom I’d come to see And my children who’s lives are abuse free As a result of my past… my history… Now, with eyes wide and mind free Heart pounding, air, LOVE and life in me Blessed with children to change my legacy, Equipped with words and strength to share my story… my poetry I’d wish only to open the eyes of the blind The mouths of the abused and the hearts of our society… I’d make them see… I’d make them see So no other child has to end up like me… Lay
** For the "If I Had One Wish Contest"


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Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where over halfway home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters climbed in his bed 
We laid down beside him 
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed 
 
 


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The Bad King

Ana Cecilia Callejas 

Rodrigo Perez Gavilan

The Bad King 

“Lexer” was a lion who was the King of the entire animal kingdom, during his reign all the animals lived in complete harmony, they were all happy and graceful, and Lexer takes care of them and protects them. One day “Lexer” and his wife had an adorable baby lion that was named “Dylan” as he grew up Lexer teached him a lot of things since he was going to be the heir of the animal kingdom. Dylan also made a lot of friends but his best friend was Jim. Dylan and Jim spend almost all the days together, as the time passed Jim started to hang out with the Rhinos, which were the bad ones of the kingdom. Jim turned into a bad lion and started to incite Dylan to make bad things and he became also a bad lion. One day lexer got very sick and a few days later he passed away so Dylan became the king. All the animals were very sad because they loved Lexer he has been so far the best ruler of the animal kingdom. Time passed and Dylan forgot all the good things his father taught him and started to become a bad lion and a bad king. Influenced by Jim and the Rhinos that were friends with Jim Dylan started to do bad things. He put animals to fight between each other just for their amusement and had some of the animals as slaves just to be his servants, he also ordered other animals to kill so he can eat and have feasts, and this caused a lot of panic in the entire animal kingdom. Dylan mother tried to make him reconsider and change, to do all the good things his father taught him for him to be a good king but Dylan just became worse. All this caused that the animals lost his confidence towards the king and started to live just with the ones of their own kind and also began to fight with all the other animals to survive. This caused that the world became a bad place and since that moment the harmony did not existed anymore and the animals had to take care on their own.
Moral of the fable: if you are a good person and you have good values don’t let anyone to influence you and change the way you are.


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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


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Everything Will Be Alright

In His Arms, He holds me tight
And whispers sweetness in my ear.
It's everything I've been longing to hear:
"Everything will be alright."


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With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 


 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 


 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....


I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...


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Raven's End

I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

My tortured soul robs me of breath,
All I seek is the release of death;
Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

I’m considering briefly the life I must end,
Nothing is left but the chance to transcend;
And this decaying body that I pass through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

Raven they named me, but now they are gone,
I’m all alone since they both passed on;
Soon I will see them, it’s long overdue,
God grant me mercy for what I must do;

I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go,
Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow;
Hopefully now I’ll get to see you,
So God grant me mercy for what I must do.


Tirzah Conway
~For the contest "Among the Dead"~


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Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


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the story of my life

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


Details | Classicism | |

The Oak Tree

He stood alone on the hill, through dusk to dawn His roots dug deep, deeper into thoughts Thoughts of sunlight, and the rays of hope For his progenitors, for the leaves, the branches Thoughts of monsoon, when summers pinched And of winters, When rains soaked his tears He was always thinking, for he was The Oak Tree He was proud of the leaves, that spawned his shadow He endowed branches, that unified his euphoria The roots were his strength, his indelible self The only hope, that touched his revere He always loved them, for he was The Oak Tree He braved ages, and the swindling time He fought the storm, the drought and the quivers To strangers he bore resilience, a resilience against the blistering swelter He was always like this, for he was The Oak Tree His leaves changed color, much like the weather The branches tore his skin, he wanted them to brave his age Deserted he stood, with his shadow For his good days, for leaves and birds and greenery He always waited, for he was The Oak Tree There was a friend, a brother a father, and a lover for there was “The Oak Tree…”


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Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.



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My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


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Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
            
             2
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
there
everywhere.
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.


Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”
           
             3
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
treacherous
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?
           
            4
Relinquishment

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

But… 
Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
Modification
innovation
sophistication
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

             5
Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.




















Details | Imagism | |

GOD ALONE

I have barely seen Him or catch even His shadows around. 
I have barely touch His hands...
Nor I have barely heard His soft soothing voice..
Nor I have barely felt His footseps lurking beside or behind me..

However, what a deep soaring reassurance is His presence...
Not of like a Human Being that can be perceive..
Rather He is the silent rescuer and ever living Spirit..
No need for extravagant welcoming..

He has always been within our innerselves..
He is the calmer of our quivering nerves..
He is the greatest teacher not wanting us to fail. 
He is our dearest friend not forgetting..

He always is waiting for you and me..
His arms widely open to embrace us..
His unending; unfailing is so felt..
Beyond wonders; beyond times and beyond borders..

All the time we are invited to talk to Him..
Even sing a song for Him and with Him..
More to play a harmonious melody to commemorate Him..
Truly, majestic in limitless abundance is His providence...

He is only one..
No one can overpass Him..
All the earth will uphold His Name..
He is our God - OUR GOD...

by: olive_eloi
2:14pm
23/10/2013

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GOd has always been with me..
and so is He with you..
He will comfort you..
He will be there, never leaving..

just believe..
do trust..

blessed afternoon


Details | Lyric | |

To My Foster Parents With Love

I came into your lives a lost and lonely child,
Full of anger and resentment,
Overwhelmed with fear and confusion.
Yet you took me into your home, your lives, and your hearts.
From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and wanted.
Though I fought you each step of the way you never gave up on me.
Instead you patiently and lovingly took me under your wings,
protecting, guiding and shaping me.
Showing me love and understanding.
Giving freely and openly the praise and affection I so desperately needed.
All the while expecting nothing in return.

As days turned into years you were still there
Making me feel safe and secure,
treating me with respect and fairness,
pushing me to be the best I could be.
And still, there I was fighting you.
Oh, the pain and heartaches you endured at my hands.
Yet there you stood, firm and unwavering.
Never walking away, never giving up.
Always loving me no matter what the cost.

All these years later as I look at my own children
I realize just what you saw and still see when you look at me.
Your Daughter!

I love you.


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My Daddy

On sunny days and dark nights,
in troubled times and pointless fights,
you've been right there through it all,
you've stood your ground when you could have taken the fall.
Many times my mouth has slipped free,
but you were always there to put it back where it was supposed to be.
You've taught me a lot, and a lot I have learned.
You've given me the tables and many I have turned.
You deserve the world, but only a poem I could give,
but another gift I have given is to learn that the life of a father is an awesome life to live.
Thank you dad for your love.......


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The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face…

Just yesterday I noticed a look of
 love on my child’s face.
This happened in a most  “ordinary place.”

It was in our home.
 A place by God’s design.
I felt God speaking to my heart
 this particular time.

I didn’t take any time to
 stop and realize,
The look of love and innocence
 in my child’s eyes.

“Am I being the kind of Dad
 God wants me to be?”
“Am I being an example of Christ
 for my child to see?”

Have I been demonstrating my
 God-given ability,
teaching my kids God’s love,
 and responsibility?

May a Christ-like life in my kids
 be clearly seen and understood,
As one day they will 
grow into adulthood.

I hope that one day my
 Children will say:
“I want to be like my Dad-
every single day!”

By Jim Pemberton




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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Didactic | |

The Church

CH 
Side by side 
U R 
In the inside
Where 
Peace does reside
If, 
You will just abide 
What 
Your heart really decide
Honey, come on in 
And sit by my side 
Don’t wait  
At the outside
For together 
We listen to the humming bride
Silent music
Of angels pride
Your wants and wishes 
To him, never hide





Details | Narrative | |

A Talk With Dad

Hi Dad, I guess we all will see our time and all will pass
Sometimes I lie awake and cry, longing for another chance
So much I never said, so often I said too much
Once in a while i'll drive by where Grandma's house was
Stop and reminisce awhile
Wonder what Mom's childhood was like in that old farm house
Remember you saying how you loved the place
Talking about how you walked all those miles to see Mom
At night the sounds of crickets and the truck traffic miles away on 54
Fourth of July gathering on the back porch and in the yard, beer on tap
Burnt fingers holding sparklers at night, Grandma's cooking
Old Jack barking and howling, uncles throwing horse shoes
Kids playing baseball in the grass between Grandma's and Chick's place
Did we lose the Utopia we dreamed about, never recognizing it
What I'd give to take you for a ride again, through your old haunts
Caught up in the nostalgia of your childhood and mine.
Times were tougher, times were better, Paradise lost.
You measured riches in family, friends and neighbors
Somewhere, somehow the present generation lost that
Seems as I got older, you got wiser,  couldn't see it as a child 
Never said I love you, Dad often enough
Never said thank you, Dad for the lessons on life and living
Got to go now, i'll say a prayer for you and mom
Who knows, maybe we'll find that peace within us
That we had growing up and you were here.


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We Need To Honor Our Parents

May We Honor Our Parents…

I know of many parents who tried their best to raise their kids.
Many of their hearts cry because of how their children live.

There’s many who’ve tried to teach their children God’s holy ways.
What was taught, seems to be lost…  In a matter of days.

Many parent’s pray for their children’s lives.
Many of their children choosing to live a life of “lies.”

Scripture says to honor our parents, 
that our days may be long.
But any kind of honor to them…, 
Many feel doesn’t belong!

The advice and warnings from parents 
seem to be ignored.
Many of their children say they’re 
“too old fashioned and bored.”

There’s a message for the young people that needs to be clear!
You need to honor your parents! 
 One day they shall “disappear!”

God gave us the parents we have, 
whether we accept this or not.
We need to think about the things that our parents taught!

May we seek to live lives that will bring honor and grace.
In our hearts, may we keep our parents in a “special place!”

May we share from our hearts, the love our lord has given!
May we share his love while
 our parents are still livin’!

The love we can give our parents is a treasure untold!
The gift of having parents is more precious than gold!

By Jim Pemberton


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Glory Days

He oozed charm, this aging lothario.
Gallantry was his middle name.
Yet, he lived in the past
in the glory days of football wins
and cheerleaders…
denying his saggy abdomen
blind eye, and fungus crusted feet…

Gallantry was his middle name
and he wheedled his way into the affections
of many lost and lonely woman.
When the only women 
of true importance in his life  
were his daughters…

He lived in the past
slept with his dog, and swam in Speedos
bald pate shining in the sun.   
Once, long ago he was married to a cheerleader.
She’s stopped cheering, as his life filled
with their daughter and she was no longer his girl.
Caught between life, death, 
and the deep blue sea, he swam.
Arriving at the home of each new prospective conquest
with the requisite flowers and small talk.

The glory days of football still danced
before his single good eye upon the giant bar screen,
where he served mimosa’s and other drinks with a wink.
He smiled with a well-worn charm, and didn’t touch the stuff.
Still, he tried. But, most times, 
he felt more at home
with his daughters…



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Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
me,
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!


Details | Pantoum | |

Penny Memories

Dad said this about the penny Have one in your pocket to touch You will never, ever be broke Times, I have existed on the penny Have one in your pocket to touch I have many in various vessels Times, I have existed on the penny One day, I paid for my bus fare I have many in various vessels The church seems to like my pennies One day, I paid for my bus fare Pennies remind me of what Dad said The church seems to like my pennies You will never, ever be broke Pennies remind me of what Dad said Dad said that about the penny Written for the Penny Pantoum Contest Sponsored by Rhonda and Cyndi


Details | I do not know? | |

Daddy why did you leave me

You only know my name you don’t know my story
But you’re so quick to judge as if for the way 
I love my life you get the glory

Judging me for the choices that I make 
As if you for one have never made a mistake
Trying to make me feel like what I do doesn’t matter
And all of my dreams will eventually get shattered

You act as if you really care when in all actuality 
You were never really there

You never were around when I needed you most 
To be able to comfort me or wipe away my tears 
You were my daddy you should have been there to take away my fears

So I had to grow up by myself and learn to do things on my own 
I felt I would never have a chance in this world I felt so all alone
You see you were my hero once upon a time
I thought the world of you and I loved that daddy of mines

Until this day things remain the same and I think you’ll never ever change
But yet in still I have a glimmer of hope that someday you will see all of the pain that you have ever caused me

For leaving me to fin for myself and go through the things that I did
Some things I went through should never happen to a kid
So you see daddy all I ever wanted was for you to be there to reach out 
To me your daughter and show me that you care

But instead you choose to distance yourself you have become a perfect 
Stranger and for things you’ve done to me I have so much hidden anger
I hope one day you will see that the life I’m living I planned for me

You see daddy I’ve been through a great deal 
From being homeless to not knowing where I was
Going to get my next meal
From being beaten and touched by strangers I’ve been through so very much

And all I ever wanted was for you to be there to hold me in your arms and tell me
Princess daddy cares
But instead of the dream I had envisioned that someday you would eventually 
Come around and be the father to me that I seek and still have not found


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








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Daddy's Little Girl

From the day I was born
Your life changed and you were sworn
To help me through life’s upheavals
And protect me from all of life’s evils

Your big strong hand held mine
You made me feel everything was fine
I loved being Daddy’s little girl
Being safe in your arms as we’d wildly twirl

But no matter how fast we’d go
I always felt safe, you know
Safe wrapped in your arms forever
As long as we were both together

You would call me your “Princess”
And tell me not to obsess
Over my freckles and big ears
As you would gently wipe away my tears

You explained that some kids were cruel
And told me your number one rule
To have faith and believe in your own soul
Then the negativity wouldn’t take its toll

You kept the smile upon my face
And taught me to have grace
To treat all people with respect
And take time out to reflect

On mistakes that have been made in the past
And to ensure my grudges don’t last
As life doesn’t like to waste time
And to waste time is a crime.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
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A Special Place

*** I would like to give a shout out to the lovely Scarlett Williams who inspired this
thought... These feelings have been bottled deep inside me for many years and needed to be
released.... Thank you my dear...***

 She is devout catholic with a strict religious family...
 VERY strict...
 I met her in college..
 Her father was the dean of students....
 Could not stand me... 
She was pure when we met, it took three months... 
I fell deep in love well before sex.... 
Her mother loved me, her sister loved me even her Chihuahua loved me.. 
Her father thought I was a dog, which I was.. I am not going to lie....
She changed that about me, caged that animal... 
I fell deep in love.... 
Well, 
after two years together her father one weekend decided on a motorcycle trip... 
His front tire exploded at 70 MPH and he was thrown 150 yards down the freeway... 
Nearly died and he lost 45% of his memory... 
She was devastated, 
I became a stranger..... 
I have been through many since and have not found a woman who can
 capture my intrigue.... 
Make me fall once again... 
I yearn for that!!!
 I meet girls
 I NEED a woman

 I hold no hatred for her... 
She will always hold a special place in my heart... 
She changed my life, 
brought me into a new world.. 
I have many fond memories.. 
Like a picnic in the Oquirhh mountains in S.L.C. next to a spring... 
We ate, talked and made love... 
It was beautiful... 
We had something special... 
That was the past and will forever be... 
A memory..... 
 She WAS the love of my life... 

I look forward to creating new memories with.............


Jared Pickett
5/15/2010
Asavvy1


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen



Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.


Details | Quatrain | |

Then Fate Took It's Turn

My hero to me, was just a simple man
He was ill throughout his life, but he raised two sons
Two jobs he held down until he couldn't anymore
Then fate took it's turn, and turned his heart sore

First was the youngest, on a broken bottle he fell
His artery slashed, was the start of his hell
I recovered from my trauma, nearly losing my life
But my accident increased, his ill health into strife

Over the next two years he was hospitalised
His sons fostered out, in fatherless cries
To children's homes they went, from pillar to post
Yearning for the person, who loved them the most

He gradually recovered, we became a family again
Once again fate took it's turn, returning life's pain
On a Monday night back in nineteen sixty nine
What every parent dreads, returned him to ill health decline

His two boys excited, joining the local Boy's Brigade
Running as fast as they could, for time to be made
The older was faster, he ran well ahead
The younger lagging behind, his little legs so delayed

On turning the corner, all I could see
Was my older brother, running well ahead of me
Without looking left or right, onto the street he ran
A split second later, he was hit by a van

My life entered slow motion, whilst I witnessed it all
To see your brother knocked down, a sibling to fall
He was caught under the van and dragged down the street
At seven years old, too terrified to greet

Over the next six years, his heath gradually became worse
He was more in hospital, in illness immersed
That's why he is my hero, to my lost brother and me
He's the kind of man that I've turned out to be

He had no quality of life, but what he gave meant more
The love for his two boys all through his life's sores
Holding down two jobs through illness and strife
Admirable, that's just a word, he gave me my life




My entry for Crystal Wilkins contest 'My Hero'



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BEWARE

*****BEWARE ~ reads the file***** Love struck mothers in denial while the Pedophile robs the innocent child Lay


Details | Free verse | |

Music Lesson

Dad, 

I want to break you out of here—
commandeer the ludicrous 
toddler-pink wheelchair 

and roll you over the salt-sprayed hills
where Camas choirs sing out indigo

hues, beneath your opus scribed
upon the dawning crimson blaze 
you crave . . . like air

each laboured breath  
a decrescendo 
from this eighth-floor window


Details | Burlesque | |

Suburban Spring

Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
				Confused and intrigued, 
		with a slight urge to pee.

	The father cuts grass, 
			like a sleepwalker.
		(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
	A six pack later, 
			he starts washing his car.
		(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.

	The mother kneels in dirt, 
			tending the garden.
		(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty.  (Figuratively, at least.)
	A sunset later, 
			she cooks family dinner.
		(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.

	The son plays war games, 
			dying for fun.
		(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
	A full pitcher later, 
			tweaking on sugar,
		(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.

	The daughter makes a picnic, 
			inviting her toys.
		(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
	After the tea time, 
			she's off picking flowers.
		(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)

		They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
		They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."  
			(And proceed to stuff their face.)

	The dog sits by the boy - 
			Loyal and true.
		(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
	After dinner, 
                     he offers to help with the dishes.
		(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite.  The dog is not surprised.

	Bedtime comes soon after.  
			The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
		(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
	After tucking them in, 
			the parents watch TV.
		(Or maybe they just dream they do, 
					sleeping in its glow.)

	The dog is changing channels, 
			looking for a better show.
				Confused and intrigued, 
		he pees on the carpet below.


Details | Ballad | |

LOVE FOR MY FATHER

I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad?
I think of the time I had with him here on earth
He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord 
He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd
My dad was a wonderful person and friend
You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad
To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him
He was a true man of God
He went to church and gave all he had
He never had extravagant things
He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes
When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008,
Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth
I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face
When I would come near
The thing I am trying to express for all of us is  to love your fathers and
Give them your trust
For you never know that this little man from God in yellow 
He may still be sitting in the church he loved. 
I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the
Lord above
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....


Details | Rhyme | |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Father and Son

17 March 2010

Father And Son
 
--Mirrored Refrain—
--xaBA xbAB xaBA xbAB xaBA xbAB—
--Father and Son—

Fair thee well, to humbly exist and live for my son
If he feels blue, I’ll be his clown
Everything will be fine and dandy
As father knows best

Mother having the hand that rocks the cradle
Father as pillar of the home
As father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy

I’ll choose clothes that fit him
Among the choices to pare down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As father knows best

Accompanying him for his first haircut with the barber
And buying for his first pocket comb
As father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy

Accompany him to every breathtaking rides
Share the quiver and embrace to cool down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As father knows best

Learn the ropes and lend an ear
For life is epitome of adventuresome
As father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy


Details | Acrostic | |

COUCH POTATO

COUCH POTATO

Can there be more solid man
On the couch he’s planted here
Under blankets and old books
Calling orders for more beer
Has he grown a set of roots

Planting him eternally
Or is it possible
That he ‘s related to a tree?
As I glance at him again
Taking drinks and giving smiles
Oh, I’d rather have him home--
                       TV’s cheaper than gas miles


Details | Verse | |

Is man made of bread?

Tell me if a father was a piece of bread and his children had to eat 

of him in order to live and grow daily, yet the father who was made 

of bread lacked in the needed nutrients and substance for them live 

off of or to survive off of, then surely has he not then condemned 

them to an almost certain death? I ask that all men stop being that 

type of bread and become the bread of life. Men you need to enrich 

your daughters and sons, so that they too will become breads of life 

and not the bread of death. Man is made of bread and to each of his 

children he is their daily source of knowledge, respect, caring, hope 

and love of life, which in turn produce a new loaf of bread to be eaten 

by the next generation. All of us need to become that bread of life in 

our homes and throughout our daily lives for our children and the world.


Details | Tanka | |

No turning back

A Mothers Meditation

I taught her better.
I didn’t want this for her
She’s followed my tracks
Look at her, life is ruined
She knows not what she’s done


	The Daughters Disposition

	Wow, what did I do?
	I can’t bear the pain she flaunts
	Her disappointment…
	Stings… like a swift kick inside
	What on earth was I thinking?


A Teen Dad’s Train of Thought

Did I? I didn’t!
It wouldn’t have felt as good…
She took the pill right?
What if, she was with other guys?
What do I tell my parents?

"Studies and surveys of young teen males show they are worried the pleasure 
experienced during intercourse will diminish with the use of a condom."
Source: http://www.pregnantteenhelp.org/statistics/teen-condom-use-statistics/

©
All rights reserved
Contest: Mom, I’M PREGNANT!
05/19/2011


Details | Free verse | |

Meeting Expectations

From a tender age I felt a strain with my mother
She labelled me “highly strung” I irritated her!
I struggled through life, desperate for her affection
The harder I tried to please, the greater the divide.
She loved my brothers, I could never understand
Saddened, I turned to my father, he was my rock.
I chalked it down to not meeting her expectations.

Years passed, I ended the struggle with mother
I married and was blessed with children of my own.
Realising that each child is unique, so different
I wondered for years how this could be so......
They were both born from us, the same parents
We raised them with the equal values and norms
The opposites they are, never ceases to amaze me.

I love my children, embrace their individuality.
Encourage them to be free, to be just as they are.
My children will always be treated as equals
Loved unconditionally, I have no expectations
Forever proud of these two powers in my world
I remain in awe at the achievement of them!


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The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



Details | I do not know? | |

Grandpa

Pictures and moments stick
Past life sticks
The boy knows but cant see the light of 
the unknown picture of you grandpa.


Details | Free verse | |

Ice Rains

Why I am thinking of my father
on the topic of white snows
perhaps because he seemed almost Hispanic
in his youth, tanned, dark hair and eyes
but whiteness shone the day
he came home early
worry caught my breath in chest
and only in the morning
did the firemen come, taking him away.

Such heart spasms, clench us all,
yet snow falls so softly, unexpected
and ice rains even less noticed
they drip, drip, coating the roads
and only when we step too fast
skews our vehicle, ends us in ditch
new babies without parents,
stitches in our heads. 
The drips spire down the icicles,

coat the roses as buds, never to open,
and yet, sometimes, I wish to be inside
tasting the ice cold water like fire
turning blue to the ends of my limbs
in sleepiness, and setting ablaze 
my very soul, like a light, shine out as call
here, with me, all the memories
a blanket of witness to eternity
dripping into us experience’s minerals.

Who could do magic with a wand
headed with all of life’s power to hold?
Who could accept magic in waves
like the falling of snow, or wonder
that we escaped from death,
that we saw roses, saw the spirals
climb down from the sky as raindrops
and drip, drip, into our thoughts
all that began as white and ended.


Details | Pastoral | |

Christ Upon A Blessing



      *********

A God for all season's
Encompass for only one reason
And that is to re-coup
For the blessings'
That some-how was lost
      ------
Fore on that very day
Christ ascended the Cross
      ------
Oh', yes
Their was a price to pay
And of that portion
It was paid that very day
When the face of baby
Christ Jesus,
Was set on display
As He laid stillness lay
Upon His tomb
      -----
Where non-believers 
Has since not seen Him
To this very day
      ------
While the common people
Simply stood by
Silently as they prayed
     He had gone
Much, much too soon
           - And -
Yet, their was no one there
To witness the affair
When He suddenly
Leaf the room
      ------
For the survival of man-kind
In order that not a single Soul
Be left behind....
He ascended the Heavens'
Where their was no love
Lost to be found
      -----
To be with His Father
Your father and mind
Fore it was His destiny
One of the requirements'
Of the Father of time...      
      ------
And a funny thing happen
It was needless to say
Thank God for eternal life's delay
      ------
Fore Christ of Jesus
A descendent from the Cross
Had paid for our sin
He accepted the cost
      
                GF


Details | Acrostic | |

Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


Details | Rhyme | |

Is There A Moral foundation In Your Life Today


Very seldom do I hear any complaints. Regarding the lacking of moral restraints. It seems like many are under some kind of a "spell." What's right or wrong? Many can't even tell! Where are the moral leaders this nation needs? As the heart of this nation continually bleeds. Many chuches provide very little discretion. Pretending to be "Godly" ... yet no moral direction. No wonder many people don't know what to believe. A lifestyle of lying, drugs and sex is what they achieve. In their lives, they have no "moral boundary." Many carrying a load of "dirty laundry." To those of you who want satisfaction and victory too... There is a "moral compass" that's freely offered to you! This "moral compass," is God's word...a solid foundation! Which speaks of HIS love and his gift of salvation! If your life is filled with hurt, and has no true meaning. It's in the direction of Jesus you need to be leaning! You don't have to live in despair and defeat. Jesus' grace and love will make your life complete! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

TO PAPA -Through the eyes of his little girl

Through the eyes of this little girl, to her Papa, no one could compare
Always dashing in grey and navy suits with a white shrt and burgundy tie
How she'd stare in awe, wide-eyed; her little face turn upward in gaze
With a deep, stern voice he corrected, yet, with soft eyes, and warm hugs he consoled
The world demands so much from a man and sometimes he was not perfect
His bane was his good looks and a kind and honest heart
During his younger years he struggled, yet his love for his family stayed true
He was proud man in many ways and kept his promise to God and his wife
Througout the years of struggle, he never left his queen in thirty-five years

"Papa", one of God's creations by special design-fire and ice-compassionate and kind, 
Those who dared to cross him learned a lesson everytime
Through extraordinary battles, some won and others lost 
Each challenge imposed, he rose and met-a remarkable feat!

Then came one day, with his final battle raging, in some world beyond our eyes
His body racked and worn with pain, Papa was sent home to say good bye
My "Papa" stood tall one last time- and chose life with his Creator!


Details | Rhyme | |

He Fled

He fled the faces of his brood --
They cut his soul with edges sharp
From lack of food.
And, although their mouths
Voiced no complaint,
The steady, unaccusing stare
Was so much more than he could bear --
This hero of two foreign wars.
He cowers now in alleyways
(And drinks his courage from a jar)
Beneath a far, unjudging star.


Details | Verse | |

Precious Breath


Marionette, wooden smile desires life, precious breath, as father’s wish floats to heaven’s ear. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, September 22, 2012 for Nette Onclaud's SEPTOLET THE PUPPET Contest


Details | Nonet | |

Old Age

Thumbnails of memories we rewind.

Reel of real life has come to halt.

The old age is the time for

Shaking hands, blurring eyes

To share one's know-hows

And prepare for

Soul's transmute

From the 

Chest.


Details | Rhyme | |

A New Beginning

Here’s to new beginnings,
And what this year will bring;
A fun filled year of passion,
And our baby in the spring;

A new life in our arms,
Our prospects look so bright;
Just thinking of our future,
Fills me with delight;

I can not wait to hold him,
And watch the wonder in his eyes;
As each an every second,
Fills him with surprise;

He is the new beginning,
To the life that we’ve begun;
And a happy home in which,
We welcome our new son.


Details | Rhyme | |

Fathers day 1

fathers day is near
so we can tell our fathers that they are dear
I feel exited and have a flutter in my heart
 for from My fathers Love I will never depart
19 years ago 
the Lord I truly came to know
so on fathers day
we were reunited our hearts came as one
 my new life began and my old one had gone
there is no  words to say
how awesome it was to give my life back to him that day
so fathers day is special more than any other time
for the Lord called me to be his  and he is mine
so father in heaven I  love you
and are thankfull for all the things that you do
and thank you that my earthly father is safe  there with you. Amen 




Do not be afraid for I have reddemd you i called you by your name and you are mine. Amen 






Details | Narrative | |

Family

A decade in to
a new millennium,
a woman, nearing
a century on Earth,
braces herself in
a doorway of
the house,
she has lived in since birth.

Her oldest son unfastens his belt, and takes a seat at the end of her table,
where her middle son just fixed the legs of the chair; to make sure it was stable.
Her youngest son brushes the webs off the wall, and scrubs the stains from the floor.
Her only daughter packs up her pictures, and helps her through the door.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a life, almost
a century long,
comes flooding back
to the thoughts of a woman
who feels removed 
from where she belongs.

Her daughter tries to lift her spirits, (from the room in which, she slept as a child)
but no one could easily witness their memories, all being sorted, and filed.
Her house is dissected, and put in a truck that waits - like a thief - in the drive.
-The cumbersome stance; the delicate dance; together, they help one another survive.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a woman approaches
a century - passed.
A man in the attic
waves from the window -
Assuring her: 
This home will not be her last.


Details | Triolet | |

Pleasures by the Seashore

Pleasures await you by the seashore,
And in the coming months
Invest in your family; today and tomorrow,
Pleasures await you by the seashore.
Your first choice will be the wisest to follow;
Do not put all your stocks in the market.
Pleasures await you by the seashore
And in the coming months...


(1 Year Anniversary Dinner at Sydney's Buffet)


Details | Suzette Prime | |

moments to reflect

										12/10/2012
 											12/10/2012
As I look up into the night sky, oh what a beautiful sight the stars shining so bright. I think about my Lord and my heart swells and fills with so much joy that the Father of all created such wonders in the heavens above.
This cause me to reflect upon my existence on this earth, why was I given birth, what is my purpose on this earth? These questions laid profoundly on my mind and brought tear to my eyes.
I got down on my knees and ask my Lord please explain it to me. From my heart came pouring out all of my thoughts along with all of my doubts.
To my lord I did say, what is it that you want from me for I do the things that I do not want to do, and the things that I want to do, I cannot seem to do, why am I such a fool?
What is wrong seems so right and doing what is right is so hard for me to do, am hurting so deep within all I want is this pain to end.
My life is filled with so many ups and down I cannot keep my feet on solid ground. I feel like am on a rollercoaster and it headed straight to hell.
Then as the tears began to fall and my heart started to break all of a sudden I felt this warm embraces I have never in life expedited such love, such comfort and suddenly all my pain was gone and I heard the angels singing a wonderful song and in my mind eye I could see my Lord and savior sitting on His throne.
He smile and said to me , life is worth livening this is why it was given trails and tribulation are just part of the deal and I know that this is a bitter pill .
It in your nature to sin my child but this you can end if you walk in the light and let me come in.
My yoke is easy and I make your burdens light so just ask me to forgive you of your sins for with me in your comer this fight you will win then you will be heaven bound... The guide if you decide to be at my side is written in my living words.
Read them and heed them and satan will frown and you will no longer be hell bound.
Then the Lord said to me , I tell you this my little lamb,  I Am, I Am and I came into this world a long time ago. My Father sent me to earth to show His child the way. I became a living sacrifice and paid a debt that was not mine. So that you might find your way home and be by my side. Rejoice; rejoice all is not lost,
If you think that the star in the heavens are a wonderful sight; you now see what {I see when I created thee. My love has no boundaries it all for the asking if you put your faith in me. Trust me with all of your heart and in this you will find the ultimate peace of mind. Bless you my little lamb your time was well spent praying to upon your knees. The seed has been planted and I will harvest the crops and separate the wheat from the weeds and cast them they into the lake of fire where them will suffer for all eternity 													
												


Details | Free verse | |

Thank You For Blessings Me

Lord I thank You for seeing me thru
The heartache and pain,
healing my soul and making me whole
All the while  continually
Filling me with so much joy 
It is hard to contain
All I can do is smile 
As I lift Your name on high
I just want to say Thank You Lord 
For blessing me.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Where Is The Light

It is so dark it is so dark,
Where is the light Father.
Where is the light.

My candle is getting shorter,
I'm having problems shouldering these boulders.
Where is the light.

People look to me, depend on me,
Love me and hate me.
Where is the light.

I'm losing my sight father,
And I am losing my fight.
Where is the light.

A prophetess told me I will be used,
Was she right.
Where is the light.

What happen to honesty and integrity,
Or just doing what is right.
Where is the light.

Father Father I was once strong,
Now I wonder if I really belong.
Where is the light.

I need you now with help from above,
Oh Father where is your love.
Where is the light.

Edward J. Ebbs - 10/01/11


Details | Pastoral | |

Blessed Are We




      ********

Blessed are We
       Fore
Not only are We
The Son of Man
       But,
   The Child
Of a Living GOD

          GarY Fields


Details | Cowboy | |

The Cowboy

The legacy of a Cowboy,
Can be written in a song;
About the misty mountain passes,
Where the Cowboy’s life belongs;

About the days spent in the saddle,
Punching cattle and mending fence;
At home with mother nature,
Living life in his defense;

All the nights spent under stars,
With the campfire burning low;
Riding range on shifty heifers,
In the rain and blowing snow;

Icicles hang from his mustache,
As he pulls his coat in tight;
Steam rolls off his horse’s flanks,
Disappearing into the night;

He works until the job is done,
And is up long before dawn;
See the legacy of a Cowboy,
Lives on long after he‘s gone.


Details | Couplet | |

The Circle is Round

The morning was dark when I first held my newborn son
The tears overwhelmed as smiles did break my mouth
Proud was I this gift of such loving grace
Proud this little man would some day soon say my name

He peed in my face the first time I changed his diaper
He kept me up while restful sleep avadded the darkening hours
Countless dollars to feed clothe and sitter
The bathing the changings the illnesses all did mattered

A little man did my son grow to be 
He fit just perfect upon my hurt knee
We patty-caked rode the horsey and sang Jesus Love Me
For I was his hero when he became three

I carried him to school that first day
I shared in his life and encouraged the right way
We discovered sports but his interest did fade
He wanted music- music he could play

He broke my heart on several occasions 
His fight at school a pitiful grade a call from the police at three
A father first is tuff for I loved him so
He did correct his misdeeds as I watched him grow

As for this day- particular indeed it is to me
My grown up son still hugs on me
In his straight forward manner he sat me down
I am getting married  were the words which made me smile

This morning is still dark when I did open my eyes
I took to recalling the years of raising my child
It is life as I have realized the circle is round
Hopefully a grandson will soon be found


Details | Couplet | |

Home

I can hear the horses snorting, outside my bedroom window,
Even though it comes, from so many years ago;

Cotton from the cottonwoods flying through the air,
Making whitened dapples on my palomino mare;

The hounds are all out baying, it must be dinner time;
In my tiny little neighborhood, I was never scared of crime;

Family surrounded me, aunts and uncles all around,
It was quiet on our little street, no sirens made a sound;

My cousins and I would play outlaws, and we’d hide out for a day;
Making mighty forts from the fifty tons of hay;

It never really changed much, as I grew up through the years,
And remembering that it’s gone, always brings me close to tears.


(My Parents sold the house I grew up in last year - It still breaks my heart)


Details | Kyrielle | |

Learning To Surrender

These thoughts I retrace in my mind
each sin upon my heart I bind
ingrained in eyes that cannot see 
O' God, be merciful to me

This spirit that dwell deep within
still calls my strands of soul to mend
in my thoughts I cry desperately 
O' God, be merciful to me

Gazing upward with tear in eye
how longing breath can only sigh
and guilt within won't let me be
O' God, be merciful to me

On cold floor I drop upon my knee
I plead in love of hope to see
my sin I've held without a key
O' God, be merciful to me

Soon a day surrender shall come
to learn a gift of ancient drums 
of faith He says "eyes shall soon see"
a lovely mercy given thee.............................


___________________________
  Contest ~ "Jack OUT of the box"


Details | Ballade | |

Lisa Maree

Dedicated to my darling daughter. Lisa Maree, the kindest girl in the world


Lisa Maree

Lisa Maree, you baffle me
You just don’t seem to care
You throw your money all around
And people who won’t share
Will try to take you for a ride
And you can’t always see
What some folk try to do to you
You’ve too much trust in thee.

Lisa Maree, it’s plain to see
That you’re a special girl
Though sometimes you go off on one
And mind goes in a whirl
Your heart is gold, pure solid gold
You’re as soft as heated honey
You have a sense of humor too
You even think 'you’re' funny.

Some might find you hard to take
These fickle kinds of folk
Will run you down for being you
And treat you like a joke
But fickle folk don’t mean a thing
You’re far above the rest
When you are helping someone out
That’s when you’re at your best.

23 August 2013 @ 1817hrs





Details | Concrete | |

Confession Chamber

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
for being born with you to begin,
its been a long time since my last confession,
I don't wont your blessing,
lies and resurrection.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,
cant stand my own kind,
humble in hate,
I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved,
erase me from your list,
buried, unmarked,
graved.

Abused as a child,
bloodstains of a man,
only shovel awaits,
forgive me if you can.


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Worry

Why worry your life away when you can pray
It was a revelation when I heard that one day
I use to worry and end up with sleepless nights,
I finally woke up, and smell the roses and realize
I was losing the fight.

I worry about my finances, family, and future,
Not understanding it’s not my part to play.
Then my heavenly father made a promise to me
That he will take care of my worries every day.

But the one and only thing I was asked to do
And do it with all my might. Cast all my cares
Burdens, and fears, then trust him to see 
Me through. 

Life is too precious it’s a free gift from God
Why worry but live life to the full.
Don’t worry over matters, that you and I can’t change,
It’s not worth it in the long run, to be all filled with rage.

I finally decided through thick, and thin
Though I may worry for a short moment, 
Christ still lives within. I quickly come to
 My senses and cast down negative thoughts,
I’m still in a human body, but the peace of
Mind Christ Jesus wrought. 

Don’t worry about a thing because every little thing
Will be all right. If our heavenly father looks after the birds 
Of the field. He’s longing, and waiting to take of me and you.


Details | Elegy | |

On The Road To Heaven { Mom's Elegy }

<                    We are gathered here today to celebrate Bernadine Goerlich's life
                      Though taken from us to soon she has now risen to be with the Lord
                      Do not fret for greif and sorrow shall pass too
                      Let us bow our heads and pray 
                      In thy name of the Father Son And Holy Spirit  {Amen }

                      At the tender age of 70 she lived her life to the fullest
                      Raising a family of 10 she always had an xtra room
                      For she loved her God family friends and her beloved pets
                      And even heard of her always baking cakes cookies pies and italian foods
                      She really must of had her hands full with 5 boys and 5 girls

                      For Lord please cradle her in your everlasting arms
                      Wash away her sins and lift her spirit to you
                      For she has earned her wings of golden tone
                      And  now can rejoiced with her own Father and Mother
                      In God's jubliee Kingdom  Let us pray {Amen]


Entry For
Dr. Ram's
Elegy Contest
G.L. All



In Loving Memory Of Mom
{1934 - 2005 }


Details | Rhyme | |

What I Look For In A Home


I’m sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they’ve been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they’re proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance. Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I’d be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God’s word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God’s word be our “road map,” for needed direction! There’s no perfect home. Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let’s seek God’s blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


Details | Narrative | |

Baby's Father

I never thought you'd be just a baby's father.
How can you call yourself a man then turn your back on your own daughter.
I wish you had to tell her to her face that you don't love her.
So you could wipe the tears from her cheeks while you make up an answer.
I can only hold her while she cries tears that I cannot relate to.
And make excuses for you of why you're missing so she don't hate you.
It’s not fair for her to be forced to deal with emotions she can't handle.
And the worst part is you never even gave her a chance at all to love you.


Details | Free verse | |

Picture

You say,

              "Cheese!"

and in the magic window the time is an eternity present
and there is the girl&daughter&woman
as we always must remember her

                young not old

and i a fool ferocious father beat at my heart
as she dances into yesterday
all smiles and joy

                translucent angel that she is

i miss the delicious child of Then
but wake to a caramel breath of change
almost as good as deep perfume
and celebrate a sacred brilliant life
lingering with me awhile yet, at home.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.


Details | Rhyme | |

Finding A Box Of Life

One late night, I fell asleep in my chair
I dreamed of finding a box with a treasure so rare.
In this dream was a soldier and a good one at that.
I saw his old suit and his old tattered hat.

He had tried to stay youthful, but old he must be.
He walked with a limp because of his bad knee.
In the dream I visited with him one day.
And he told me a story that put me in dismay.

He said, "Here's a box that I'm giving to you.
It has a great treasure, if only you knew.
It contains this old coin, as you can see it's so old.
But to me it's worth more than all the silver and gold.

For you can see in the middle is a great big dent.
And there was so much force, that's why it's so bent.
I was out on the battlefield one dark night you see.
When a bullet was fired and it came straight at me.

This coin I had placed round my neck, next to my heart,
Was a prayer from my mother, she had sent from the start.
The bullet hit the coin and knocked me to the ground.
So I thank the Lord for this treasure that I found.

This coin in the box saved my life on that day.
Now you take it, treasure it and go on your way."

Thank you grandmother for listening to the Lord one day.
And sending dad this precious coin, which in this box I'll lay!


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 | Shape | |

' MoonBee's Heart (or) Filled With Love ... '

.            .Touched By  Love	                 I  Feel– So–In– Love
        This Heart Of Mine Loves	         With All Of  My Soul-Love
     My Greatest Love & Glory-Love      & Always  Truest  Story  Love 
    My  Oldest,  Yet  Like New-Love,    My Life Always Knew This Love
    My  Boldest  - Brightest, Wisest Love, My Surest, Undisguised Love
    Deep & Wide As The Ocean Love, High As Space–Skies Above Love
     My  Sweetest Love,  &  Complete  Love   &  Most  Easiest To Love
      My Unreleased,   At-Peace  Love  & My Powerful, Unleashed  Love
       My  Simple...   Unselfish,   Warmest,   Wealthiest,   Purest,  Love
         My  Most   Enduring…   Devoted…   Desired…  &   Dearest Love
           My Biggest,  &   Beauteous   &   Blest  &  Best  of  All  Loves
             Because From  YOU: Comes  All  Other Big  &  Small  Loves
               a  Child    a  Husband     a  Father    &   Mother     Love
                Friend, Stranger,  Christian - Sister  &  Brotherly Love
                  Love  … This  Real …  Will  Keep Us  Together  Love
                    Love  … Is  The  Only  Thing  That  Matters  Love
                      Songs  &  Dance  &  Romantic  &  Poetic Loves
                        Are  My  Pleasures  &   Philanthropic   Loves
                          Live ... For  Holy  Love  &  For  Only Love
                              Eternal  Love … &  …  Supernal  Love
                                The  Son Of God, Came  For Love
                                    Father  GOD,  Gave For Love
                                       The   Essence   Of   Love
                                          The  Idea  & Ideal of
                                                L… O… V… E…
                                                  G    O    D
                                                      O   f
                  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ 
                                                 L… O… V… E…
                                  Reflect This Love…Respect This Love
                              Protect This Love   …        Until Perfect Love
                   Go Beatles: All You Need Is  Love All You Need Is Love
            Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need
           She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah       She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah
                 She Loves You Yeah                                  Yeah Yeah Yeah


Details | Couplet | |

Collision of Fate

How Long Has it Been Since Two Strips of Red Flesh
Have Puckered and Uttered The Word Blaze?

The Mind is Void and One By One the Carvings and 
Paintings of My Friends Diminish into Obscurity.

                       - Dust Covered Palette -

Father, I model My Entirety Around Your Genius,
Yet The Misery Does Not Subside Nor Relinquish.

Focusing On One Aspect at a Time, The Self
Destructive Pre-set in My Head is Running.

                        - Right On Schedule -

Pain is Relative, I Have Suffered More Than A
Holocaust Survivor and Less Than an Adored Child.

Sometimes The Acceptance of This Insignificance is
Enough To Make You Shine Brighter Than God.

                        - I Hope One Day -

                                 - Our Paths Collide -




Details | Rhyme | |

Fathers day

as fathers  day approaches
i sit and think of you
and all the things that we used to do
go to the dog pond fishing
and bramble picking too
somethings we may forget  things but we will never forget about
you
I remember learing to ride my bike and you tried to teach us to swim
and sometimes we would look at you 
with a cheeky grin
you always tried to do your best in all that you did do
so as fathers day approaches
I sit and think of you.   

 R.I.P  dad we love you always and will  forget you never
always in our thoughts and in our hearts  forever.  xxxx    

I look up to the sky
and thank the Lord that you are in heaven on high


Details | Ballad | |

Capricorn, the mountain climber

Capricorn the mountain climber

The goat he is relentless
He'll cimb the higest hill
Just a wee bit at a time
With his gigantic will
He tends to take life seriously
But he can laugh at his own self
This man will try to seek his fortune
And accumulate some wealth.

He be the father of this Earth
He likes to take control
And sometimes he will be considered
As drab, and often dull
He's reliable, you can count on him
When you need to get things done
He'll often work so very hard
He'll forget to have some fun.

He has a lot of patience
And he can put his mind
A hundred percent on anything
And him you'll often find
Working out some problem
Until he gets it right
And for the people in his life
He'll put up quite a fight.

23 September 2013 @ 1422hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Wasting Time

Way above the street lights
Watching yourself die
Waisting time

They left you in so much pain
You lost everything
For so many years
You pushed me out
Cant describe how i feel

This time im not going to watch myself cry
im not going to bury myself on the inside
You say you want the old me back
If you want me back
Your going to have to ask
Nice than that


Details | Shape | |

Dad's Gone Fishing

<                                        Well Lets See
                                          If This ~  Will 
                                          Work Out For
                                          All Wonderful              W
                                       Dads Here At Soup        E   F
                                           I                H          N    I
                                          W                A        E       S
                                           I                 P      C         H     
                                           S                P     I            I
                                           H  You All A Y    N             N
                                           F                H  A               G
                                           A                E                    P
                                           T                R                    O
                                           H                E                     L
                                           E                 I                     E T O  CATCH
                                           R                S                      F                   S
                                           S  D  A Y   So                        I  S   H   E  M  O


Details | Senryu | |

Menacing Moms

<                                     just look at my son ...
                                 down to size of thirty two
                                 ....    fencing hackling




                                      meat and potatoes ...
                                   leftovers from my mother
                                 ...  well isn't that special



                                     eat sleep and ... running
                                     thats all I will ever see
                                   ...  glad father isn't here




Written by Katherine Stella
For Dr Rams IN-LAWS Contest
Gl All





Details | Ballad | |

A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.


Details | Rhyme | |

As I Looked Back

Today I spoke with God
for the first time in many years,
in the midst of our conversation
I found myself shedding tears.
God answered all my questions
that I've had since I was a kid,
after our talk together was over
I was so grateful that he did.
I asked god to explain the reasons
for the loss of loved ones along the way,
and why must I continue hurting
because of memories of yesterday.
                God said:
My child the pain that dwells within you
is niether too great or small for thee,
it's because of pain you continue searching
for the man you are meant to be.
I must of had a look of confusion
because God said " let there be no mistake! "
He turned me around and right there I found
a million footprints I myself had made.
I just stood there staring at the footprints
not quite sure what I was meant to learn,
but then as I looked back at all my tracks
I felt my heart begin to burn.
There about a half a million prints behind me
I saw my children following in my steps,
I fell to my knees as it occured to me
the exact  nature of most my regrets.
                 I Learned:
As children we follow in the footsteps
of our loved ones we come to know,
but without the guidence of morals and values
we can often lose our ability to even grow.
This was one of many lessons
that God's been trying to get through to me,
now that I look back at all my tracks
I know exactly who I am meant to be.
I am supposed to be a father 
to my children every day,
and help them along through right or wrong
so they can become who they are meant to be.


Details | Personification | |

THE END GAME THE END




         **********Note: The Game is over********



The second batter put th ball
             Over the fence
No one knew where it went
It screamed and it screeched the sky
And burdened it's silence with light
        --------
Their was an Angel in deep middle field
It was also an Angel of the LORD
He really fielded it hard....
      ------
He swept so high
That he breech the sky
He braved the breath of
Death and Eternity
But, He make it back eventually
      ------
He cast that ball in the name
              Of the Lord
But, He didn't cast that hard
And as it turned out
The game was won
In the name of the Father
And the Holy Son
And this is how we have
To end this pun!


                 Poet Author
                 Gary FIELDS


Details | Light Poetry | |

Fatherless Child

There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came.
The day you came is the day my life forever changed.
I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me.
Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate.
Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take.
Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body.
While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me.
Against my will your force kept me still.
I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am.
I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend.
Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property. 
A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory.
I asked “God why?” as I bare to stare into his eyes.
This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights.
This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel.
As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about.
I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside.
I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, “let me love you right” 
I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream “somebody please help me!”
As he whispers how much he loves me I’m praying for God to just kill me.
I rather be dead then a man’s punching bag.
As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest.
I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck.
The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs.
In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies.
I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride.
A fatherless child I shall forever reside.
Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside.
Asking Jesus,” Why permit this?” and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, “faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet.”
“Walk unto my path I’m here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdened. I will carry the pain you have obtained.”
“I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I’m always around.”


Details | Rhyme | |

My Hero died today

It was very early in the morn
The news not good, in depths forlorn

Memories of you dressed in your army best
A hero to me a father better than all the rest

Mom would play the piano and sing Daddy's little girl
I cried each time I heard it, my emotions in a whirl

No hero can be perfect the war had taken its toll
Alcohol had become an addiction to fill that empty hole

It stole so much time from us all, the years they flew right bye
A VA doctors test messed you up then they sent you home to die

Another hospital then another again you went to die in ICU
More than three weeks on life support with IV's arms all black and blue

I was glad to get to see you,have the chance to hold your hand
My own still much smaller than my hero's, who's life had not seemed grand

I wish I could have been there today before you passed away,I had a few words I really
wanted to say
I love you dad and always will and happy fathers day

This poem is dedicated to my father who passed early this morning fathers day 2010


Details | Free verse | |

Patradoot or The Messenger 31 /Many


Patradoot or The Messenger31 /Many 
  
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor



You would find, the inhabitants of this lovely place,
Lives a happy cultured life here,
While singing the joyous songs, every day,
In praise of our motherland, dear letter.

All my friends would gather, the moment they would know,
You are enquiring my address, some where very near to my place,  
Here you would witness the sign of pain and the feelings of separation,
And watching their face, you would find their eyes full of tears, Dear letter.

With cheerful anxiety they would ask, 
From where you have come, O dear letter,
And why you are enquiring, please tell us?
The name of our friend’s beloved, O dear. 

What letter you have brought, 
From our friend’s place,
And what message our friend has sent?
For his dear friends, from the jail, dear letter.

Tell my friends, O dear letter,
That your companion is happy in jail,
And has given the message for you,
That victory will soon be with us.

Tears of happiness would come out from their eyes,
And they would embrace you in love, dear letter,
Without wasting even a moment, they would bring you,
To the house, where lives my beloved wife, O dear. 


Ravindra

Kanpur India   24th  August 2010                           to continue in 32



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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 




Details | I do not know? | |

That Harrowed Pasture.

As dad and I trod over the newly tilled fields
Feeling warmed by the prospect of the day’s work
His eyes aglow within those granite features
I followed his sight to that field beyond as yet unsown

He called it virgin soil or heavens harrowed field
So long ago as I stood in awe of the man and his earth
So clearly I recall the rich scent of tilled broken ground
How the green corn melted with the sky horizons away

His powerful leathered hands how gentle they were
That chiseled brow that could see into tomorrow
He told me the one thing to always remember
A man is only as good as the work he puts into the world

Then that mythical man from my childhood, my dad
Pulled me up into the saddle and whooped at the horse
We headed back to the barn to finish the day’s toiling
Now all these years later I understand his gift of that night

As I stand with my son on the old harrowed pastures…


Details | Lyric | |

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


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As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I’m trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don’t understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God’s laws certainly belong! I’ve tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they’ve made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they’ll serve God all the days they’re livin’! Even though I’ve failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I’ve taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I’m thankful for the opportunity to call them “mine.” I pray they’ll seek God’s guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God’s love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I’m trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton


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Past Time

I am ten and crossing home.
Two players missed it, as it rolls on and on.
An error if you're scoring the play,
but I call it a home run on my first day.
I am ten, and I have found my first love
in a tattered ball, and a hand-me-down glove.

I am twenty, and I am throwing hard.
Beading sweat, please stay in the yard!
Each pitch thrown with a hope and a prayer.
Scholarship athletes can't be only fair.
Medical school looms larger than the Show.
A privilege for few, but I don't want to go.

I am thirty and I cannot put it down.
Sundays the old men come around.
Love of the game a common bond.
The bat is no longer a magic wand.
Reminiscing about those bygone days.
I can no longer beat out those close plays.

I am forty, and I watch with delight.
My own boys throwing with all their might.
A lump in my throat, a moist eye.
I contentedly look on and sigh.
I've passed down the love to the next generation,
and I wouldn't trade that for a standing ovation.


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Jesus, Please Take Over Me

You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?


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Mr Wonderful

A broken promise, demoralized man who is incapable of being true, 	
A thoughtless coward, oblivious clown, this is what I think of you,

A woeful chicken, a runaway guy is how you're now portrayed,
A selfish critter, a prideful morsel is the reputation you have made,

When flesh spoils in a slaughter house the smell of you comes to mind,
For your manipulation has made you completely colorblind,

In your mothers soil you were the bad seed,
As you grew up we realized you were just a weed,

A fragmentation, with no revelation is who you really are,
A scab that stopped healing, the beggar who keeps on stealing, now just another scar,

A predicable cycle, a sick little mess, a hidden agenda that isn’t well dressed,
A miserable liar, disposable fool, too bad you weren’t like an infertile mule,

Just like a wolf, you would consume your own,
For apparently humanity was something you were never shown,

Just like wild animals that abandon their first litter,
You fit right in, you unoriginal quitter.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written:9/29/11
Contest:Angry


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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.


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Men and the moonlight

The moon shines so beautifully in her misery
Grace the world with thousand ribbons of silver rays.

There was a young man,
A pleasure slumber seeker
Eyes bares love and faith
The hands grip the dreams and expectations
Steppin definitely in spirit
To the unknown life ahead

Forty years have passed
Two young men sit together
One with gray hair and wrinkled face
Other, a fresh and naive young soul
A bond of flesh and blood
Talking about life and living

And the moon..? A loyal companion in solitude
For the happiness of every soul, she craves.


Details | I do not know? | |

If Silence Was a Language

If Silence Was a Language

If silence was a language you could understand, 
You would hear me shouting, screaming, announcing for all to hear, 
‘I LOVE YOU!!!’

If silence was a language you could understand,
You would hear me praising you, declaring with each silent look,
‘I’m proud of you’, ‘I trust you’, ‘I believe in you.’

If silence was a language that you could understand,
You would hear me cheering you on, as with each new experience or season,
‘You can do this’, ‘You’ve got what it takes’, ‘I’m here if you need me.’

If silence was a language you were fluent in,
You’d catch the nuanced meaning, the subtle expression of respect,
Behind each silent day that goes by, so as not to distract with clumsy words.

But, just maybe, silence IS a language you can understand,
And you DO hear me, loving you, praising you, respecting you,
Trusting and believing in you, cheering you on and standing behind you.

Of course, silence is a language so often misunderstood or completely overlooked, 
Drowned out by the clamor of busy lives, of many words, 
Or whirling thoughts that make it hard to listen.

So, I risk a bit of repetition by stating plainly, in words that even I can understand,
That you are precious in my eyes, a jewel of great worth,
A daughter that makes me so very proud to be called your father. I love you!





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The Wine version of my drunken enemy

 I was falling, falling---- falling asleep I fell deep, so deep a deep mirage of sleep I gazed deep into the mirage into a tiny crystal ball where circling there were the remnants of a dream I saw my friend my best friend, I remember - - He said, I’ll be with you until the end of times. And there were times and there were times. When he lured me to the lion’s den And there were times and more times when he saved me from the lion’s den. I guess he is my friend and my enemy. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. HE places blame when he points a finger at others for the scars in his life and on his face for the taste of blood in his mouth. He obfuscates and negates his mistakes. He inflates others with blame. For shame!!!! he is my friend, so why must I hide that he shames me again and again. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. He chased me with a sword He tried to choke me with a cord. In my dream I cried I scream --- I scream Lord kill my enemy From heaven God began to shoot. Boom he shot him in the leg Boom	 he shot him in the arm Boom he shot him in the gut Boom he shot him in the head My enemy is dead and I appear at Heaven’s gate. I think as I wait – what is wrong? uh oh - - I was my enemy all along.


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Drawing From The Deep Well

Drawing water from deep well
Clear _cool refreshing water
Drop bucket _watch fall
That windless works
That is if you do
Turn _turn the rope
Each turn gets much harder
A lot like life, friend



1.  Drawing (1)     10.  Watch(1)     19.  Turn(3)      27.Like(1)
2.  Water(2)         11.  Fall(1)         20.   The(1)      28.Life(1)
3.  From(1)          12.  That(2)        21.   Rope(1)    29.Friend(1)
4.  Deep(1)          13.  Windless(1) 22.    Each(1)
5.  Well(1)           14.  Works(1)     23.    Gets(1
                                                                                            
6.  Clear(1)         15.   Is(1)          24.    Harder(1)  
7.  Cool(1)          16.   If(1)           25.   A(1)
8.  Refreshing(1)  17.  You(1)        26.    Lot(1)
9.  Drop(1)          18.  Do(1)


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VIETNAM and the GRACE OF GOD.. another fallen marine

VIETNAM and the GRACE OF GOD.. “ another fallen marine” The daughter of a lucky Vietnam marine, his only child is my husband you see lucky because he made it out alive, aware of the alternative.. as he watched buddies die. Some days for hours I’d listen to stories many times in disbelief………… it wasn’t until he pulled out his pictures that he made a believer of me. Enemy fire, hell in the jungle, and finely beyond the grenades, I remember him saying it was by the grace of GOD, the reason their Asses were saved. Proud they were and lucky to go home, now here we are, fourty years down the road. While my husband, our daughter, his mother and I, feel very fortunate to have been a part of his life As luck would have it.. this cliché is a lie, those who felt lucky never had luck on their side. A soldier selflessly sacrifices life some were called quickly and others over time. Dad was a marine during the Vietnam War standing front line and center, freedom at the core Positioned in the jungle, men were exposed It’s silent, and brewing, agent orange as we know. Agent Orange is the reason so doctors have said, that caused the cancer and the death of our dad. A MAN of all MEN he will always be known as another fallen marine has been called home.


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The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.


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Father and Son

     TWO loving eyes
brighten your skies
making joy rise

     TWO feet running... pitter-patter
forgetting instantly
what was the matter
your face wears a smile
in your voice- laughter

     TWO little hands
reached out for you
heart beats on command
benevolence grew
Father and son
a beautiful vision of two
unquestionable love 
unbreakable bond
this is my vision of you

     ONE of many reasons

          I love you...

Lay


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Fathers

               
                                                       Fathers
                                  Fathers have to learn, so they practice
                                                on their first child.
                                From the first bottle to the first diaper change
                                              to all the sleepless nights.

                                The first 'daddy' said by their precious child will
                                     be forever etched in their mind and heart.

                                  All the big events in the child's life is like a story
                                                   that is stored in your soul.

                                  Down the road of life there will be many days of 
                                      pleasure given to child and Father to share,
                                     so keep the book open in your mind to write
                                                           it all down.

                                  As one day the child turns into a friend and a
                                       person , grown with a life all their own.



                                                  Anne Rutherford
                                                   Copyright 2008
                                               Treasured Baby Series

 


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Childhood

She has seen things in her life
That no child should have seen
Like powder on the edge of a knife

As mother inhales happiness and exhales strife
The frail child watches those eyes begin to gleam
She has seen things in her life

One the mother was a wife
But once father left mother started to lean
Towards powder on the edge of a knife

Mothers prized possession is that knife
Carefully hidden under the bed an wrapped in jean
She has seen things in her life

Once her father took brothers life
And the recurring losing theme
Led her to powder on the edge of a knife

Now daughter also experiences stffe 
Growing into a fragile teen
She has seen things in her life
Like powder on the edge of a knife 


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CHALLENGE

Day and night,
I think about the truth,
Behind those hidden curtains,
Trying hard to understand,
How He thinks and do things,
Why is that that our mind so small,
Its hard for us to think beyond? 
Why did He made everything complicated for us?

I sat down my dad called,
To make me face the reality,
My heart started beating fast,
And tears run down my cheeks,
As if there was hail,
I didn't know what to say,
He told me he might not last long,
How am I going to see him?
He is on the other-side of the world?
I am worried about him,
I wish I could die with the people who I love,
I am scared to loose them
And the hard part is I dont know my dad,
I miss him!

I feel like time is close by,
And I didn't live my life as if I wish to,
I can't because things are not the same,
When I see an apple on the tree,
It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes,
I feel strange in this world,
I don't think or see the things I used to,
I stand amongst people who are changed,
In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun!

I can't even write my poems the same,
I can't make it rhyme anymore,
I feel like I am all alone in this,
I feel like this is a big challenge,
And I am lost in middle of no where,
I feel like nobody understands,
When the words come out my mouth,
All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh!
I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to,
Yet I am scared to trust anybody,
I been hurt so many times,

I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it,
I have so much anger that is in me,
That no matter what I say there is still more,
That will never end,
One thing I know is I hate to be here,
And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!


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Pain as a Hobby II

I shouldn’t live in the past but I’m not just expressing myself
I’m over myself
I promise not to stay there too long but the pain makes everything high definition
Never in the back always a leader, I was the first swimmer in the pack that made it to be a 
human
My dad could vouch, “son you’re real nut”
I own your body but not your mind
It’s my turn to own your eardrum for my own pleasure to do as I will
You will finally listen and take notice because the takeover has begun
She tells me “you didn’t have to write it down. . . you could have just told me
Yeah but you had a listening malfunction
It only seemed to work when you were in pain and wanted to be heard.
I told you everything you needed to know but it was not important at the time.
Pain as a hobby, I do this for fun.
Finding common ground with Ciara just to find out is she more interested in girls.
It would have been cool but I wasn’t on that at the time.
Or the dude that follows popular advice and his girl screws his best friend.
Isn’t it ironic!
When mom and dad can’t get along and dad is forced to leave his home
While growing up son and daughter wondering why Dad wasn’t there and therefore
They go out and force others to feel the pain that they bear.
Now, she is running outside making a scene with a knife in her hand threatening to flat my 
tires.
Granddad, Granddad you died too soon.
Granddad, Granddad maybe if you were the way you were back when it would 
Have mattered, my dad would have been different
Even though I don’t believe in excuses
Unless you are excusing yourself from life lessons
It is never too late to turn to Jesus but why wait until death shows its face
Now I may be destined to follow in your footsteps
Mama Mama you’re killing me 
I’m apart of you and you don’t want me.
I hear you talking about that guy you met at club Sobe
And a one night stand and plan B. 
Maybe it is better I’m going to meet Jesus
I’ll see you there
I would have told you I love you if I had the chance.
O, I aint  through with you yet
Pain as a hobby
I’m painting you a vivid map 
Leading all the way until they call
The center for disease and control
What about the baby daddy who thinks it’s cool to 
Come to her job and shoot her dead in front of co-workers once 
She turns her back and then shoots himself and goes straight to hell.
So, at 21 she leaves behind her three children and her life cut off - all 
Because of jealousy.


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Purpose we are on earth

We are on earth to know To love Eternal God To do good according to His will And to go someday in heaven Human being means to come from Eternal God To go back to Eternal God The Truth is Our origins goes back farther than our parents Our parents are Eternal God’s tool For us to be on earth Sometimes we feel our Creator is near Sometimes we feel nothing at all So that we might find the way home Eternal God sent His Eternal Son Who freed us from sin Save us from the Eternal Father’s world destruction Eternal God, wanted to destroy the world Depressed People He created were sinning Eternal Son stopped Him Eternal Father is Yahweh Means “I AM” Eternal Son is Jesus Christ He is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church We call Catholic priest, father Represent Father Christ He is the Highest Priest The Eternal Father is in Him Jesus Christ is Father Christ He is the way The Truth The Life 4092013


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My Father's Blessing

My Father's Blessing (A Rondel)

His wrinkled hand would touch my head
And lift his eyes to the mountains:
He’d ask the Lord that I be blessed,
Have His peace and enough graces.

Excited, off I went with speed -
Lived world’s lies; drank turbid fountains.
His wrinkled hand would touch my head,
And lift his eyes to the mountains.

Late I understood this kind deed;
His hands asked for heavenly gifts; 
Unto me a Godly blessing flows.
Preserve her from harm, he would plead
And lift his eyes to the mountains.


7/28/14 
This is dedicated to my Father whose birthday is on August 2. Remembering 
also how he would bless me every time I am to leave home for school faraway 
from family. May his soul rest in peace and may he smile at his now big girl for 
he is well-pleased. :))
 “The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, 
and be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give 
you peace. “ Num. 6:24-26


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''Gangs Of WAR''

When Good Of "EVIL," Run You Down, Remember 
What Doesn't "KILL YOU," Only Makes You, 
STRONGER, *Yes* Faith Can Break, But Our 
Strength Of Heart Together, Shall CARRY, Beyond 
To It's Highest POWER, Let Go Of Your FEARS, You 
Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link, Don't 
Patronize The Ignorance Of Foolishness, Bring 
Back The LOVE, KINDNEsS, And CARING, We All 
Once Knew, The Community...

Make It SAFE AGAIN, Towards Children's PLAY, 
Not, "GANGS OF WAR," Bursting Into Plague, 
Give It A Fighting Chance, Regain Your Balls Son, 
Be Self- ConScience, Put Down That Gun, Don't 
Leave Murder-Scream, Blood On Blood, Color On 
Color, Doesn't Matter, Stop This Hatred, From 
Ringing Out,Once More, A Blistered, Master-Mind,
Of No Peace,Kneel, Pray,To Our LORD almighty, 
Rebuild His Gateway, And Reform The Community,
Back To It's Rightful Place...
 

Re: Richard Palmer Poem 
No PEACE


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The Day my Daughters Grow Up

Yesterday
I could see their births as if it was just
Yesterday
A time when all I knew was love 
Yesterday
I’d no thought for tomorrow, just the day
Yesterday
How they changed the world in every way
Yesterday

Little smiles
How they melted this man, their father’s heart
Little girls
How they instantly became a needed part
Little hands
That held tightly to the palm of mine
Little babies
How they’ll always be this man’s sunshine
Little girls

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies I had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

Maybe
They’ll never fall in love with any boy
Maybe
But, then they’ll never learn of all that joy
Maybe 
They’ll wait until they reach old forty two
Maybe
But, that’s a dream that won’t come true
Maybe

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies we had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day I will walk them down the aisle
They’ll look at me with that little girl smile
I’ll do everything to hold back the tears
Forced by the memories of all their years

The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day
When I am old and they come to visit me
One day
I’ll still see them as kids, though with families
One day
Despite age, they’ll always be my little girls
One day
Is every day that I’m alive in this world
One day

The day my daughters… 
grow up…
Is the day, 
I’ll grow up…too


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Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


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Jesus My Life Is One HUGE Embarrassment


For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn’t sure if he’d listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

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

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

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

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

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

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

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

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


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Winter has a face contest

She wakes from a dream, dripping with tears of sweat pouring down her face.  Her long blonde hair is pasted to her forehead as she sits up in her bed.  The clock reads 3:03am.  Her heart is pounding rhythmically to the ticking of her wrist watch.  Her long legs that are wrapped in her white down comforter are extremely cold, and she realizes that a harsh draft is seeping through the window sill beside her bed.  As she pulls back the curtains to check the window for cracks in the ledge, her eyes grow wide with amazement.  The street lights reveal swirls of frosted confetti which overwhelm the pitch blackness of the night.  It has not snowed this hard since she was a little girl and suddenly the terror of her dream dissipates.  She jumps out of bed, slips on her purple fuzzy slippers, along with her matching robe and runs down the stairs.

The stars glisten
Illuminating shadows-
Icicles hang still

Her front door swings open from the harsh embrace of the wind and she manages to drift on to her porch.  Her foot prints smear the freshly painted deck but they are quickly filled up again by the urgency of heavens winter release.  Her eyes begin to spill like water falls and her rosy face along with the rest of her body goes numb. However, the arctic chill was worth it to her.  The last time she had seen her father was on a night like this.  He loved the snow and every part of its splendor reminded her of him. The howling in the air, the cold that cut through her pajama pants like a knife, the snowflakes the size of marshmallows and the cars that look like giant igloos.  Even the smell of the wood burning across the street in her neighbor’s fireplace all made her feel like her father was near. It was like heaven had stopped by to visit her this night.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: winter


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Grace

Daughter spring, rise, awake
Raise your sleepy head
Touch the world of angels wings
Sew a golden thread
In your wake lies not a trace
"Grace" we call you, dear
Yet I have found your precious walk
Your light has drawn me here
Sweetest daughter of the light
May I hold your hand
How I cherish such pure eyes
Your hair --the golden sand
Take me back to sweeter days
Dearest little girl
Teach me how to dance as you
I love to watch you twirl

Rest your eyes now, lay your head
Upon my beating chest
Listen to its loving strength 
I will give you rest




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Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


Details | Etheree | |

The Cemetery Today

A 
Visit
Today to
Cemetery
Father's Day no dad
To talk to and share thoughts
Too hot to stay and visit
The grave was in good shape weed free
Mother's parents and grandparents' graves
Need the grass pulled out and tending some...Sad


Details | Epic | |

All men are Broken

I am not like your earthly father, why do you treat Me like him?
I am an all consuming love 
I am not double-minded; I can’t lie or hurt you with sin,
I created you to be more than what you currently are,
For the father fracture has caused so many of My children to be scared,

All men are broken,
All men were broken,
By their fathers who passed it down to you,
My sons and daughters there is nothing to impossible for me too do,

I am much bigger than anything you face and fear,
I am the Father who has seen every tear,
I am the Father who knows your deepest pain,
I am the Father who will always remain,

Though many fathers meant well they still could never be,
All that I am able to be unto thee,
You’re not your father, you’re not going to be the same,
You were never meant to live with the anxieties of a childhood filled with pain,
So let Me love you, let me in, I am not counting all your sins,
Let Me show you what you have never seen,
For perfect love heals and restores all lost dreams,

I am not your father, please blame me no more,
If you could only see what I have planned for your future; the greatness I have in store,
You would understand, you would forget the past, 
You would forgive your fathers, who didn’t know better and couldn’t fulfill their tasks,

A generation has been created,
That has been jaded and recklessly complicated,
I understand, but take my hand; I am not like a carnal man,
I will show you unconditional love that will never fail,
When things get tough I am the Father who will never bail,

I am not like your father, I have been falsely accused,
I am the father who will never leave your side, disappoint you, or abuse
I have watched you all your life suffer in silence, while hiding behind everything and anything to numb yourself well,
I was there every time you slipped up and every time you fell,

But listen my beloved, I call out to you each day,
Just stay quiet for a moment and you will hear what I want to say…

I am here; you are ever before me, for I carved your name in my hand,
I know how to reach you, for I loved you before you ever reached this land,

A broken child becomes a broken man,
Until he knows his heavenly Father is his biggest fan.
Give Me a chance to show you and you will finally understand
That it is My love that will guide you, just take hold of my hand.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Free verse | |

We Are All In This Together

We all have a story to tell.
Ups and downs,
Together, we've been through it all;
God has led us through it all.
Trust Him;
It's all for a reason.
All your pains,
All your struggles,
All your hurts-
They're all for a reason.
God has a bigger plan,
One we cannot see.
Trust Him and pray.
Remember,
We are all in this together.
Together, we have been through it all.
Ups and downs,
We are family-
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
We are friends.
Most importantly,
We are family.
Let's love one another like God loves us.
Let's help each other out
And help each other up with loving hands.
We are His children.
We are His servants
Together on His mission
To love, save, and change the world
For the better.
We are all in this together.
Listen to His praises ring;
Let's praise Him together.
Listen to sister Fantasia sing,
"Sometimes you gotta lose to win again."
Thank You Father!
Amen!


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible

They
Are
Among us.
Not alien
But more
Like us than
You will ever know.
They are
Neighbors
Dying
Of
Disease
And 
Hate
And
Grief.
They live
Next door
Behind walls
Built
Not of stone
But of fear.
Hungry
Penniless
Alone.
They are
Stereotypes
Birthing
Children.
Ad dictions
Carving
Flesh from
Bones.
They are
Sold
Into
Slavery
Beaten
By
Other
People's
Philosophies.
They are
Invisible.
But not
To
Me.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know of An Old Fashioned Family


There’s a family I know,  that may seem old fashioned.
But they serve others from a heart of compassion!

They don’t have much in the scope
 of entertainment.
But they have each other,
 and much contentment.

They have a love for God that comes from within!
And are thankful to the Lord
 for being their friend!

They don’t get too involved with that the world brings.
They have each others love.  
They have everything!

This family has been an inspiration to others too!
By their giving hearts, in much of what they do!

This family has a commitment to serve God above.
And have asked Jesus to fill them with his love!

This may seem old fashioned, 
not to have a lot of things…
But they know their Lord 
and the love that he brings!

I’m thankful to know them and their Godly inspiration…
I extend to them a heart of thanks  and appreciation!

Please dear Lord, bless and keep them in your arms!
Be with them Jesus, and protect them from harm!

May the blessings of God keep 
flowing through them!
And may the peace and joy of God continue to be with them!

By Jim Pemberton   05/29/13


Details | Couplet | |

The Ugly Sin

We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost

The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin

Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame

I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim

Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild

I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls

In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~


Details | I do not know? | |

You're my what....?!

           This is not my WORLD.

           You're my WORLD.

           You're my EVERYTHING.

           You're the FLOWERS, the GRASS, 

           You're my THOUGHTS,

           You're my EVERYTHING.
            
           This is not my WORLD.
           You're my WORLD.
                     
          So now.....
                be part of my.....
                                    LOVE.



                  *please comment if you don't mind, i'd really like to know your thoughts 
(fav poem if you like)*
                                                  
                                                            -Angel4eva23


Details | Haiku | |

LOVE - HAIKU

Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional


Details | Canzone | |

Staying Sober

I know this is the hardest *****for me to ever do
I know alcohol has always been apart of my life it's like it's the only truth
sometimes I drink so much I can't even remember you

I want to stay sober yet I still keep thinking about that next drink
I'd rather sit in my alcoholic pains trapped in the bottle where many dreams seem to sink
I know once that bottle is empty all thats left is me and my thoughts shattered in a dream
I can hear my inner soul holler while my spirit seems to scream
I know I can be an alcholic fiend
But don't judge until you have walked in my shoes and seen what I've seen

I know I try and let this *****go
but yet without the booze it seems I can't let my mind grow
It's like I need this *****just to make it to another daily show
I been through all this same *****before
I know what it's like when an alcoholic is sitting in his own filth on the floor
I know I need to be a better father so my kids don't grow up to be poor

I need to provide
I need to speak truth and get past all my own lies
I need to comfort my kids when I her their cries
I need to find the solution when it's hard for my family to find
I need to think about my kids so they remeber me as a good father in this time

I need to find a way 
I need to find a way to smile for the day  
Im trapped in a ark alcoholic daze
You see me running around alcoholic words like Im in some written maze
I know it's really up to me to make that one significant change
I know I used to everyday but it seems nowadays I almost never pray
and it should'nt be that way when my skies are all dark and gray

I know my life is almost over 
I done ran my luck I only got one clove left on my four leaf clover
Her name is struggle and strife and it feels as if only Im the one who knows her
But i guess life is what I make it and it should'nt be so hard to staying sober


Details | Free verse | |

THE SIMPLE LIFE

THE SIMPLE LIFE

Those who live the simple life
Are those who enjoy simple things

Like    driving a car becomes EXHILERATING!

Smelling a flower dizzies with JOY!

Oh that day I started to live the simple life –
Getting the soul    the spirit    isolated
Getting to know myself COMPLETELY!

When the very dust on the floor had life    had extra meaning

Just the touch of my own skin had fascination

Meditation
Contemplation
Both enhanced

I felt myself alone in the UNIVERSE!

Oh that day I started to live the simple life
Just looking out the peephole nearly set my feet in motion

THEN   when someone lifted the lid
When I popped my head into that cool    fresh air
Ahhhhh     heaven!











Details | Fibonacci | |

Tree Of Knowledge (Fibonacci)

…and
this
is tree
of knowledge 
where its sweet fruits, not
of apples, as many believed
are forbidden, not for the birds, but for man to eat

yet, these un-named fruits, sweet as they are, caused man to sin
that man became God’s enemy
unless we seek Him
thru His son
we can
be
sure

of
His 
mercy
for He wants
us, to dwell in Him
this is the reason why He sowed
a tree, for us to enjoy life, as we flatter, free



Details | Lyric | |

Painful Blessings

God's child and only his.
He's been teaching me lessons since..
before my teenage years. 
I learn things quickly, a genius...maybe.
He has yet to expose his gift to me.
He has yet to begin revealing my destiny.
So I wait...wait for my world to shake.
Wait for my heart to ache. 
With every storm comes sunshine. 
An inner glow given from the divine. 
A new found sense of control. 
Thank you for allowing me to learn lessons.
That's why I call them painful blessings.


Details | Verse | |

Through A Prison Glass

You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.

You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. 
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. 

I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.

You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.

The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. 
I've lost you for good this time, 
so i think i have to do one more crime. 


Details | Chastushka | |

A Love Letter To My Unborn Child

A Love Letter To My Unborn Child

I write this letter to my unborn child from the depths of my soul.
You've entered my womb and made my life complete and whole.
I never thought I would be chosen for such an awesome task.
It is a greater blessing than what I ever could ask.
I can almost imagine you in my mind.
Beautiful, Happy, Bouncing, flashing a smile so kind.
Feeling you flutter is a sensation like no other.
It does wonders for the joy of this soon-to-be-mother!
You create a glow in me I never knew I would see.
It is true happiness that sets me on cloud nine manifested deep inside of me!
You're my baby, my child, my heart, and my wonder.
I pray we create a bond that no one can put asunder.
You're a designers' original! A creation from the King!
I can hardly wait for you to enter the world and see the joy you bring.
Sweet baby of mine, you're a magnificent gift from above.
Living proof of how your father and I have shared our love.
I hope you have your fathers' eyes
Then you will go into the world able to look at all things wise.
I hope you inherit my ability to plan.
With that you will be able to face all things in life as a strong woman or man.
I hope you receive from your father his selfless ways.
For this the Heavenly Father will bless you, as he did him, all of your days.
I hope you learn from me, spirit and let no one take it.
Believe me you will need it in life, and many will try to break it.
But with that spirit you must have your father's center.
With that you will be cautious of any door you enter.
I want you to have my curiosity.
There's nothing wrong with questions you may blurt!
But receive your fathers' discernment,
so you'll know when to let go before getting hurt.
Have my big heart; know what emotions are and how to be real.
Share your fathers' strength so you can handle what you feel.
Share my sense of humor! Laugh a lot it helps you through life.
Share your fathers' sense of duty. Know how to be serious and take strife.
I'm emotional so I tell you its okay to blubber once and a while like your Mom.
But learn to develop what your father has; an excellent sense of calm.
But most of all the things I wish for your father and I to share.
I wish we teach you to love, respect, strength of mind, and to care.
These are my feelings, wishes and hopes for you.
You make my heart and soul sing!
I welcome you to the world and thank you for the joy,
my little queen or king.



Details | Bio | |

My Life

When I was born, I had a mother. I had a father too. Early one morning - still being dark I saw my father leave. I ran after him and begged him not to go. I was only three years old. He didn't listen and left me standing there alone. My mother stayed for a while, but later she left too. To grow up without a father is sad, but to grow up without a mother can be really bad, especially when you know that the people that are raising you are not your real parents. We all grew up with different people. My sisters and I were given away. Being the oldest of the girls, I did a search to find them all. I found one sister first, then we both searched for the mother that gave us birth. We soon found her, she seemed sad. A second family she did have. I had a brother that was older then me, but now I had four more brothers. Two more sisters we would find. There was one that we could not find, until Dec. of 2007, we finally met. I am happy that we all met, at least we know where we came from. We see each other on and off. There are no regrets or grudges to hold, cause who am I to judge. I am no judge nor jury. There is a God that will judge us all and and he will give us what we deserve...
10/13/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Comments: All this is true and part of my life. We were five sisters and five brothers. There are many stories in this world. This has been one of them


Details | Quatrain | |

Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."


Details | I do not know? | |

New Generation of rebels

We may be young but wer're more than a box,
In a mirror you may see the reflection but not much
We're eager to get out there and show what we've become
Seem not to give credit for all the work we've done
We're human too, and intend to make the same mistakes as you


Details | Rhyme | |

The Next Generation

That little boy who I used to tickle
And helped learn to tie his shoes,
Just called me up on the telephone
To give me the happy news.

That young boy who I taught to wrestle
And watched him practice football,
From half way across the world
Made me proud with just one call.

That young man whom I saw graduate
From High School then Navy boot camp,
Just phoned to let me know
I am going to become a Gramps.

How is it that this little tyke who only yesterday,
Was riding upon my shoulders is an expectant father today?
How is it that my hair has turned, from black and then to gray,
And now that I am even older has completely fallen away?

The tears from my right eye, are tears of pride and joy,
The tears from my left eye, miss my little boy.
I was just getting used to the fact, that I’m old enough to be a dad
When I get news a grandchild is on its way – oh, yikes and egad!

I guess it could be worse – this news I did receive;
Knowing it makes my father a GREAT-Grandfather, gives me some reprieve.
A new generation, like it or not, is on its way;
“Congratulations, Son”, is all there is to say.


Details | Lyric | |

UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | I do not know? | |

My Last Word

Someday at any time I could be gone…
When it happens don’t you dare be sad?
I am saved and living in God’s great beyond,
Enjoying the best times that I’ve ever had.

Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud,
However God’s timing and planning are right,
To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd,
So take up the mantle and against satan fight.

The battle will not be over till the devil’s in hell,
If you are not born again I’d encourage you to be,
Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well,
So your soul too can be made eternally free.

Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love,
The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care,
Outside of grace you were my treasure from above,
Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share.

Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close,
All my sufferings are over with pains all gone,
It’s okay to cry over my death but a party I propose,
For on satan I have the last laugh my journey’s done.


Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may 
bring forth.


Details | Rhyme | |

Full House

Naughty little brother hitting people just for fun,
Soppy little sister snuggles up to harassed mum,
While other sister Lesley thinks she’s in a royal court,
And “Ten Ton Tim” throws the tennis balls he’s bought,
One hits little Lesley on the head with quite a force,
She storms off to her room, in a nark again of course,
She slams the door behind her once she’s made her way upstairs,
And then there’s the twins, I know that trouble comes in pairs,
Michael’s riding Richard with his undies on his head,
While Craig from down the road is wearing swimming trunks instead,
“Ten Ton Tim” then offers the other boys a fight,
One which probably won’t finish until very late at night
“You and Craig onto me!”; a tempting offer to the boys,
Who start to rush towards him brandishing their army-toys,
Lesley reappears from the dark behind the door,
Intending not carry on moaning any more,
Dad is quite sensible at stays at work ‘til dark,
I think it’s more crowded here than in Noah’s Ark.
Mother calls for quite but the noise just carries on,
‘Til Craig suggests they go to his and then the rabble’s gone!




(Written at the age of 9 or 10)


Details | I do not know? | |

One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


Details | Narrative | |

On a Black Day - Death Survives - Series 1

I hadn’t seen a house for an hour ; talking to a social worker, is pretty short
I’m off to a new Foster home; the Courtermarshe’s, a new Big Sister; Brenda
How much longer, Mr. Hodges I have to pee, so do I ; Behind a Mighty Oak
Harry we have to talk, I have bologna sandwiches, the family your going to today:
The Courtermarshe’s, can not have Children of there own Brenda is a foster child also
She’s going to have a hard time being a big Sister, after Alice Loved me so much
Alice and me still write back and forth, She is the Very Best “BIG SISTER”
Little did I know, how close Brenda and me would become as Black Clouds Weep
Blocking the smile of the Sun, closing the door to reality for two and a half Years
Harry, wake up there it is your New Home; Wow It’s a farm, cows, pigs, and chickens
The happiest nine year old, bolted out of the car zipping towards the Big, Red barn
Harry! Harry!!  Yes Sir, Come over here and meet your Mom and Dad, Phoebe and Dan
Time for the (speech): Thank-you Mr. and Mrs. Courtermarshe, I'll try to be a good son


                                                         To be Cont.


Details | Pantoum | |

A Father's Sun

To be born a girl to a father with patriarchal dreams
born a disappointment to himself was all I could claim. 
A pretty little thing, a trinket, a space holder, a seam,
to be a man is to be wanted to be woman's a shame.

Born a disappointment to himself was all I could claim
Mother cried, and tried but one more girl she bore to his frown
To be a man is to be wanted to be woman's a shame.
I watched and did not wonder as his lips turned upside down.

Mother cried, and tried but one more girl she bore to his frown
If I'd been a boy, his joy would have saved my Mother's heart
as I watched and did not wonder, as his lips turned frown down
I learned being male was something desirable and apart.

If I'd been a boy, his joy would have saved my Mother's heart.
I'd lead the pack, ride the rails, see the world, eat it all whole.
I learned being male was something desirable and apart.
But I'd not use my powers to break countless hearts untold.

Many children I'd seek, daughters and sons, all wanted each one
born a disappointment to himself was all I could claim. 
But a man, such as I'd be, would cherish daughters not shun
to be a man is to be wanted to be woman's a shame.


Details | Free verse | |

To live, flightless birds

A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch

Young nestling skitters to the branch’s edge
Peers over on to sightless depths
Shivers, ruffles withered feathers
Spreads tousled wings
And loosens fast aging down
Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge
Like endless days before, Craning aching neck 
Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger-
And whimpers
Turns to father and warbles in longing,
A sight that speaks of flight
Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds
To leave
-slightest breeze carries words...   
to live

The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro
Cooing and cawing, talons pawing
A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms
A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams 

Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing
Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation
“To leave father! To stretch my wings
Lift from them the smell of rot and loss
To fly father”

“To fall! To fall, and to die!”

-Wind whispers,
To fall, to soar, and to live
Nestling shuffles to the edge, 
Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge
Peers down onto sightless depths
-they bellow to him
To fall, to fly, to Die!
Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers
Cramping wings crooked and futile
To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability
To fall, to fly, to die
Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death
nothing so glorious without flight...

Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion
Ruffles feathers, settles down
Nestling wavers, branch bending
Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch
Eyes feasting on sightless depths
Endless fears...
They scream to him
To sit, to dream to fly...
To sit, to dream of revitalized wings
Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom
The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings
The exercise of freedom
to sit and dream
to live

to sit at the edge of that tottering branch
creaking and bending under a restless and aging body
peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go
and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch
and fly, where body cannot
and live


Details | I do not know? | |

IT IS TIME TO MOVE IN RESURRECTION POWER

This is the time this is the hour It is time to move in resurrection power It is time to move away from the control of man It is time to run to the great I AM It is time to leave the past behind It is time to have a change of mind It is time it is time this is the hour It is time to move in resurrection power It is time to be caught in the Spirit you see This is the time for you and for me This is the time to see the Spirit move Where our flesh is no further use This is the time when all will change This is the time God will rearrange Everything that we thought was right We will see HIM move in power and might We will no longer sit in a church in a pew Do you see HIS Spirit move do you? Touching this one touching that Be caught in the Spirit that’s where it’s at It’s where our flesh is no further use Where there is freedom where there’s no abuse Where our eyes are opened where we can see all things That is what moving in the Spirit brings THIS IS THE TIME THIS IS THE HOUR IT’S TIME TO MOVE IN RESURRECTION POWER IN CHRIST WE SIT AT FATHERS RIGHT HAND ME AND YOU..DO YOU UNDERSTAND? From death to life by resurrection power Freed from our flesh renewed for this hour Being the person Father meant us to be Driven by His Spirit you and me Using His gifts walking in grace Showing His mercy seeking His face From death to life by resurrection power Freed from our flesh renewed for this hour WHEN JESUS ROSE AND TORE THE VEIL IT MADE THE WAY FOR US TO ENTER INTO GODS SPIRITUAL PLACE WE ARE MEANT TO BE HUMAN SPIRIT BEINGS WHERE WE ARE ABLE TO CONNECT SPIRIT TO SPIRIT HEART TO HEART WITH FATHER GOD.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why is it?

Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, 

But really they are preparing you for more school?

Who knows?

That has always been on mind for the past few days.

*comment if you know why or if you have any ideas*




                                        -angel4eva23


Details | Personification | |

A New Kingdom




     *********

Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
             Well...
This is for the first time
The first time in History
      ------
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
   Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
         In mystery...
And everyone must know...
         ------
         It is time
  It is time one may say
For a One World Government
        To save the day'
        --------
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
      And that is that
           Except...
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
          --------
What We really don't need
    Is a new government
        What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
     A Covenant'
         With ' GOD '
        --------
      Did anyone think
            Of the way
       That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
            For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
    To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
      A place for you and me...


Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Sonnet | |

Jesus Christ' Parable -The Prodigal Son


Forgiveness of Sins / God's Love & Mercy
LK 15:11-32

Then he said, "A man had two sons, and the younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of your estate that should come to me.' 

So the father divided the property between them. After a few days, the younger son collected all his belongings and set off to a distant country where he squandered his inheritance on a life of dissipation. 

When he had freely spent everything, a severe famine struck that country, and he found himself in dire need. 

Coming to his senses he thought, 'How many of my father's hired workers have more than enough food to eat, but here am I, dying from hunger. 

I shall get up and go to my father and I shall say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 

I no longer deserve to be called your son; treat me as you would treat one of your hired workers."' 

So he got up and went back to his father. 

While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him, and was filled with compassion. 

He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him; His son said to him, 
'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you; I no longer deserve to be called your son. 

But his father ordered his servants, 'Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet...

Then let us celebrate with a feast, because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.' Then the celebration began. 

Now the older son had been out in the field and, on his way back, as he neared the house, he heard the sound of music and dancing. He became angry, and when he refused to enter the house, his father came out and pleaded with him. 

He said to him, 'My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours; but now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.'" (Taken from LK 15:11-14, 17-25, 28, 31-32)


Details | Nonet | |

Dad Ran

The town was having a county fair
To the event carnival came
Daddy and his brother worked
So to the carnival
They could go that day
In the fields hoed
Cotton picked
Earned a 
Dime
Fun
Much joy
Excitement
Inside the tent
Animals, trapeze
Acrobats, many clowns
Someone lit a cigarette
Carelessly tossed aside match 'pon straw
Tiny spark then a flame roars_dad ran  

Sponsor: Lisa Cooper~Dark Poetess
Contest:Unnamed County Fair
Double inverted Nonet


Details | Free verse | |

This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


Details | Free verse | |

Stuck

I'm like a lion
Tryin to be  trained
to behave in a cage, but
I wasnt born to be tame
Full of stress and rage
 Im compressed and chained
Infected with depression
beCause I cant catch a break
Lifes taste is so tart
In pain from my scars
Stained by lame luck
Stuck behind apace car
I strive to write
But all I can type is the space bar
I'm Pervaded with doubt
About to freakout
Quick Someone bail me out
I would sniff my way out
but I got this cyst on my snout
From 6 years of this drought
Im sittin with this could of pout
Stickin to me like jam from a can
like melted candy in your hand
I'M a pantree full of Spam
 A Letter without the stamp
A debtor without a plan
Like chicken on a pan without any Pam,
Damn I'm starting to get pissed
 I got to devise a plan, before I break my fist,
Punching this brick wall, I got the spit but no ball
got the wits with no squall, like a toliet with no stall
 Slippin in a pit fall, Shiz just snow balls
I want to brawl, missed last call
My Stick shift just stalled,
This lawl has no intention at stopin at all
And I'm kicking myself in the balls
like old men walking up and down the halls
so i flop, just like a dust mop
Now i got knots in my food box
The size of king kongs rocks and
Every door has been locked
I try to soar but its all for not


Details | Ballad | |

THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








Details | Free verse | |

Patradoot or The Messenger24 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger24 /Many 
  
English version by 
Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


Here only have born great freedom fighters, 
Like Malviya*  and Tandon*,
Who have raised the honor of our country,
By their extra ordinary deeds and sacrifices.

The splendors of India’s freedom revolution,
Will fascinate you every where, dear letter,
Batches of citizens, mad with patriotism,
You will find here and there and everywhere.

You will find my beloved in the front row,
Of the woman groups agitating for India’s freedom,
Keeping your attention on these women,
When you will move ahead, my dear letter.

You will see my beloved wife, 
Being mad for India’s freedom with others,
By seeing her only, you too would be charmed,
In the color of patriotism for the nation, dear letter.


Ravindra

Kanpur India 30h July 2010                                 to continue in 25

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

•	Malviya  Madan Mohan Malviya was a great scholar & the founder of
Banaras Hindu University known as BHU. He was a great freedom fighter also
•	Tandon   Purshotamdas Tandon was another great scholar & a freedom fighter who
contributed his entire life for Hindi language and for the nation.  
 

Note:
If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
has any question or queries, they can 
send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my father late
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, when he was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 


Details | Free verse | |

Friends in High places

To really know who you are
To know who it is- 
That formed you in the womb
To be truly acquainted with Him
Is to truly know-
Friends in High places


Details | Epic | |

Patradoot or The Messenger 1 Many

Patradoot or The Messenger  1/Many


English version by Ravindra K Kapoor


I am in meditation for the same God,

Whom you also pray, praise and meditate,

You who is born from my hand and pen,

Have a better destiny than your originator.


Ravindra

Kanpur India  9th May 2010		to continue in 02/Many

Note: The entire poetry work  created by my father 
is addressed to a Letter.


Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.


Main  Bhi Dhyata,  Usi Murti Ka

Tu Bhi Dhyan Lagata  Hai,

Mere  Kar Se Janmaa Tu,

Mujhse Saubhagya, Bada Tera Hai.


Original work in Hindi written by my late father Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
way back in 1932.

English version is more than the exact translation of my 
father’s Patradoot or the Messenger.

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 




Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


Details | Free verse | |

A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Shadows Of Pain

Hollowed eyes and tortured soul 
Spitting words that didn't flow 
Forcing smiles that always faded 
His memories fond, distorted and jaded
Ups and downs, half smiles and frowns
His mind was spinning round and round 
A heart bigger than a sunrise sky 
So numbed he left and didn't say goodbye 
The darkness seized him, held him tight
Squeezed so hard life became a fight 
A fight to eat, a fight to breathe 
Hatred flowed and emotions seethed 
He never forgot and never forgave 
The angst inside him dug his early grave
Handsome groom, number one dad 
The best friend I truly ever had 
Woke up one day not feeling well
Couldn't take this life in hell 
Began his journey to what comes after
Mom comes home, finds him hanging from a rafter 
Terror sets in and shock takes over 
In a blink of an eye their marriage was over 
Two nightmarish calls, one to each daughter 
Cries and screams like lambs at the slaughter 
And so we march on, soldiers in a state of shock 
Thinking it's him, every phone call and knock 
Now, I hope, his tortured soul's at peace 
But we, the survivors, are haunted with memories and grief 
Does the cycle continue - depression and shame? 
Will I follow my father through the shadows of pain?


Details | Bio | |

Me, Myself and I

Alexandra
Hardworking, Dancer, Writer, Loyal
Sister of Catie and Mollie, Daughter of Valerie and Damien
Lover of no one (for now)
Who feels that poetry is a savior, life isn't complete without friends, and love will find a way
Who fears isolation, failure, and not believing
Who would like to see their writing published, their designs manufactured, and their lives well
Resident of The Bronx, New York
McKenna


Details | Triolet | |

On Golden Pond

Weathered and worn, the mind cries out
he grows old in a bitter need
a yearning to mend a love torn
weathered and worn, the mind cries out
familiar scape now unknown dread
his love, fanatically he searches..... 
weathered and torn, the mind cries out
he grows old in a bitter need  
 


Movie~On Golden Pond
Scene~You Are My Night In Shinning Armour. 
This is just one small scene of a excellent movie. 
If you have not seen the movie, it's a must!!


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Eager To Live

Search is continuous in these words I have penned 
Eager in anticipation for a message please send
A thirst unrelenting is my desire for you to quench
Bless me Oh, Lord with your fisherman’s bend

What reason do I have otherwise but in you to exist?
Give me the strength over temptations that always persist
Thank you for granting me a new day to grow in you
Ultimately the goal allows your will in me to insist

The journey is part of the lesson one must learn
Bless me with the ability so my mind may discern
Knowledge and understand with wisdom of you
Forget me not Oh, Lord on the day of your return


Details | Free verse | |

Through His Eyes

As I stroked his brow and held his hand He blinked his eyes one last time A final touch, a final glimpse One last breath and his soul slipped away He was finally free Of the body that could no longer live His arms that couldn’t hold The legs that wouldn’t dance His voice that couldn’t say What his heart was barely beating for Through his eyes I saw revealed Months of suffering, yet years of contentment Days of disappointment, among a lifetime of joy A light that would not go out … just moving on My lips kissed his quietly cooling cheek As a tear made its journey to my heart Our earthly connection coming to a close While the new life inside me gently stirs As the weeks go on, I feel this strength With each subtle kick and stretch As my body nourishes, my healing heart feels This glorious intimate bond Is a higher power bringing forth Into my arms this miraculous creation With one loss, I gained an inner peace With the promise of his everlasting love, I found hope The vitality of his spirit I was able to recognize In the light of my newborn’s eyes
Written on: August 25, 2011 By: "Secret Sister Searching Soulfully"


Details | Elegy | |

Stay with me

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I see you

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you must be
Somewhere

You still exist
for 
I still miss you

Thy sight
comes
to me
by memory

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I see you

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you are
Nowhere

Please
stay with me
for
I need thee

for
a mere
unit am I
without an ally

Nowhere
you are
Wherever
I need you

Please
let
I feel
you are
nearby

Let
I believe
you are
far
from Nowhere
close
to Somewhere

Let
I believe
you are


Please
stay with me

somewhere
anywhere
beyond

I need thee.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sacraments of Christian Initiation


The Sacraments of Christian Initiation
Baptism, Confirmation and the Holy Eucharist
Lay the foundation of every Christian life

Faithful are born anew by Baptism, 
Strengthened by Confirmation 
Receive in the Eucharist the food of eternal life

To receive increasing measures
The divine life
Advance toward the perfection of charity

Written 09172012


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddy Your My Hero

Daddy I remember, I was probably about three, all the times you made me laugh, like when 
you tickled me.

Daddy I adored you, even when I made you mad, youv'e always taken care of me, through 
the good times and the bad.

Daddy I remember, when you would play guitar, and we would sing to grandma, to me you 
were a star.

Didn't have much money, and when mom went away, you worked, cleaned and cooked for 
us, and taught us how to pray.

Then one day I turned sixteen, a real tough age for me, didn't always think things through 
and acted selfishly.

All I ever meant to do was make you proud of me, I'm sorry if I wasn't who you expected 
me to be.

Daddy I was hurting too, you also caused me pain, and just like you I sometimes felt I was 
about to go insane.

Daddy it is true that you have given me a lot, because you only wanted me to have the 
things you never got.

Daddy I appreciate the things youv'e bought for me, but the happiest Iv'e ever been was 
when we barely had a thing.

The love and trust between us then was very special to me, and there's no amount of money 
that could replace those memories.

Daddy what I'm getting at is no matter what you do, there's nobody else on earth that could 
ever hold a candle to you.

Because it takes a special man to raise two kids alone, nobody helped you do it, you did it 
on your own.

Daddy your my hero, the good times outweigh the bad, because God gave me the best 
daddy a girl could ever have.


Details | I do not know? | |

What people might think

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
  
                                        


Details | Free verse | |

Patradoot or The Messenger 30 /Many


Patradoot or The Messenger30 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


How beautiful is my city Prayag*, dear letter,
Which enchants the visitors and enthralls,
By the lovely simplicity of its houses,
And the warmth of the hearts of its dwellers.

Amid the doors and windows of its houses,
You would find sweet and cool breeze blowing,
And a serene happiness you would find,
On the faces of its lovely citizens. dear. 

You would find the people of this city,
Full of patience and quite energetic,
By the time you would reach,
The place near my door, dear letter.

DESCRIPTION OF THE DWELLING HOUSE

To get released from the custody of the Postman,
You will go in his hand, dear letter,
Thus you will get the chance to get free,
To convey my message to my beloved.

Among the beautiful loving inhabitants,
Of my place, known as Bharti Bhavan, 
You would see they love their friend’s life even,
More preciously then their own, dear letter.

Ravindra

Kanpur 21st August 2010.                          to continue in 31

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Clarifications:

* Prayag 		Allahabad is also know as Prayag or Triveni. And Allahabad  is the 
                                    most ancient city  of India, 
Note:
If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

















Details | Acrostic | |

The Birds And The Bees

They both dreaded that day,
Having to 
Explain to their only child about the

Birds and the bees
In stepped mom with the flowers
Ready to explain all about pollen and fertilization 
Dad looked bewildered, rubbing the side of his head
Stating, “Did I forget your birthday”? While eyeing the flowers

Anxiously he said, 
"No! Don’t tell me your are pregnant again, I 
Doubt I can go 

Through this again,"
Having to sit there and 
Entertain herself the daughter decided to ease their pain… 

Both looked traumatized when she 
Eventually said, “I know all about being in love, all about sex, it’s part of our curriculum
Even the difference in male and female anatomy gets explained”
So mom if you are pregnant, I can tell the baby all about the birds and the bees one day!!"


Contest: The Birds and the Bees
Placed: 8th


Details | Couplet | |

A Cowboy Is

He’s tender and caring in his own way,
From moving cattle to bucking hay;

He’s stubborn but gentle and hard as nails,
As he deals with all that his job entails;

He may seem distant but he’s filled with pride;
From the cattle he tends to the horse that he rides;

He’s defender of the small and weak,
And protector of the sick and meek;

He keeps the code of the cowboy way,
Standing steadfast from day to day;

Watching over and protecting from harm,
All of the beings that reside on his farm;

He’s sometimes reserved and far-away,
And he never really has too much to say;

Laugh lines cover his weathered face,
Something even time can’t erase;

He is a cowboy, born and bred,
From the boots on his feet to the hat on his head.


Details | Quatrain | |

Redeye Gravy

Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country ham, pour  coffee bam

Never knew why it was called redeye
Then my grandson informed me just why
Men who had been out late had bleareye
Who looked like they had been drip-dry

I always thought that it was because
It had dark red color from drippings
In my home it  got an applause
I thought that it was God's blessings

I learned my husband doesn't like it
My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy
When I make it only make a bit
Always redeye gravy left heavy

Today decided to place on grits
Feed to the cats see if they like it
Now cat is running around won't sit
I guess that caffeine gave them lift


Details | I do not know? | |

The Second Coming of God

The good book does call for the second coming
Beyond the gates he does show his face cunning
The drip of the water that beads on his head
Holy water from the veins of the dead
Dark is he with ears pronounced
To hear the fall of those announced
His beaded nose to smell the fear
As he lines his pockets with your soul so near
Your children will fall for his precious spell
As he whistled with glee steering boats to hell
His empire will rise like the 4th Reich fuels
As his moustache no longer is needed to rule 
Instead he is kind or at least he seems
As the leader of evil will make your child scream
He will deceive as you enter his land of kind
As you sell your soul to relieve your mind
Today is the day the second coming comes true
Today you will kneel to a rodent so cruel
As you slip your dual ears to look like him
Say you holy rosaries and submit your kin
Put your white gloves on to cover your black
For Mickey Mouse is your God and the ruler of tact


Details | I do not know? | |

You're There, I See You

I close my eyes in darkness
While the world lies down to sleep
As a father and a husband
My family’s mine to keep
Protect them? I am willing
I am always there on guard
But, when I’m not and far away
I trust You are, oh Lord

The rising sun of morning
Has my family’s eyes so wide
As the motor sounds of traffic
Fills the air that floats outside
And the people that are walking
Some are jogging, some just go
Makes me see, what truly is
And all I really need to know

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you

While coming home at evening time
Knowing my family waits for me
I smile real wide as I walk along
So all the world can see
Maybe then they’ll see just what I see
And then take it on their way
With hopes that they will share a smile
And make better someone’s day

Now the sun has set, children tucked
With a kiss I gave to fall asleep
Standing at the door I see my wife
And I feel the love she gave to keep
I thank you Lord for all I have
For always seeing my family through
Because I know I couldn’t do this alone
That’s why I put my faith in You

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you


Details | Narrative | |

"My Pa's Law"

Rhythm In Rhyme

Remembering back, was so very sad, to lose dad.
But congenital heart disease, please!  Is so very bad.
Was no thrill gathering my will, taking strife’s bitter pill. 
Dad died at ease seems God was pleased, passed the test, laid at rest.

At sixty nine, heart wasn’t fine, he had done his very best.
His life quirk, was it seems hard work, did his best with little rest.
But humor was not swayed, one day I realized as he paid,
on an old beat up car, international Studebaker.

He said, “Some people drive all their life, and never have a wreck.
Has been all my life, all I’ve ever driven, by heck, is wrecks!”
I remember his words, as yesterday, his severe life’s way.
His plain quality of life, still cuts deeply as a knife.

Could not read or write was his plight; surely to some a sight.
Though he laughed and lived, no fancy earthly material to give,
his friendship was valued, for miles around, even in town.
His friends’ obvious abound, the day we laid him in the ground.

John Henry was his name; though steel driving, was never his aim.
His name was sound, in town, and for many, many miles around.
Sawmilling was his game, that so many said, was his fame.
He could saw more lumber than any, to many, a wonder.

Laughing long and loud, of his talent to saw, so very proud.
But in my childhood years, was the shedding of so many tears.
For from him to get a nod, was for me so very hard.
To me I was just a clod, while to me he was nearly God.

But in my latter years, I put away my fears, dried my tears.
For love was always in his heart; from first day of my start,
though he was a bit short, not knowing how to show that part.
I learn to know from his ways `Tis tough love, ultimately pays!'

It is now tough love that paves, me through many of life’s maze.
I love him still; that’s the deal! Bitter pill, only a life phase,
so putting flowers on his grave, is to me not a bit naïve.
For tough love made life better of the letter; of my PA'S LAW!!


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Mom and Dad

Riding my first bike and learning to tie my shoes,
These memories mean nothing without the two of you.

I've learned a lot over the years,
Not that the lessons didn't sometimes come with tears.

Sweet dreams, I love you and good night, 
I remember saying this as you turned out the light.

Four kids and you two were always there,
To teach us and guide us with love and care.

We are your children and you have raised us right,
Taught us everything we know and all about life.

You taught us to work for what we need,
Even though your advice we didn't always heed.

I've seen the love and commitment that you two share,
It makes me proud and understand that what you have is rare.

You've stuck by each other even when times were rough,
But you've always showed me that love is enough.

Love is what gets you through the not so good days,
You've always been together and by each other's side you've stayed.

I am blessed and thankful for all that you are and all you are yet to be,
Cause without you two there wouldn't be me.

You have never failed to love me over the years and in the past,
I that God that I have you two as my mom and dad.


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What About Us?


My father worked the plant as
his father befor.
We worked until are hands bleed and
are backs were sore.

History we made and many fine men spent there lives 
in this very place.
Founded the union.
we are the backbone not a copperate 
face.

Didnt bat a eye just said goodbye
catching the first outta town bus.
They saved there over payed asses 
but what about us.

The working class people who gave there 
sweat and tears.
A town inwhich the factory was built.
Old and young share bitter reflections over
stories passed down through the years.

More than jobs left with the closing 
of the factorys doors.
Pain echos from broken souls.
it comes into are very essense seeps into the floors.

Years of memories gone without a 
fuss.
They crunch numbers but were people.
You saved a billion but a whole town
ask's what about us?


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The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.

I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.

I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.

I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.

Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.

Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.

And now your in the ground where you belong.


( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)


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I'm so Thankful For My Father

Lord…  I’m Thankful For My Dad!

Lord, during this special day, I’m so glad…
For giving to me such a special dad!

He’s been very thoughtful and kind!
Fathers like him are very hard to find!

I remember growing up with my brothers…
He was special to us, like “no other!”

As a young boy, he taught me God’s ways.
And I’ve kept it throughout my days!

I’ve often sought his advice and counsel…
Especially when life 
was looking “awful!”

He was there to give support
 the best he could.
Trying to help the best way
 he understood.

I suppose now that I’m growing old…
I’m remembering more things that my dad told!

“My father is one in a million.”
 Is what I believe.!
Many blessing from him
 I have received!

May the blessings of God daily surround him!
I’m so thankful that my mother found him!

Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this!
May his days ahead be happy
 and blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Box of Hope and Dreams

I keep my dreams and aspirations,
stored away neatly in this box.
Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon,
secured tightly with key and lock.

And every time I feel like a failure,
I open it, so I can again feel alive.
Arms of dreams tightly surround me,
giving me strength I need to survive.

I’ve hidden this box in a secret place,
where I’m the only who can see.
A beautiful box of hopes and dreams,
finely sewn with love at the seams.

This box is opened quite frequently,
especially when we’re apart –
this rhetorical box of memories,
in perfect synch with each beat of my heart


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Eyes On Me???

Eyes on me,
People watching,
In my direction?
Can't they look somewhere else?

Feeling uneasy,
Discomfart rises, too.
Afraid to mess up,
Afraid to fail.

Eyes are on me.
I feel pale.
I freeze.

I don't want
The attention.


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I'm Letting Go

Far beyond the edges of my reasoning a beautiful dream stood…waiting to come true
A dream erected up from cold dusty earth to the searing proximity of the sun
A star like dream, one built from hopes, aspirations and wishes
One whose light is drawn in and out from other stars
In its shadow lays the memory of soft spoken goodbyes and gentle kisses 
I have led my life on the side lines too afraid to repeat your mistakes
See I learned the hard way what not to break
The shattered pieces of her heart lay across the living room floor
I have learned also then how to find my way across the battlefield of broken vows
Because growing up when you’re being pushed back and forth between
What you got and what you wanted makes you question
The truths that are your foundation
You start to see cracks in the, ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I miss you’s’ 
And notice the fractures between the, ‘You are my worlds” and the “I can’t live without you’s’
See this father is why my heart has no door even to let me in
Because I live in the consequence of these lessons that you teach
But father know that you are a dream among dreams
A dream whose quarter is rooted in reality
And whose walls I built an inch from fantasy
You are a dream whose ends touch the circumference of the hole that you left
Your razor blade edges cut the inside of my mind and shows up as scars in my personality
But you kept my world and heart from falling apart
Now you are gone…


Where he used to be, God please put a new morning and the fragrance of cherry blossoms in
Spring, let the sunshine in and with it reasons to smile, let me hear the laughter of my
soul and give me PEACE
Amazing, calming, PEACE where there was none. 
Amen


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Dad's Gift of Prayer

As a young child, I would watch Dad pray,
and wonder where he went.
In such thoughtful conversation with the Lord,
many hours were spent.

Whether in a song at Mass,
or during the Morning Offering Prayer,
he seemed so much at peace...
I wanted to be there.

Through the years I listened,
and tried to understand,
many of Dad's thoughts on prayer
and God's gentle, guiding hand...
 "Let Him be your center, and keep Him there each day."
 "God always answers our prayers, just trust in His own way."

And so I find myself today
a wife and mother of three,
so grateful for Dad's gift of prayer
and what it's given me.



This was written for my Dad, to be read at his wake, 
January,2001.


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Letter to Poor Dad

Hallo my friend
Pardon my intrusion into your domain
But you see, I am a student in the University of Life
Whereby I am pursuing a Doctorate Degree in the Science of Successful Living
As I was submitting my thesis of research into your life
It occurred to me that I might as well write to you directly
To save my notes from gathering dust on a professor’s shelf

Poor Dad
The notion that you are poor is a fact I cannot deny
So I will not try to convince you otherwise
This is actually in concern of your son
You and I know that he is a good innocent child
And I know better than you that he is at a pivotal stage in life
As of now you possess so much influence over the direction his life will take
For in as much as you may not be proud of yourself in front of your peers
...who overcame similar past to make something better of their lives
	...your son is very proud of you
He looks up to you with wondrous trust
And it only befits that you should be his hero
But being a hero comes with something which you are known to fear – 
RESPONSIBILITY

Well, I am not going to advise you to be responsible
For I know you live in denial mode, so you’ll look for the easiest way out
I will instead ask you to be a truthful teacher
Be brave and accept your mistakes
Then teach your son of the painful lessons you have learnt from your failures
Teach him not to limit his thinking to the unfortunate reality you have cast him into
But to dare to believe in himself
...and to listen to his heartbeat and follow its guide
Tell him that poverty is in fact a blessing 
That from it he can create vivid reference of what life will be 
...if he doesn’t diligently work in pursuit of his greatest dreams
Teach him to use his limitations as the source of motivation
And then tell him you believe in him 
...and that he can be whatever he chooses to be
As long as he tries his honest best to be it
Tell him you support him fully, especially emotionally

The reason I am asking you to teach him
Is because the secret is that of what one is keen to teach
...he is guaranteed to learn even more than he knew before
In you teaching your son honest lessons from your heart and past
You will retrace your steps to where you got lost yourself
You will be possessed by renewed desire for success
Of your selfless and candid teachings to your son
...will emanate insurmountable delights
Dear poor dad, 
It’s time to be a real dad
And you son holds that key... earn it and use it


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Sincerity - A Gift Of Healing Through Gods Loving Light


 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

How fortunate am I
for the beauty of love I see in others
A gift so priceless my soul elate                       
reining down from God our Father

with summer lighting in sky of fear 
and winters cold unknowing 
by your side I stand in armor
as life storm leave shrouds of pain

in confusion I shield a weakened heart
with words that simply encourage
for each I cuddle with warm compassion
with song of love and grace                                          
 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

_______________________________________
Contest ~ "Love Me Why"
Poet ~ Rick Parise






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Does Family Really Matter Anymore


A family had a wedding...  The brother wasn’t invited.
The fact they didn’t want him,.. 
Was already decided!

When asked why his name had been “omitted.”
It was because of past wrongs he had committed.

The words spoken, one could hardly believe it!
Any kind of forgiveness? 
 They didn’t receive it!

How many times are loved ones not
 invited to “family occasions.”
Often times, families listen to “outside persuasions.”

Someone does something, 
that may not be liked.
Then they’re often told to “go take a hike!

No wonder why many families 
battle one another!
They have failed to truly love each other!

As we continue to see families drift apart.
This often leads to a wounded 
and broken heart!

Christ gave us his best!  
When we were at our lowest!
A life of mercy and forgiveness…  
He wants to show us!

If we can’t treat one another
 as Christ commands…
Then HIS way of family living….  
We’ll never understand!

By Jim Pemberton


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Fathers Cute Little Words

My fathers’ cute little words and sayings,
Like, that is just for the birds, in lashings.
Akumpucky in way,
Epigutis he’d say.
My father was big man in displaying.

.
Akumpucky was cream or compound.
Epigutis was the disease he found.
His words were so very cute.
You would never try dispute.
Powerful man would win any round.


Written for

Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name My Parent 


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His Power



_______________________________

Building a new foundation of life
through the power of Jesus Christ....

_______________________________

A Quote By Poet Rick Parise


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Never Thought It Would Happen

We began so little and young, 
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.

Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, 
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. 
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, 
Nothing lasts forever.


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The Tooth and the Dollar

He walked up to his mother to say his final goodbye;
There wasn’t an eye in church that at that moment was dry.
He turned and looked at his father for a reassuring glance,
Then reached his hand deeply into the pockets of his pants.
He pulled out the little white tooth he lost the day before,
And gently placed it upon the pretty blue dress that she wore.

“I was going to give this to the Tooth Fairy, but thought you might want it instead,
To remember the boy who loves you and once had it in his head
You can keep it with you always, while living up there in heaven
I have plenty of others left to loose, I think I counted eleven.
And Mommy, I will always remember, how you helped me wiggle it free,
And how even when you didn’t feel too well, you always had a hug for me.
And I will take care of Daddy, just like you asked me to
And he said that he will always make sure that we both remember you.”

He turned back toward his father, with tears running down his face,
And quickly rushed up to that man for a comforting embrace.
“You did great little Buddy, now Mommy can get some rest
With a God who will take care of her, in the place she loves the best.
And she will keep your tooth with her and hold on to it real tight
And tell the tooth fairy to leave you a dollar under your pillow tonight.”

I know that story very well, because I am that boy you see,
And have held on to that silver dollar dated nineteen sixty-three.
But now that once again I stand before an open casket,
I am putting this symbol of love in the pocket of my father’s jacket.
“Tell Mother that you were good to me and we never did forget her.”
Finally, after all these years, the tooth and dollar are back together.


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Sand Castles By The Sea

Walking along the oceans sand, in the crisp evening air
He happened upon a sand castle built by a child’s, tiny hand
It's delicate, virginal beauty, a short time it would last
Much too soon the waves of the sea would wash it to a distant past. 

      Those little footprints, ingrained on some land
      Where a sweet, small child had carefully planned
      A beautiful, fragile castle in sand 

He was painting a picture in his mind of those little hands and feet.
The nocturne of a symphony with children directing the beat.
The rolling motions of the sea kept a rhythmic roar with the waves
They rolled to the shore in syncopated lyrics making wet, sandy graves.        

          His hope he carried in his heart
          As he walked quietly along the sea
          He wanted to make everything right
          But he was doubting his ability

A silent cantata of a discordant roar of time,
Was singing a haunting melody in voice A-cappella
Chanting audible chords of memories in his mind
His thoughts went back to the little child, building a dream carved in sand
A a child who was thoughtfully shaping their future on land. 

            As he sat on the shore in pensive thought,
            His own child came to his mind. 
            A sweet little girl, not a care in her world
            Singing her innocent, happy rhymes

He’d come home from work, needing time to unwind
Too busy and tired to give his child enough time
She learned to walk and talk all while he was gone
While her mommy taught her all those cute, little songs  

           "Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffett
             Eating her curds and whey
             The little spider that sat down beside her
             Until she shooed him away" 

His wife, the apple of his eye, a woman who stood by his side
He wrote her name inside his heart, always wanted her as his bride.
They fell in love, prayed for a sweet, little child to share all their love.
The Lord in Heaven heard their prayers and sent them a little girl from above. 

             His memories led him back to home
             Knowing he made those vows without end
             Finally knowing what he must do..
             He’d take his wife and child by their hands
             To make their lovely, delicate castles in sand

                                                                  *~*


Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


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The Best is You !

You raised me up, so up, so high;

Now that I can touch the sky.

When life seems dull and things go wrong,

You made my life a beautiful song.

Through thick or thin; You stay with me

And in your arms I feel so free.

Indeed I'm lucky to have a dad like you,

We are so close like the flower and dew.

There are good dads but only a few;

I have no doubt, THE BEST IS YOU...!!!


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Sleepily

the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright
And the moon is not rigid rock
The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly
The moon is softness, the dark is soothing

The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form
The son is restless, he doth not sleep
The son is ebbing, his heart does weep
and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest
and kisses his brow;
The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly

Sleep my son, the Father whispers

But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him
I want to play - Rest prances about him
close enough to want, just out of reach
And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed?
When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly?

the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart
For the heart is within, the caress without,
Rest my son, he says, rest and forget
The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck

But father, father why
My heart will not sleep
Five more minutes? Just five.

Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh

And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into 
the ground.


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Trusting Only You

Born in worldly sin seeking you thrust knife
Turn away from man’s unrighteous false goals
This be cause will given a choice speaks life
The teachings of Jesus Christ his word molds
Unrelenting desire be thy way 
Without the One lost in doubt course be known
Holy Spirit to baptize me I pray
Direction change not in vain seek Ye thrown


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I was Beautifully And Wonderfully Made

I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There’s nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It ‘s all around! Though there are imperfections and “inflictions” within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I’ll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He’s always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… “A resting place…” I’m going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His “special touch…” Thank you God... For a “new” person you’re helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!


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lift your brothers and sisters (come together)

we are one spirit...

there shall be no division...

edify each soul...


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the oak in the acorn

the acorn in the oak
bark bone fingers crusted brown
waving sinew, shedding sky
tap root summon’d deeply down

sighs like summer sound in rain
building up then down the shade
sunlight filters dappled beams
stormwinds wild up the glade

growth rings tell of time and fire
knots hold moments, seasons pass
thunderhead now roaring branches
whirlwind leaves in leaning grass

now black clouds spill heavy ink
first a smatter, soon much more
trunk soaked humid, lichen slick 
ozone bite, ionic pour

for a moment pause creation
flash the static, crash the drum
rock the heavens, cloak the sun
clouds bursting out electric thrum

flashing pulse and threading sap
plasma blaze down wooded stroke
crack the mighty, split the bole
greenfather fallen low and broke

spent the clouded day turns blue
as from a storm new days are born
and next to ragged roots and grounded trunk
the oak waits quiet in the acorn...


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Ode To Billy

Young Billy was a soldier in the War Between the States; 
And scars of war made Billy feel a victim of the fates. 
He fought for Mr. Lincoln and the preservation creed 
Yet saw too many dying and he saw too many bleed. 

Now Billy knew the dreams of war so vivid every night, 
Were dreams of almost everyone who'd caught that bloody fight. 
The war he fought sought righteousness which he believed was true 
But never understood how North and South could split in two. 

His parents died of fever while he fought in Tennessee, 
A fact he didn't know until the North claimed victory. 
His papa, wise and sullen like the Irish Sea he knew, 
Had come to this America with dreams to start anew. 

Young Billy hoped his mama knew he'd made it through the war 
For she had shed no salted tears when he marched off before - 
But mothers bury very deep such pain within their soul 
So only God could touch her there and try to make her whole. 

Now both were gone along with wisdoms they could gently share 
To help him lift conflicted pain no man should have to bear. 
He prayed that Father Dave back home in Dublin had been right - 
A man can speak with loved ones in the starlight of the night. 

The things of life one covets can be lost to history, 
Including soldiers buried by the war's ferocity. 
He cried out loud in anger at the God he once adored: 
"Why did You leave me all alone my precious, precious Lord? 

What grave offense did I commence before Your loving eyes?" 
Though God was silent in repose great clouds then cleared the skies 
And Billy's father softly spoke and made the two as one 
With words of wisdom's calming balm to heal his broken son. 

"The wisdom of this world are pearls wrapped snug in crystal rain 
Proclaiming life will never end but just begin again." 


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To Err Is Human To Forgive Divine

"To err is human to forgive divine"

This lesson is priceless
for that, I thee love
a gift forgiveness 
from our Father above
without a trial or without bail
this small piece of salvation
he waits patently for us to reveal
a simple few words that set us free from heavy chains
"forgive me 'o father" seems to be trapped and ingrained 
but once the words flow in a glorious flood
the knowledge and wisdom spring forth in a budding new love 
no longer will the guilt seep in and invade
the torment will be lifted
and we shall live once again
 
It is then your gift of forgiveness shall truly reign 
even when others have caused excruciating pain
you will truly  grow to encourage others and forgive
a true gift from our creator
your heart shall be softened 
and a life of love will begin..........

"To err is human to forgive divine"



Amen...............

__________________
     CONTEST


Details | I do not know? | |

Forgetfulness x-x

Oh no!! I forgot – I had a plate of dessert In the cool freezer Oh no!! Dad forgot – He left his blue bowl of fruit On the clean counter!


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I Think of a Time When I Was Young


I can think of a time, when I was young.
I was growing up and having fun! 
I remember how excited I was to have a t.v.
There were my brothers, my parents and me!
I remember at about the age of ten.
My dad thought going to the theater was a “sin.”
There were many things 
that as young man…
 I later began to see, and understand!
My parents shared God’s love the best they could!
And I read the Bible and was trying to be “good.”
I had my troubles…  And problems bear...
But I had a family, and much prayer!
The truth of God’s word helped sustain me!
I knew how much he really loved me!
My parents, may seem like they were “old fashioned.”
They loved their kids!  With a Godly compassion!
I’m thankful to be blessed with a Godly love!
My family was a treasure from heaven above!
I think about today, and how things go wrong.
Many families don’t seem to “get along!”
I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together!
May we all serve him!  Today, and forever!
His love must be the cord that binds!
His will must be the focus of our minds!
May the presence of God bind us as one!
Every mother, father, daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton


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The World In Contempt

*********The Rest to God is gravy!*******


Auh!
Dieing for the Lord
Is a dieing profession
Thus ly, I commit to His Own Will
Thine Own Will
Which will be done incessantly
Providing a place for Me
For Eternal-ty ..
With-0ut question...
      ------
I wait for the day
That He shall carry me home
To do attendance to His House
To lay upon His Throne
To be the Minds' Keeper
When no one else' is home
Leaving me so all alone
Where Heaven makes' such
A Heavenly sound
      ------
Where their are Lots' of
Pretty Angel's seemingly
So all around,
Where My feet barely
Touch the  Ground
     ----
In this place 
Thy, Shall never be alone
Fore this is Thy only home
And from Thee..
Never shall I roam
      ------
To venture the distance
      Of His dynasty
For for-ever long lasting 
For ever long that may be
To wave that Ever-Lasting Torch
That which was made for Me
And for all else to see
       -----
That these are the things'
That make's a difference
In Life....
      ------
That is life's long mystery
                
                  GF


******God's Destiny is a reality, as to reality, which is nothing but a dream'.


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Divine Mercy Chaplet

We use a rosary to pray Chaplet of Divine Mercy For those who don’t know or love God To convert sinners, pray for them None of us deserves God’s forgiveness However Whenever we pray for His forgiveness, He does He loves us so much Many people in our world who are sad They think God will not forgive their sins They think He’s mean St. Faustina was born a special child She felt she has chosen to transmit the message of God’s mercy You can always see Him in the Tabernacle He is always there… We can offer our difficulties to God in reparation of sinners Those people who don’t love Him He appeared to St. Faustina’s cell Ordered her to paint an image she see And put below it “Jesus, I trust in You” Jesus desired for the image to be honored around the world Message of Divine Mercy is Jesus Christ Loves all of us This love was shown when God the Father sent His son to die in the cross for our sins God the Father is always ready to forgive us when we ask That’s why we should always confess to the same priest Because he knows us and give us advice God is offended when someone doesn’t love Him That person’s suffer because they don’t love Him J.


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


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Words that a Parent Might Never Say

My child here is my life in rare form
Mistakes you make so have I...once


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Grace

G  iven unconditionally, a

R  ansom has been paid

A  nti-Semitic ignorance could not stop his way

C  rucified and he rose , his gift abound today

E  ntrust all you have ,  his love shall heal thy pain


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Let's Not Forget

Let us never forget that God has surrounded us with the best. He gave us
life,  and also has given us hope, as a matter of fact, God gave us more than
most. God love is oh so true! God is good to me and you. Never forget that
the World was made for us to enjoy and not destroy. We must all do our part
to spread God's love and keep peace in our hearts.

Help each other along the way and never forget to pray. Let's not forget that
God is the best and he want everyone to help spread his love, peace, and joy
around the world.


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Gold Star

Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always 
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night

I wake up fighting a
constant battle,
I feel like I am in a circus
having to jump through hoops
my parents hold
to earn their admiration and 
approval

Earning their gold star
for the day
I was a rebel since day one
not trying to conform
dancing to the beat of a 
different drummer

Wishing to be accepted 
for who I want to be
and how I seek to spend my hours
nothing I ever do, seems to be good
enough

They talk about "emotional deposits"
i.e. spending time with them
but they spend too much time
picking and proving
reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions
they push me away, each day
'further and further I go
as soon as I make enough money
I'm gone

They act as if my artistic mind 
couldn't make money
like my dreams are distant relatives
of which I will never meet
but I strive to prove them wrong

Its bad enough being
one person versus the world
but when the army you fight
is led by your family, your blood
it's twice as hard to get up
in the morning, when the suns
rays dance on my closed
eyelids 

I try my best to be the kind
of person I want to be
despite their efforts to kill off
my individualistic soul
I have given up trying
to belong to which I 
was born unto
I'm simply playing the game

Hoping to win, one day
the chance to be myself
as I feel emulates me,
and regardless
have a proud
Mommy and Daddy
I do pray, I shall be
 free to be 
Heather Rose Marie


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Dear Lord Almighty

Dear Lord Almighty,                

                This may or may not be a strange request
	Father, who aren't in,( Heaven )
	Master of the universe
	God of all, Gods
	My question to you, is
	May I die in my sleep
	For, in peace
	Is the way, I want to go
	Because, Dear Lord
	My only , Father
	I have suffer so much in life
	I've cried many raindrops
	I've went threw many hot and cold flashes
	I've seen my life, before my own hands
	I've seen so much blood
	Fill the sky
	So, as I lay my head down
	Can you, think of my request
	May, I die in my sleep
	For, in peace	


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I love you more

What can I render to the Lord for all His gifts to me
His love
His Grace 
His forgiveness
His sacrifice
His faithfulness
His Joy
He who took MY SINS
His abounding Mercy
His fathomless love
His total commitment to my salvation
To my wholeness
To my welfare
To my emotional stability
To giving me eternal life
He gave a pure white robe to cover me with HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS

Because of Jesus-I now know Him as an adoring Father. 
A Brother who will always walk so close I feel His presence and who always watches over me.
A mother whose words and affections surround me daily with care like a Mother hen
Proverbs:1:8

What can I render to the Lord who took my pain
Who in His own body was wounded and bore the sorrows and my grief I was to going through and the mistakes and the sin ready at every moment to try and trick me out through my life-time- 
He sent His WORD- His LIGHT to enlighten my darkness and show me clearly the road I should take-(Proverbs: chapters 1to 9)

Yes YOU were always ready to defend me, a helpless orphan- for without YOU as my Dad and as my mother- I was abandoned to this world-
But Now I can cry with all my heart- ABBA FATHER I love you - But YOU say
          
               I 
     LOVE  Y  MORE 
              O
              U 

What can I render to the LORD- MY God- whose precious pure blood was spilt to bear the sins of all our humanity- I will take ‘the cup’ of Your salvation and honor your name with my life- For only your pure blood is worthy to pay for all sin-I will confess your name before the world for which you died to save -and I will call upon your HOLY name - for your name alone is WORTHY- JESUS.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th  January 2012 


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DESCRIBING DADDY

My daddy is a big hotty
With energetic strong body
Mashallah! Sometimes bit naughty
Even more awesome witty

We talked and chat a few
In a website I found and choose
He said he is tall
Yet for me his height bit small

He said I'm his baby
I don't mind as his my daddy
He as sweet as any candy
His looks likes a dandy

Been a year we share
Of anything we talk dare
Though, events seems unfair
Really, to him I care

Twix that's his chocolate
I bought and tried to ate
With sweet caramel inside
With him he sets me a side

To when, I can see him real
That, I can't know and feel
All I know we made a deal
That, Insha'Allah we meet heel to heel

By: olive_eloi
11:07am
12/04/2013

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NOTE: INsha'allah -  God's willing


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Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



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Children make Life

Little cute buds
Playing, sitting, eating & sleeping
Children make life

Smiles to tears
They show all emotion in life
Children make life

Growing little everyday
They crawl, walk run to embrace world
Children make life

Innocent at heart
Simple joys they cherish live every moment
Children make life

Dear to every heart
They conquer anger with a sheepy smiles
Children make life

Learning and mimicking
They catch every world and act you do
Children make life

Source of joy
They bound the bonds of humanity 
Children make life

Daughters are blessing
Bringin prosperity to fathers and society
Children make life

Sons are strength
Mothers see their pride in them
Children make life

Son or daughter 
Let the joy bloom in every garden
Children make life

7/5/12


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Dead On My Own, Alive In Him

Faith is not failing me,
I am failing Him.
Why do I refuse to accept His grace?
Why would I rather live my life on my own
When He is extending a helping a hand?
I am depressed,
Dead on my own,
But I am alive in Him!
I give my life to Him for real;
I give Him my all,
And now I'm alive
Because He gives me life!


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The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.


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That night

Tonight was supposed to be one of the biggest nights of my life.
Happy to entertain my fans.
I just got the worst phone call of all.
My father died.
I didn't think I can get on stage like this tonight.
Was tryn so hard to hold back these tears.
I thought maybe I'll cancel tonight.
I didn't want to let my fans down.
They been lookin foward to seeing me.
"You got 5 mins to show time" the lady says.
I close my eyes and pray.
"Lord Jesus,I need you tonight. 
I need your help.
I cant do this by myself."

Walked out on stage to sing my song.
Tryn my best to hold back my tears  and be strong.
As I was performing, I see my friend looking concerned.
He can tell somthing was wrong.
When I finished singing, I didn't even want to talk to anybody.Not even the show 
host.
I just had to go.

I went to the back and cried.  I didn't even tell my dady I love him before he died.
I didn't get the chance.
I decided I'd write a song about him to my fans.
Always tell the most impotant people in your life, you love them
especaily your mom and dad
cause the next time you talk to them may be you're last.


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About My Father - Albin - Who has passed away - So proud of you Dad - Greatest Labor Leader Ever

The following is about my beloved father Albin J. Gruhn who passed away at the age of 94 years young. I Love You Dad and I am missing you so much! Robert

When Albin Gruhn got his card from the loggers union in 1934 after starting work for a Humboldt County lumber company, he never suspected that he was beginning what would become a lifelong career in California's labor movement. He went straight from high school to the lumber mills of Hammond Lumber Co. in Samoa and became a member of the Lumber and Sawmill Workers Union. A year later, in 1935, Mr. Gruhn was swept up in a bloody strike over poor working conditions that resulted in the deaths of three union workers.
He spent 36 years as President of the California Labor Federation, AFL-CIO, helping build the organization into a political and social powerhouse in the state. 
"Few can match Al Gruhn's devotion to working men and women," said Art Pulaski, labor federation's executive secretary-treasurer. "Driven by his passion for justice in the workplace, Al's career has been an inspiration for all of us. He never backed down from a fight."
He was blacklisted by the lumber companies and joined the Laborers' Union, becoming secretary of the Eureka Federated Trades and Labor Council at the age of 22. In 1940, he was elected district vice president of the state labor federation and took over as the organization's President in 1960. He held that job until his retirement in 1996.
 In 1972 he became a founding officer, and ultimately president emeritus, of the Consumer Federation of California.
"Al was a great pioneer of the consumer movement in California," said Jim Gordon, the federation's president. "Al Gruhn always had the interests of consumers and working people in his heart. He built bridges between the consumer movement and our allies in organized labor and in the community."
Mr. Gruhn served on a number of state and local commissions, accepting appointments from Govs. Earl Warren, Goodwin Knight, Edmund G. "Pat" Brown, George Deukmejian and Jerry Brown. He was a member from 1964 to 1971 of the California Constitution Revision Commission.
"The union movement was the cause of his life," 
Mr. Gruhn's son Robert said when his father retired at age 81, speakers at his retirement dinner included the Rev. Jesse Jackson, then-Lt. Gov. Gray Davis and current U.S. Secretary of Labor, Hilda Solis, who called Mr. Gruhn her "godfather" for his career advice.

Read more about my Dad at "Google Search"

   



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My Father

He's dying now
Cancer eating away his stomach
Kidneys failing and the Chemo
taking it's time with everything
else    taking it's sweet time
My five year old daughter asks me:
"Daddy! Where's grandpa?"
and i feel the tears pushing
into my face before i answer:
"He's working, Baby. 
He'll be home later." Then i go 
to the bathroom
lock the door
sit on the floor and push my face
into my palms... My father is dying
and i can't do a damned thing
i can't take his place
i can't sleep
eat
enjoy my wife
I can't find peace in poetry
He looks at me he can't talk because
there's a hose in his mouth
trying to help him breath
and through his eyes
i can see he loves me
i can touch his hand
hug him    kiss his forehead
but the one thing i wish   what i pray
for     i have no power over
i can't save his life
i don't have enough hope
GOD DAMNED ME!!!!!
I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH
HOPE.


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The Evil Elixir

He's up in the morning at 7 a.m.
Black coffee and paper. Toast and jam
His hair is perfection. His tie is secure
He's ready to take on the day

From home to the office, a 90 minute trip
Dumbass drivers and cell phone quips
Thoughts for the job that race through his head
To help earn himself better pay

A tiger by nine, he's doing just fine
Then noon brings a lunch that's followed by wine
From one until five he then starts to morph
When it's off to the bar for some more

A couple of shots with a beer back to boot
Three hours later he's got a full snoot
An illegal drive from the bar to his home
Now he can really tie one on

The morning sun shines on the man he should be
The evening brings a change by degree
The evil elixir turns man to a monster
With all sense of sanity gone


Rockman


For the "Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde" contest by Yasmin Khan

7th place winner.


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My Mommy is my Daddy Too

My mommy is my daddy too. She comforts me, she gives me strength, always saying how much she loves me and that my daddy does too...my daddy? My daddy who? Who is my dad, doesn’t he care?
She nurtures, feeds, teaches and disciplines me, tells me life isn’t always fair. Where are you dad, why aren’t you there? 
It’s my birthday, she tells me “baby I’m sure he’ll call”, I sat by the phone it did not ring no not at all. She gives me hugs and wipes my tears....where is my daddy? Why isn’t he here? Only met him once in all these years.
She always tells me "It will be okay", but it’s not you see, because at the end of the day, my mommy is my daddy, it’s always been that way.
I tell my mom I miss my dad, she says “yes baby he misses you too”, really mom? You’re a liar, I don’t believe you, and it’s not true. I tell her I hate her for making you go away, she says “I know you’re angry, but I love you anyway”. She tells me “baby no matter what we still have each other”, I tell her I don’t need her, I need my father, but my father is my mother and I love her.
I love her, for all these years, masked behind her silent heartbroken tears, she never complained nor spoke a harsh word of you, was always...he loves you dear it’s true.
She chased away boys, mending my broken hearts, was at all of my games and encouraged my arts. Sometimes she would stare and say I have your eyes, “he's a real great man” and I used to believe her even though it was all lies.
She would go days without food and work double shifts, skip a bill so I would have Christmas gifts. She always stayed true; my mommy was my daddy too.
I love you the stranger that you are. I know the next time I see you it will probably be your demise; your other children will be there and I will give them a hug, no bitter resentment, just love and no cries. I’ll tell you, I forgive you, thank you and no hard feelings, because my mommy was my daddy.........not you! 
 


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The Simple Truth

All Mighty One
The Beginning and the End
Alfa and Omega

Thy living water spills free in a fountain of forgiveness 
love and light so pure and free
my cornerstone of strength and hope
for you, I fall to my knees

The darling of heaven once crucified 
you have risen in all glory and now you rest within my desperate soul
a predestined beauty of the eternal promise of everlasting life
I call to you in good times of prosperity 
and I ask that you might sustain this life
I cry out to you in times of trial
knowing you will guide and strengthen this weary soul

My precious Jesus, son of God almighty 
I surrender to thee
I praise only you
forge and mold me oh' sweet Father
for I believe
yes
I believe



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Ashes to Ashes

From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 
Exotic, 
Fragile, 
Pure.

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.


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passion and persuation

The Illuminating path's Serenade my Vision, The Blindening Rays of faithful horizon leap into me, Our Memories of togetherness clasp me to the loop of life, still I am lusting to cross-over and meet the Chaismatic-End!! After which,our souls will intertwine and remain in enlightened glory forever! Life had been an autumn full of blossoms, My love lay in my arms in unrequited glory, life was a maze of puzzled quotes, the dooming evil recruited you into its gloomy shadows, and i learn't my first chapter about death. DEATH is a slow poison gushing through time and seeping through seconds, Blistering a thousand souls, abandoning a many infants, sucking away the more needed ones, Thwarting pain and inflicting illicit wounds. BUT losing hope means losing "US" At a jerk,our infancy angel crosses over with warmth, And the hallucinating illuminating paths fade away!! And i realize my quest in this unfarthomable journey, TO LIVE,LOVE AND SUCCEED DEATH!!


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Let the truth be told

Olivia, When I met you were 8 months old
So let the truth be told.

When we me, you were learning to sit up
no bigger than a little pup.

First time I held you, you fell asleep,
Didn't even make a peep.

I remember how I was scared,
Move? I wouldn't dare.

It was a Sunday, I'll never forget that day
Your little smile like a little light ray

Then I saw you on Tuesday too,
That was the first time I called you Chew.

Then we went to Red Robins
and boy did you make a stink.

Me and Mommy were eating dinner
you kept poking me with you little finger.

Mommy gave you a piece of bread,
But don't let it go to your head.

Then you started to choke 
I jumped up and helped in time I hoped.

Mommy sat there with a tear in her eye,
and I told her not to cry.

You were not happy after that boy oh boy,
So I gave you a red M&m Toy.

Then me and mommy talked a little while,
Then I left with a great big smile.

Over the time we grew real close
even know you weren't mine yet I still started to boast.

Then you started walking,
then POOF you were talking.

I remember you walking that day
You said "Da Da" Man I didn't know what to say

You took everybody off guard,
I hit the floor really hard.

I looked at mommy and she had Grin
I gave you a kiss right on the chin.

Picked you up and spun you around,
Till we both fell to the ground.

I told mommy that I would keep safe
I kept you both in a sacred place.

And when I said I love you,
You said I love you tooooooooo.

So these cherished moments I will hold
So let the truth be told.

You will have the secret of success
because you put us all to the test.

I remember the first time i changed your diaper
Man were you Hyper.

I put the diaper on my head
"Well done is what Mommy" said

I loved to tuck you in at night
Made sure the nite light wasn't to bright.

I watched you grow up thru the years,
I cried a lot of tears.

I can see you in your little dress
Saying " Daddy your the best "

After saying all this 
I gave your picture a kiss

I will always be here for you
and to kiss your boo boo.

So these cherished moments I will hold
So let the truth be told.

Mommy took you away from me,
She said " this is how it was going to be "

Please don't worry it's not your fault
Mommy and I lives came to a halt

I'm not going to tell you to forget about me
I just hope someday you will see.


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Portrait of a Sad Man

A lame wolf, weathered by neglect and time
Howling questions, pelted like throwing stones
Melting away like mountain snow
Abandoned by people wearing laughter on their skin
Monstrous faces masked with smiles false
Wondering at his mistakes, a life lost
He drip drop drips deep into the ground




For my father, who can at times be a sad man.

Chynna Bear
A Short Poem, Please


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Treasure House

Your treasure house oh Father is filled with many gem
priceless stones and gold and silver found within men
costly and refined cut to beauty rich and rare
they will form your church founded on Jesus loving care

A peaceful and mild spirit are ones that you seek
those who hunger for righteousness pure in heart and meek
those knowing your instruction their spirits must be filled
who mourn and for your sake like prophets have been killed

The gift you give where holy spirit lives for a creation new
what you mold has been foretold your children character hew
all will abide where you reside your will within a few
they will not falter but to the alter life's sacrifice so true

You have washed them clean and bright
removed their darkness and it's night
they live their lives with your Law in sight
to do your will and please you do delight

Each precious gem it's clarity no inclusion or flaw
must reflect the Light so clear and fulfill all your law
how could one hope to please and God be Loving True
if he hates his brother and what's harmful continue

There is beauty in the Truth the heart can never miss
facets crystal clear and bright the sight cannot resist
God has raised from living stone children of Abraham
from every nation upon the earth with Jesus take their stand

Their life is the Truth to nothing else will submit
for all of mans pleasure himself to benefit
you have formed them from the day they were born
unto the Truth and Love their lives must conform

And you oh Father are their glass of wine
to have been grafted in upon the Vine Divine
you have given the taste upon the bread of Truth
like every child you have fed them from their youth

sources Isaiah 54 Matt. chptr 5 ICor.3:10-15 
Galatians 1:10 IITim 2:19-21 IIPet. 2:4-5
Apocalypse 21:10-27

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


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Blind

So many songs describe how i feel
But you wouldnt have the time to listen to them
To actually figure out what they meant
Or how much they related to me
If i died today i can say the only
Thing you would miss
Is me trying to make you smile
Things have been depressing me for years
All the anger i hold is real
Falling further into soemthing
You wouldnt want me to be
I know if i told you 
You would be confused
You wouldnt know what you did
To make me do what im about to do
I let myself cry to long
That i buried myself alive on the inside
I wish i could shut you out
And let you go away for a long time
I guess its better that i trapped myself in my own way
At one point the chain broke away
And i had my own time
I took an early flight and i made it home
I realized how unfair you were being
Everyone always got more than i did
Got your attention
More than i did
If i played my bass 
Would you hear the anger behind it?
If i let you read my poems
Would you understand why im writing it?
If i told you i thought about doing something bad
Would you try to make everything i hate about you better?
I dont think you understand 
Maybe i should explain more
Or would i bore you?
Probally...
So you know
I wanted a father
But instead i had a dad
To me
It hurt
It still does
And i watched myself die
From hurting so much
Cutting my heart out
On the inside
Im different 
In so many ways
My friends give me more complaments
Then my mother has my whole life
"thats good" isnt what i want from you
I would rather have you really 
Grasping the meaning behind why
I am writing poems
The meaning behind why i draw
Or play the bass
Even if i died i wouldnt think
You would get it
If i did what im going to do
I would have you right where i want you
If you want me back
Your going to have to ask
Nicer than that
Things in my life are different than yours
I see things differently
I love music
And i want you to see that
I talk to you through my music
I talk to you through my poems
I talk to you through my bass guitar
You cant trust me?
I lied to you?
Dont you remember when 
You told me you would give me up
for adoption when i was born?
That hurt more than anything
Yes you kept me
BUt you thought about giving me up
Just like you gave up on me ten years later
This will be the last of me
And i hope you understand now
That you are my problem
That you are the one
I couldnt trust
That you were the one who lied
What else could i hide
When i have been an open 
Book his whole time
and you couldnt see it?


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The Girl

She looked at him with unsullied wide eyes blue 
She’d never loved or would a man so much, so long.

She trusted him. He loved her and he was her world. And she his.
She knew no other man nor men knew her and all was pure, as she was too.

She just knew him, his healing word his gentle kiss his soft  brief touch and all he had
he gave, and all she took and wanted more, for all was safe in those, his guarding arms.

She loved to laugh and he did too in those the days when she felt small 
She thought he was a force at times not man, but just for her and to her all his love he gave.

She shone to him, the life he’d made. Now she gave him love for life, her gift to him
She was his life and would give his for her, should shadow cross their path.

She never thought that he’d do bad or break her trust or worse her heart
She could not know that life is hard or that man is flawed for all his will.

She would know but not today, today or now, tomorrow holds its secret sorrows still for her.
She holds his hand as on they go, the sunshine's bright on wide eyes blue, the girl, her
dad, as one. For now.


Details | Couplet | |

He is {our dearest friend}

He is everything good inside you and I
The alpha and omega the earth and the sky

He forgives our trespass as well as our thoughts
Don't get confused for he can't be bought

He is the planets as well as the stars
I first found him inside prison bars

He is all that has been or could ever be
The sun and the moon the sky and the sea

He is the beauty we see in a flower
He created the universe with all of it's power

He is the teacher who teaches us best
He forgives us our sins and offers us rest

He is the one who offered his Son
To forgive us of things that we have done

For he is love in it's truest form
The comfort inside that makes us feel warm

He gives unto us the right to choose
The ultimate choice of win or lose

When you feel lonely and full of despair
Comfort is waiting in a single prayer

He is the one thing from which we can't hide
For he is the spirit that lives inside

He is the beginning as well as the end
For he truly is "our dearest friend"


Details | Narrative | |

On a Black Day - Death Survives - Series 3

Another boring, Protestant Traditional, Sunday Family Dinner 1:00 pm sharp
This week it’s at Uncle David’s  house in Alford, Mass. I haven’t meant Him
Actually the only Family I met so far “Momma“, Poppa, and Big Sister Brenda 
YOU probably thought I was going to say “Momma, Poppa, and Baby Bear
Went for a walk in the forest“. Sorry I’m reading Goldilocks while I’m trying to Write
Brenda ( B B ) , and I use to wonder why they had to be called Momma and Poppa ?!! 
Pizza for dinner, on a Saturday night ,Baths, pajamas, robes, and slippers out to the car
Alright kids, It’s a 3 hour drive to Uncle Dave’s Let’s play “Grandma’s Suitcase” 
The subject Grandma is infatuated with is her : LOVE of Animals
Harry you start, Grandma went on a vacation , in her suitcase she put an alligator
Brenda, “Grandma went on a vacation, in her suitcase she puts a female Baboon 
“Poppa, it’s your turn, “Grandma went a vacation, in her Suitcase she put a Catamount
I challenge You  Poppa, Mount is Mountain ,not Animal  I brought my dictionary, Read;
The definition of catamount; a mountain lion, Cougar  A feline animal born in nature
Harry your out of the game; “Momma” Your turn “ Grandma put in her suitcase The Devil”


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Slow Down the Clock

When we get old with arthritis in our bones we make thoughtful decisions about the use of our time. We can amuse our grandchildren while our children inhabit their jobs. We can volunteer to help others like a wolf that knows how to hunt. We can do something creative with our hours and work toward an outcome that warms people’s hearts.

We have options about what to do with our days. We can sit alone in our homes like the last drop of water left on a rock, or we can behave like practiced magicians who can slow down the clock with the snap of two fingers and live like an elder who is not afraid of the dark and be more inclined help our family and friends as they voyage down the highway of time. 
 


Details | Verse | |

Only Through Him



Ravaged, but, not torn immersed in subtle light I ride the torrent reality of the world's deceitful guise In moments lost and hopeless lamenting flesh and life a small voice still comes calling to rise above the strife Retreating within my silence I light a flame of truth unfurling the sacred paper enrapturing psalms of birth Within a calm surrender where clarity fills my sight He delicately lays a promise on my spirit with love divine


Details | Rhyme | |

A Father's Sorrow

In the morning of the night
I looked to the light to find what was right
but all I found was left 
being deft in the night.  

I was not contrite with this inner fight
as I lied attempting to sleep but was slight.  
The night’s fight was ripe with spite 
as I was lost in the middle of my left and right.

Lines of site are veiled with obligatory inquiries
of yin or yang or black or white. 

Should I disinvite the blight within to settle
the fight of left and right? Or make haste of left
even though it’s not right.
 
But the left was and is deft and is pulling the weight tonight.
The right is though, right…
but should I be left?
 
I have to be forthright as a knight by being right
but being left I am bereft in my plight. 
Even now I write to find my right but can’t change the left. 
Having left….could I ever be right?


Details | Ballad | |

Powder Monkey

The noose is a nightmare for any seafaring man
Especially those who thrive the best they can

Danger lurks on the waves like a mugger in the shadows
The only concern is the prize and the gallows

For the young pressed into service have two labors
Cabin boy or powder monkey are their favors

A fair share for those who survived
Though not to many lived to enjoy the ride

Mostly master gunners would employ the young ones
For the task of loader and powder runs

A grizzly sight to any mother of today
Blood spattered, powder covered, limbs severed portray 

I dare say I met one intact and conscious 
He was rude and quite audacious 

No name had he just an X above the knee
His mark given by Captain of the Breeze

A sloop of war in Caribbean was this
Massacred whole crews drunk as piss

The boys attitude so moved my heart
That I had to set him free from his part

Before I saw him he was the only one left to be hanged
Port Royals mob clawed and fanged 

I set to watch when I saw how young he was
I had to do something for his cause

I bid the court give me custody immediately 
They awaited the response from the Admiralty

The response was yes almost to late
For the executioner just removed the safety plank

He kicked and cried for a moment then released
With the knife of the kings lease

A bruise found its way around his neck as a reminder
For a life against the grinder

I sailed him back to London to learn a trade 
And go to school for a decade

I later named him after my name kidd
Later to be known as William Kidd


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Dizain | |

Fragile Eggs


Earth is fertile, eggs hatch, tender babes cry; Spring of rebirth from soil to sky. Lonely mothers reminded of tearful goodbyes. Baby birds fly from empty nests to see, body, soul, and spirit, life's trinity. Through passage from life to death, we each share breath of time, a fragile life, born of eggs. Beginnings - youth nurtured by mother, fair and father sky. Rising, our shells are dregs. Held in prayer, the Father hears mothers' begs. June 10, 2012 For Eggs Contest by Black Eyed Susan


Details | Lyric | |

Think What I Think

Somedays I wish I didnt
Think what I think,
These patterns of thought,
Have me in the sink,
Then bring me to the top,
To put me back in my seat

Somedays I wish I didnt
Believe what I believe,
So I could,
Give into my passion to please,
Dive into my sinful desires,
and have control of my destiny

Everyday, I come to realize at night
With my eyes wide,
That my flesh I dont have to Fight,
Because Christ runs my life,
And he takes the boulders off my shoulders,
I am the gun and he is the holder,
I am the clay and he is the molder,
And his grace is sweeter every moment I grow older


Details | Rhyme | |

I Come From Southern Fire

I come from nothing.
But all this pain
I come from tears
That fall like rain
 
I come from hours
Lost crying in corners
I come from times
We cried like mourners.
 
I come from a Father
That I wanted to please
I come from disappointment
That ended in “STOP! PLEASE!”
 
I come from the crashing
Of our heads being knocked
I come from the blows
I couldn't have blocked.
 
I come from two pups
Who were never let outside
I come from the ghosts
Of all the tears I've cried.
 
I come from the pain
Of a Mom who just watched
I come from the skin
On which bruises were blotched.
 
I come from the scars
That burn on my soul.
I come from the demons
And the dreams that they stole.
 
I come from the Father
I wish that I'd had
I come from the monster
And the screams of “Too bad!”
 
I come from the man
I wished gave a damn.
I come from the emptiness
That is who I am.
 
I come from the life
I've survived my way through.
And I come from a place
That you never knew.


Details | Lyric | |

My Dad Another 24th


Days go past us, as do winds of season,
But never the days and years
That get stuck in some ear and age,
That engulf us like mirages in a desert.

One such mirage in my life is of my Dad,
Always before me, waiting for me;
Yet I never reach in time to be near;
So near to me, yet so far away.

Never did he forsake me, in life,
Never for moment, never for a day;
Always beside me in my hours of need —
A dear friend, a true companion, a great dad.

He suggested the best books to me,
But never pushed them into my hands;
A mere suggestion about the inputs —
The next thing I know, I have my hands full.

He sang tunes soothing, melodious,
But never forced me to listen to any songs;
A mere suggestion about the notes —
My passion for music was born!

His acquaintances, colleagues, all friends;
Value of friends in life is priceless;
A friend is a cool morning breeze,
Surround life with friends, my list’s endless.

Never fear life’s rollercoaster ride;
No problem is without a solution:
Life is too short to fret and fear;
And so, I tried, yet fear engulfed me.

He came back into my life in many forms,
Beating death; guided me with many a face:
As friends, notes of music, verses from books —
He never left me and my life, my Dad.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus We Ask for Your Protection

Jesus… We Ask For Your Protection! Jesus… We ask for your protection upon our home. May our family sing praises around your throne! May you be honored in the things we say and do! May our hearts be as an expression of YOU! We pray that your blessings will be received! May your spirit of loving, be what’s achieved! We pray that we’ll strive for a Godly way of living! And walk before you, in a spirit of thanksgiving! We pray that our vows to one another will be ”reinforced!” Help us to stay strong, and not drift “off course.” May your peace be what binds us together! Allowing you to be our lord… Now and forever! Please bind our hearts together as one! May your words guide our daughters and sons! We thank and bless you! And praise your holy name! An abundant life with you, may we seek to obtain. You are and will always be the Lord for us! We give you our love, and all of our trust! You give us everything we have ever needed! With you, our home has been completed! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Senryu | |

The Vital Holy Day

Getting ready for
Passover to shed us might
For joyous future

The significance 
Of God’s holiday is way
More vital than us 


Details | Rhyme | |

Tick-Tock

Forgotten like a book of romanticized rhyme,
The past is gone, but a moment in time.
The heart akin to ticking grandfather clock,
The stroke of midnight chimes with a shock.


Winding down with an antique chime,
Reminding us all we are out of time.
Could I have done more with my life?
Or just destine to be a lover, mother and wife?


Will my demise make a ripple in time?
or abandoned like romanticized rhyme.
The clock is winding down, slowly halting,
Unconfessions guilt evermore revolting.


Time and again I seek wisdom and light,
Forgiveness comes arduous with hindsight.
The grandfather chimes with an enfeebled din,
Inviting death with his patient, skeletal grin.


Holding the key that sustains the clock.
Standing outside, poised to knock.
Keeping vigil to fading heart-beats,
Ever so gradually the ticking retreats.


Like the grandfather clock slowly winding down,
The sound of silence so damned profound.
With my demise will mourning be shown?
A reticent clock assures me, we all die alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

sport now a days

(orignal date: 2/15/11)
This is my momemet of clarity, 
pulp fiction no ly, 
just look the man in the mirror and as why, 

it is the education rules or rules on sport so where is my chair of sure lucky 
nest at flat feet at my success of my school degree of sucess, 

they say the groupiees are at the door before you reach the age of 18, 
so in vision my dream, 
late for class, 
 in the teacher eyes he's first to be sit it, 

over and over regulation, 
 but who is you valdation the best left hand pitcher or kid with the highest iq, 
words to truth life by, 
life by the america education system is going truely die fast like the lip 
syncing of nsync, 
or what  band was that, (ban)     

ratical achievment, hand held glory, bold state meets, 
word to digestion in fact  i would take back it in fact i hope it inhance me in 
fact i sit down giving the facts

why is that average player that is deserving of scholarship isnt even look at 
twice but in fact the guy that make all the shot lingerie
 to the fact can't even learn the bases, 
bases which include square to the root the bases being give outstand 
interview and the bases is getting truth scholar the excess to a worth school 


Lost life in gamble, 
 and dropp out college by second semseter 
i say to the world it lot more kids that gift not talent that didnt pursue that 
dream

What is our duty to stand by, 
 who is the role model, 
the father or the athlete or insteady of a
 father not a dad who eyes swallows to see the act of patrism reinstill and left 
out mention words of constiution and more out reach skretting, 

if iam to live by those words i just wont died but those rules but for me 
my roots speak for it self

I speak out for legend that star game with one  'Fist to Sky'
know how they fight for segeration and ask how can they forget where they 
came from

and ask who the true true american hero  to that of a child that role model! !

i say the role model ofhis age are the college star that turn pro that spoken
on behalf of a nation, on the rightfulness of a equal salary and fair profit of 
sale 
for future pros,

this poem is for you even thought it was written a year or two before the 
intermedation.

but if it wasnt for the pros that got the education would they 
had won the lock out that effect generation to come?

I rest my case...


Details | Haiku | |

Bells and Cries

A lovely lady;
Growing inside, a new life.
A man in a tux.

Another bell rings now.
Final grades, balanced college offers,
Off to another adventure.

Damp ground, headstones.
Growing inside, a new life,
Done with their adventures.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Free verse | |

''Afraid To Love''

Reach for my hand.
Distance between I can't understand?
Whisper words of wisdom.
Thus not to shove away.
Still waiting on your reason,you would never say....
''I am what is left''...Love only what I am.
Father for his daughter.
Can you do this please?
No need to run,no need to freeze.
Love me as I deserve.
Daddys' little girl.
Make me your world.
Eyes of my own.
You are all I have ever known.










Details | Acrostic | |

You Snooze You Loose

<                                        Artist searching for a muse
                                          Creativity is the key
                                          Recant those memories 
                                          Open your heart and soul
                                          Start spreading the news
                                          There's poetry to be found
                                          Inside each and everyone of us
                                          Can't you hear the music

                                          To the beaten drum
                                          Whistle while you work
                                          Or you'll snooze and lose




Entry For
Jared Pickett's Contest
Acrostic 2
G.L. All


Details | Clerihew | |

Quite A Tumble

The Apostle Paul
fell from a horse as Saul
the voice of Jesus overtook
the rest of the story can be found in "The Book"




_____________
    CONTEST


Details | Free verse | |

Serpent of Corruption

Worthy of love, unbreakable togetherness, and lasting compassion would have been instilled
strongly in the vessel of thirsting heart and unstable mind of a child.

But, why soup of hatred, a platter of pale love and a bowl of spoiled unloving thoughts
are laid in the niche of the child’s sprouting character?

Family ties were untied by a father who neglected his pure actions and encouraging words
and translated into unspoken greediness and unnoticed carelessness of expressed thoughts
that form the growing character of his son.

The family bonding is disbanded by a mother who works in the scope of her comfort where
eyes and mouth are only the weapons of her love and care for her curious daughter and for
her wandering son.

A father who offers a well of gold and silver, a mother who clothes sparkling dress of
worldly wealth to her offspring!

Their children have worn ever the brightest smile but not for a while,
The pleasures of their tongue were satisfied but not their hearts.

Corruption begins at home.
It creeps to the nerves of the heart of your son.
It envelops the innocent soul of your daughter.

For every dishonest  word that is pronounced by the indifferent father,
For every unchecked actions that mother has imposed,
Are a sure lifetime shaper to the values and character of the children.

Family brings serpents of corruption in every corner of the home.
It blows very hard like a destructive wind of the storm.
It is like a starving lion that preys on the flesh of good virtues and leaves nothing but
dead soul!

Father, Mother, May I appeal to your deepest conscience and understanding!
May you be vigilant and be watchful of your actions and your ways of life!
Your most beloved children are at stake in the breaking and making of their character!


Details | Monoku | |

How Soon We Forget

___ To remember to pray, and pray to remember.. ___ Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

The First Day Of Winter

Walking down these old familier streets; paths..
On such a Beautiful day, this first day of Winter; clear as serene
Gentle, with His cool subtle breeze ? After the rains, they have all gone away
White floating clouds, scattered amid her sky; blue the sunshine, piercing through 
Infant trees, Radiant, Enchanting as crowns of Light; down Echo Avenue we stroll
Once again of course; Annie, life, Splendour, more ? Near the corner be Elizabeth
I suddenly stop and turn; looking back towards Belmont reaching, trying to touch
What once was mine ? The whistle of a train begins to sound amid the distance
Within that moment, this moment, for an instant, I feel Divinity's rush; Wonderful's 
Love, flowing upon my heart ? Turning back around I then look ahead, and it hits me....
It hits me; how very Majestic, as truly Amazing, Life; with all it's seasons it's years, because
Of others, because of "God;" because of Hope ? How Perfect, Indiscribable,`His Beauty's Gift.  
 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Hand Poem

Hands…
My father’s hands are very twisted
They’re strong and built with lots of muscles
They’ve helped me learn
So many things as I have grown

In my life
They have helped me learn
How to ride a bike
They’ve helped me defend myself when needed
And I have come to realize
That without his hands to guide me
Through this world
I would not make it

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill
This was written by my daughter when she was nine.
One of the many reasons it’s great to be a parent :)


Details | I do not know? | |

letter to my unborn child

This is a letter to my unborn child . .
My Pride & joy, the love of my life, my reason to live.. we shall meet, & when we meet, there will be no wall, no river, no obstacle to come between us.. Your smile? One a man would kill for.. Your Voice? Music to my ears.. Your Presence ? My Blessing.. Youll never know what it feels like to be betrayed by your own father.. & even if you do grow up in a single-parent home you'll never want nor need for anything.. We'll talk & laugh like bestfriends, hangout like siblings, respect eachother like co-workers, & I know there'll be times when we disagree & argue like worst enemies.. but through the sunshine, as well as the rain, mom will be there though trials, tribulations, & pain.. You'll know me like the back of your hand, & i'll know you like the palm of mine.. you'll be book smart and street smart & if i can help it, you'll use the book smarts to better yourself in life,& the streets smarts to overcome the battles you encounter on your journey through life.. that "C Word" . . NOT Carpa Tunnel.. No, Not Cancer.. but "Can't" will NOT be in your vocabulary.. & "I Give Up" is an error in your mind.. I'll teach you everything I know plus some.. You'll be the kid on the block who falls in love with daddy.. therefore, your favorite words will be "I'm Gonna marry daddy when I'm old enough", only til you're disappointed with the reality that its impossible.. You'll hug mommy everytime she's in sight.. you'll be the change this world seeks.. a new spitting   image of me(: , but until you arrive; baby boy, or baby girl.. i'm gonna keep this dream alive.. I'll live for you & for me.. cause when you step foot on this earth, this is how you should be.. to my pride & joy, the love of my life, & my reason to live<3


Details | Epic | |

Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr

His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his college
And joined the Army Air Corps
He learned to be a pilot
And then he went to war
He was not a fighter pilot
He didn’t fly a jet
He piloted the transports
The biggest you could get
He was flying in the South Seas
When he met an Army nurse
Then something clicked inside him
It was love right from the first
They had to wait the war out
Till the Army nurse went home
They married in her hometown
Then the Air Corps made them roam
In October then of forty-six
They had themselves a daughter
In the Panama Canal Zone
Then he’s flying off over water
Then they lived in Puerto Rico
Where they had themselves a son
September then of forty-eight
They were proud of what they’d done
When they moved to Massachusetts
Johnny’s hometown state
He transferred to the Reserves
Still flying that airfreight
They had another daughter
January – Nineteen-fifty
They were settled into a quiet life
Till Korea got too shifty
Johnny said “I am a pilot
And I was born to fly
I’m going back to full time service
I belong up in the sky”
So he’s back up in his transports
In missions he did live
He said “I’ll do what I must do
And I’ll give all I can give”
In July of nineteen-fifty-one
Another daughter’s born
Then Johnny’s off and flying
His heartstrings all but torn
Then October of that same year
On a quiet home bound flight
Out among the Azores
His plane dropped out of sight
No activity in the area
No SOS last call
He said “I see the Azores”
That was it – that’s all
Despite a massive air search
The biggest one to date
Not a piece of plane or personnel
Nothing known yet of their fate
They searched the sea for weeks and weeks
The airwaves – this and that
He left behind a loving wife
Four kids, a dog, a cat.


Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr. USAF (1918-1951)
It was 60 years ago this October that we lost our Dad.  We never really got to know him but miss him just the same.

Mdailey	10/15/11


Details | I do not know? | |

-Sunlight, Moonlight, Listen To Your Daughters Calls-

Fogive me Mother, I have not forgotten your grace,
That saved me with your celestial light from the dark,
I still stand ready to walk one day in your place,
Still ready for the training I will need before this path I embark,
The rain still decends and with the worlds tears, it cleanses my soul,
I pray for it to come, chant to you my song, and wonder why it will not fall,
The earth still shares with me, and I learn from all that it knows,
If only dearest Goddess you would listen to my calls,
Dearest mother, after which I am named, do not take from me your gifts,
The war readys near and you have not time enough, to find a new leader for us,
I still walk your path as your namesake, Ma'mam I swear, I have not forgotten this,
Without your guidence I am lost and in distress,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Mother that I bless...

Forgive me my father, I have not forgotten your warmth,
That gave me life, through your brilliant light, 
And saved me from the dead, cold dark,
I still stand ready, as your child warrior of white,
The wind still whispers to me ancient tales,
I pray for the dreams and yet I cannot tell why they wont retain,
The fire still burns bright within the sky, and I follow its ember trails,
Dearest God, without your guidence I will fall in pain,
Oh Father, do not steal your visions from me,
Without them I cannot see, and my Guides and I cannot talk and agree,
We send to thee, oh Father, an offering of sweet petal potpourri,
Do not revoke me for I am one of those chosen three,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Father, and I shall act as your emcee...


Details | Lyric | |

Junkie

you know its wrong 
but you do it to overpower the pain
not strong enough to stay away from it
you would die without it
in its presence your heart knows no shame
even if you try to win the fight
your heart will overrule your mind
Theres nothing you can do
its chained to you
you cant get free
look what this drug did to you


Details | I do not know? | |

A fathers love

18 April 08 12:19 pm

A fathers love

From 1 second to 60

From 1 minuet to 90

From 1 hour to 24

From 1 day to7

From 1 week to 4

From 1 month to 12

From 1 year to forever


Details | I do not know? | |

PS He is Everywhere

Our God is a god of love
He does not persecute, punish, or hate
He loves all
For all he created with love
We are all equal heirs to His kingdom
All that he asks of us
Is to let Him come in 
and 
Warm up our hearts
To the love that is Him

Is it so much to ask that we have faith in him

He knows our hearts from before time began
He knows our wants
but
like a good Father does not always give in
He knows our need and gladly helps out
Just because he does not always answer
It does not mean he does not care.

Amen


Details | Free verse | |

I wanted you to leave now your never coming back

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


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Dear Abby

DEAR ABBY:

I’d never considered killing myself,
Until I backed over my little boy.
I know I should think about mental help;
I break down when I see his untouched toys,
His baby pictures, note the absent noise.
Only three, he had hardly lived at all.
His life cut short, like a sudden dropped call.
Resentment’s an anvil in my wife’s eyes -
“Why weren’t you careful? It’s all your fault!”
The guilt’s SO Heavy…should I end my life?

                                             ----Sonless


Received 3rd place in "diazin" contest
Received 8th place in "Dilemna" contest


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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Regrets

How can such joy we shared turn to sorrow?
How can the promise of our vows be stilled?
One day happy, then divorced tomorrow.

As I look back on years we spent as one
I recall how you always made me laugh.
It’s so sad we no longer share that fun.

Though we were surely blessed to share two births
Whose raising up would be a joy to me,
To see their little faces filled with mirth.

You missed those years in choices that you made.
I understand as illness grips your heart
You think of those regrets that must be paid.

For your only son wants no part of you.
His tiny baby you will never know---
He’ll know his step-grandpa whose love is true.

Please look back and remember your great thirst
For always getting what you wanted and
Your desire of putting yourself first.

What you give out will come right back to you.
A valued lesson you have yet to learn.
You need to learn it fast, years left are few.

I truly wish you well upon this quest.
Seek this helpful knowledge within yourself.
Ask the angels to help you give your best.

These truths may cut you like the sharpest knife,
But with God’s help that dwells inside of you---
You may still change to live a happy life.


Note: For my Ex-husband whose children don't want anything to do with him. He just 
had a heart attack and will soon have an operation on his heart. Our daughter drove 
him home because he had no-one else to help him. Our son still doesn't care.



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Lost Son

I awaited patiently for months just to hold you in my arms,
You awoke the real man within as your birth was it's alarm.
You stared as I stared back even though you could barely see,
But I saw right then what a blessing you were going to turn out to be.

I was forced out your life but that didn't stop my thoughts of you,
I lived everyday wondering if you could ever miss me too.
You're too young to keep the memories and the evidence is quite clear,
One years old I finally catch you and that cold stare was hard to bare.

Everyone says I'm trippen cause you're not really mine but my response was who else was there?
There for you, and your mom is something a real man did with care.
What I wanted you to know is that you revived a part of me not many people knew,
But that part stayed with you and I pray that very essence is something that carries with you.

One day you'll have your own life and there's something important you must keep with you,
No matter who it is don't let no one make you doubt yourself, be true to you and remember
that you are beautiful.
I named you...I claimed you...I was willing to do what another man couldn't,
You were my sun...you are my son...I felt a love that I thought I shouldn't.

You will never go wrong if you keep your influence under God.
Amari---miracle from God.


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Padre

                                               He engraved her silhouette
                                                        Into his memory
                                                             Baby Girl
                                                     Grasped her tightly
                                        Hands on her shoulder blades
                                                      To feel her wings


                                                         And he let go.


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Tear

a tear falls away
in triumph and tragedy-  
life's lessons revealed.....

streaming down my face 
a crystal tear, unknowing.....
I wait for my Lord.....




    
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       Contest
"Pesonify A Tear"
Poet~ Rick Parise


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What Happened

What Happened

Life is all about corruption, deception, and havoc, which now is often mistaken for blood shot, lying in the streets of the innocent, why does this have to be? what happened to the peace, unity, love and care, we all shared, when god created this land, don't we as his apostles, have the right to stand fight, against evil, not cause it...


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Daddy's Little Girl

Ballerina’d beauty…
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify her lime light see she… was a dancer. &no I’m not talking about ya everyday tutu wearing mannequin. This one was special. The music was a part of her, she found a rhythm in every void and a tune in all speeches, it could only, flow thru her mind like water through the globe, more than she runs through my thoughts, like the way those greens slips of sustenance fell to the ground as she worked her pole. 
Tragic ending to the perfect fairytale. 
Mommy and Daddy had her dancing at six and in and out of auditions, wishing for her dreams to be realized unlike her own. Praying that her daughter could be somebody important, the next best thing since Broadway, better than Dejan Tubic, another Janelle Ginestra, but daddy had a sweet spot for his youngin. Wanting more for an innocent life and only turned her out of a fantasy. Pushing her on with the hopes only fools in the Ghetto would believe. Graduation day, she crashed hard, spinning back into reality. With no way to pay for her Julliard dream, a fistful of issues, and not a pot to piss in. She was strolling the block one night, and, heard music. Got sucked into the charisma of a strip joint. One second she was on the corner, everything goes black and when she comes to… she’s bare, with enough ones to get a place and put some food in her belly. That night she looked in the mirror… breaking down crying… all the dreams she had, crushed by the nimble fingers of fate. She doesn’t pity herself for long. Her mind’s already made up. “Gotta do this for me…” She rests, and the next day she finds herself back to the club to make more ones and satisfy more customers. It wasn’t the life she chose, but it’s one she’ll never regret, cause always had that sweet spot for her in el Corazon.. and she’ll always be, Daddy’s Little Girl.


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Covenant House Prayer


Lord God,

All people have problems and troubles in the world.
Provide children someone to love and be loved,
Help them have someone to walk with as far as they wish.
Give them wisdom or understanding and knowledge to do what is right and what is wrong.

Help children have strength and courage to face their oppressors who tease and bully them
Those who gather socialize and trade their images
Children who are being rape and abuse
Enlighten people to realize their horrifying acts

Please help children choose the right decisions to the things that happens
Help the children's attitude towards people.
Give them fortitude or strength to hope for their brighter future
Help them reach their teenage years in peace

Give them courage to face their trials,
Perseverance to strive hard to reach their best and be successful
Help them have Patience and Tolerance when dealing with hardships
Comfort them mentally and physically to be calm.

We ask this through Your Son, Fr. Christ
Who lives and reigns with You forever and ever.  

  Amen  


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I Lost, Loving You

I lost,
More than anyone,
I could ever imagine,
Loving you.
That was not anything,
That I actually,
Wanted to do.
I lost,
Money, power, and respect;
All that we want,
And need in life.
I lost,
A chance of being,
A rich, respectful, and powerful;
Man's wife.
I lost,
A job,
That I loved to do,
And to go to.
This is not all,
That I lost,
 Loving you.
I lost,
Friends, family, and support,
Of my community.
I lost,
The ability to love you,
In spite of your faults,
I lost trust of all men.
I lost,
An abundance,
Loving you.
And now that,
I don't anymore.
I ,to this day, 
Secretly win.
One day,
Publicly,
I will say.
That I won,
Back all,
That I had lost,
Because until
This day,
You still have not,
Paid the ultimate cost, 
To be my lover,
Or my boss.


copyright 2012... Nicole S. Brown. All rights 
reserved.


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For our Father, Nelson Madiba Mandela

For our Father, Nelson 'Madiba' Mandela

you are our eternal inspiration

our hopes
our dreams
our conscience

you gave everything of yourself
so that we may live and love and laugh and dream and breathe the air of freedom, dignity and liberty

you lead us through the darkest days with your unshakeable principles and your belief in us

you brought peace and freedom to us

and when at times we felt all was lost

you stayed with us as a father would

you lent us your wisdom
and you chastised us too

and we are here today because of you
you stayed with us, Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela, through all the crests and valleys of our turbulent times

you stayed with us, father
today, we hope and pray and wish
that you, our father Madiba
stay with us still
stay with us, Madiba
stay with us...


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War Crimes

"Leave no man behind"
That was my first blood
I deserted him and left him on that island
Seventeen years later we found each other 
He held no grudge, one he had rights to
But he can't make me loathe myself any less

I left her with a Commander who was insane and cunning
No one knew the true scope until it was too late
Cast aside by the system and my inability... My instability
I may never recover that connection
Not sure I'm of worth

Finally, I found my comrade with one in tow
Even being there every day
I was unavailable, insufficient
And it hurt her in so many ways
Ways that will show in the battles and victories to come

A trial, no need.... Prison, my own warden
I can only hope to witness the coming events passively
I can hope to be invited to join their ranks once again
To be there, even if too late

The world forgets much
I cannot.... Will not.... Must not


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The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


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Why the Rose Always Cries

Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits

He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run

Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared

Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason

Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed

In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam

Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind

Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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I will walk alone

When will I see you next, at times I'm so unclear,
will it be at your funeral? For this is what I fear.

When will I hear your voice and what should I say,
I don't dare ask you Daddy, why you went away...

Should I pretend nothing  happened, or ask why you don't come around,
or do I wait for that dreadful day they place you in the ground?

What will your tombstone read, what will your family say?
they wont speak about me daddy, or how you went away.

They will speak of things that their daddy would say and do,
they will speak of my daddy, one I never knew.

They will speak of a life you lived, one that made them proud,
a life I couldn't see or have because I wasn't allowed.

They will place you in the ground, and I will surly cry.
I'll finally know my daddy, the day that he will die.

I will walk alone, Ill have no one by my side,
with no one ever knowing, that was my daddy who just died.


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God is King

G lory to the heavens door,
O f our angels apostle,
D eticated on the eye's,

I n the sky that;
S hine against earth's,

K ingdom knowing,
I nsperation can only show,
N atures beautified
G eneration of children reborned life.


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American dream

A father of five a husband to one
Family comes first second to none
I strive to be great at whatever I do
I am destine to leave good impressions on you
I have traveled a road bumpy at times
I got through my pain with a few snazzy lines
I have used paper as a counselor for quite a while
I have even masked pain with a slightly fake smile
Inside I feel as though I am misunderstood
I hate feeling bad I want to feel good
But I wake up every day with the same outlook on life
I have my 4 kids and a beautiful wife
She helps me remember why I am alive
My boys give me strength needed to get up and drive
Family has been my biggest accomplishment to date
When it comes to being there for them I am never late
Although at times I struggle to for reasons to live
I continue to look for ways I can give
I have recently met men who would kill to have what I do
I have recently learned there always someone in a worse place than you
I yet continue to struggle and plainly understand
How life becomes all about money and its demand
Without money there is no freedom even in the USA
But yet people jump the borders even as bad as it is today
Our economy holding no punches knocking many families out
Leaving even our government filled with doubt
So why keep striving why stand tall
My wife and kids, I won’t let them fall
I refuse to be a victim of stress and depression
I will keep fighting my way through this recession
Although they say it over it doesn’t appear that way to me
I want to believe the American dream is still possible for me


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Eucharist


Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...

If anyone eats this bread

He will live forever

Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"

Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine

Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union 
with the Lord God.

Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ

It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ

The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.

Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar

He is to be honored with the worship adoration

To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude

Expression of love

Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord


Written 09182012


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A Look

A look is something only you possess, it is different than all the rest.  A look can
be good or bad, it can be one you wish you never had.  A look can be cruel or it
can be so lovingly and kind, looks varies from time to time.  Sometimes when you
are feeling happy and spry, a good look is in your eyes,  Your eyes will be cheery and
bright, why? because you are looking good and feeling alright.

Then There are days when you really do not care, then that's the look of wear and tear.
Also a look can be serious as can be, especially when you are making money.
Then there is the look of sadness and grief, especially wen something bad happens
suddenly.  

The look of love can also be there, especially if you have someone who really do care.
But this is the look we all long for,  the look of love and lots of joy.


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Baby

Baby
Smallest Human
Cooing And Kicking Fun
Parents Favorite Gem of Their Love
Infant


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Why Don't Men Cry

Why don’t men cry, or do they.
Why do they not share feelings?
From onset of childhood, we say.
Be very tough; secure the dealings.

Boys are sissies when they cry.
No shedding tears, it will not fly.
No water works, eyes is dry.
Not even a whimper, or sigh.

Boys are soon to be men
Then definitely not then,
Shows weakness to fall,
No feelings should be seeing.

However, when father sees son,
Upon their birth, a life begun,
Tears show up under the gun.
This is truly always done.

Upon losing one, feelings flow.
Loss of close loved ones do show.
Graduation days, glistened glow,
Weddings of daughter’s hearts know.

Water works upon this day
Just a factual notion; that is said
Humanity will always keep it fed.
Why don’t men cry, or do they.


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My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


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The Perfect Christmas Gift

The perfect gift
Is often a myth
It's clearly out of reach

You're already gone
Never to respawn
But listen to me preach

The best gift of all
Is hearing your call
And having you back with me

It's been too long
I wrote us a song
I wish you were here to see

Christmas is about love
The innocence of a dove
But also family

Grandpa that's you
We all know it's true
I fall right under your tree

You are my gift
That one wish
I'll glance up at the moon

I'll blow you a kiss
It'll never miss
Grandpa I'll see you soon
                                                                -<3










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Letter to the Unborn Son

 I watch you there,
I sit and stare,
As curled inside this sacred womb
You are protected, sheltered, night and noon.
I place my hand so gently
And wonder if you yet know me,
My touch, my voice, are you aware?
Though never met such bonds we share.
Beneath my finger tips you move
And make me wonder, will I prove
To be the man I need to be
For you who hold such faith in me,
Who feel myself, so unprepared
Yet hope my father's steps I'll tread.
With this I contemplate you may,
On some such far off future day,
Find you yourself sat in my place,
These same concerns upon your face,
For as the Father raise the Son,
So from the Son, the Man become.


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Spirit Flight (LOVE)

A simple peace of this fragmented reality of the spirit flight 
now, I lay me down to sleep
a spiritual realm of possibilities inches forward
my third eye of perception wide and receiving 
an unconscious consciousness of God's realm peering inward 
a small piece of life's mystery reveals a brilliant flight    
purple and light green float in a vision beyond comprehension 
I dive in and receive this unimaginable gift
a garden of light and energy suspended free
my spirit heeds the call as I drift 
submersed in a love words cannot express
I drown in light...............




The Spiritual Dream 
A Rambling Poet Contest "A Fragmented Dream"  
By Rick Parise


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I Met This Family What A JOYFUL Experience

I Met This family… What A Joyful Experience! I met this family. What a joyful experience! They displayed Christ’ love by their gracious appearance! At first I couldn’t hardly believe what I was seeing! The love and joy of Christ I was now receiving! They didn’t have much in the way of entertainment. They had God’s peace and a joyous contentment! They were happy about God and also excited. They talked about the good things in life. And were delighted! The simple things in their family did abound! A peace and warmth in their home, I certainly found! A love for God in this home I was able to see! What’s good for them... Is also good for me! A respect for the parents was clear and evident. I knew the Holy Spirit is the “chief resident!” I’m thankful to God for the blessing they’ve been. I’m glad that I know them and to call them friend! May we all be encouraged by our families too! May we not forget to say; “I LOVE YOU!” May the love of Christ keep us all together! May we seek his will today and forever! Thank you lord for your goodness and grace! We welcome you into our dwelling place! By Jim Pemberton


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The gift from A Father to His Sons'

A father is a special person in a young child's life,
He shows Him basically things he needs to make his life full and bright'
Being their for his children in sickness, in social values, and of course good health.
The father realizing that this child is a blessing, a God given wealth.

Not many are good, the Dad's teaching, the morals, are something instilled in him,
It comes naturally, given from his parents, passed down from generations, to give 
morals to his children.
Like myself, I didn't listen, like others, I of course rebelled.
I thought I knew everything, making my life a living hell.

So as a rebellious son, I didn't pay attention to my father,
Running away, trying to find nothing out in the world, this I finally realize and 
gathered.
By not listening to my Father, I became something of a burden and a bad person,
Not all bad, because you see, I re-grouped Through God, I learned a hard lesson.

Well my earthly father is gone now, silently in his grave,
I never told him I loved him a lot, I just wasn't that brave.
I never thanked him for his life's lessons to me.
That was a sin, and I pray that the Lord will forgive this pretty sad human being.

Now I have the Holy Father in me, the Spiritual One, the one we all need.
Through Him I can teach other children, to be better and succeed.
My earthly father did the best he could with this misguided son.
But through his devotion, his life's lessons, I turned to the loving living One.

Our Father is not of this earth and He wants us to pay attention, though sometimes it's called tough love.
We have to learn in a manner that we hard headed children learn, from our real 
Father above.
If my earthly father was here, in the here and now, I'd ask for his forgiveness.
So I say this, thank you earthly father for your love, but the true lesson I learned is 
from Our Father above His True Kindness.

Robert Ball
June 28, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

TO MY PARENTS

You have given me
The most beautiful gift
That I have never expected...
...LIFE
You've offered me love, tender and affection
You've given me all that you posses
You are my two best friend
On this earth
You have direct me through my way
You have brighten up my path
You have rise and fall to raise me up
Despite I was headstrong
But I was polite
When my friend disobediant
Decided to pay me a visit
A little correction was enough
To make it fly away
You've tought me right and wrong
You've help me understand life
You've educate me good value
Send me to school 
To gain a good education
For me to be what I want to be
You've always help me
To reach my target
When I wass weak...
...when I lose hope
You were always there 
To lift me up
...you were always strong and confident
When I wassn't sure
And always a message of hope
When my tears flow down 
On my innocent face
With atender hand
You wipe it off
Your comfort I have never miss
You made me so proud
And I want to return the favour
Tell me is because I've grown up
I have to reject you
NEVER
Instead I will hold you tight
Because without you
I wouldn't be here
You always there
When I needed you
You are really important to me
A precious treasure in the middle
Of my heart
That neither you, him or nobody
Will ever destroy
Without you there is no love
Without you life has no value
I need you everyday
You are the two shoulder I cry on
It's you that understand all my suffering
Joy and sorrow
Despite I was stubborn
But when consequences arrive
I realise... 
...that you were not manipulate me...
...but it wass for my own good
But you that have rejected them
But you that have neglected them
It's not too late to return back towards them
And appologize
A child needs his parents love
And parents should never abondon
Their child 
Thank you for the brillant gift
I owe you my life
That cost more than value of a diamond
Mother...
...you've been through pain
To give me life
Father...
...you were always the responsible man
And you've never leave mum side
During her pain you were by her side
And you've support her
You've cuddle me
Despite I was a pain in the neck
You've never toture me
I am really proud that you are my
Loving parents
I love you so much
I will never be able to finish repay you
For everything you've done and still doing for me
But as long as I'm alive
I will never reject you
Because you are my dynamic parents


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Silver Strands

Silver strands sprinkled his remaining hair
Quick laughter bubbled as smile adorned his face
A worker doing good job with little flair
As the silver strands increased more into master's race
In times of trouble his silver heart was my hiding place
He still adored me when silver touched my hair
Still to him I was daddy's little girl
Deep within my heart I knew how much he did care
My silver haired father my dear priceless pearl
If he was here now I would dance and whirl

Contest: Silver Strands
Sponsor: Susan Burch


Details | Narrative | |

On a Black Day - Death Survives - Series 2

Are you strong, young man? Can you help me keep this Farm going?
Do you fear hard work? Calluses on your fingers and hands “tough Love”
You will be a great man, you follow my directions , People watch You growing
You can have  “ A Real Life “ something to Love; Love from GOD Above 
Dad I appreciate Your taking me in; giving me, shelter through a Stormy Life 
Yes I accept , the rules of Your House; I will be diligent in my chores 
The day starts at 3:45 AM , milk the cows; out to pasture before 5 O’clock
Muck out the stable, feed the chickens, Slop the hogs, breakfast at six
Your tutor will be here  from nine ‘til noon; Have a shower, he’ll be here soon
I( walk to the house, and what do I see; Brenda’s Eyes, Red like fire, a serene Blue
I hear the Pain : “She Screams” I feel the Violations She had to Endure 
Brenda, What’s wrong, I have seen pains of fear, pains of life, pains of Death
Your face shows all, from the mountain top, to the deep Waterfalls Depths 
You are my Older Sister; “I’m concerned : Is that blood on Your Dress??

                                         To be Cont. 




Details | Free verse | |

Random Thoughts

Thinking about tomorrow
You wont be there
Thinking about you
I miss your voice
Thinking about my birthday
The one I don’t want to have without you
Thinking about my friend 
And how we are drifting apart 
Thinking about a bond and how could be broken over a night 
Thinking about how people could simple walk away
Thinking about life
I wish it would end
Thinking about me
I hate so much
Nothing makes sense 
A lesson I learnt in life 
Everyone walks away
Everyone leaves
There’s no such thing 
As I will be their forever
Or true friendship
No such thing as love 
Being close to anyone 
Only brings pain 
Pain to heart
Pain to soul
They either leave
OR god simple choose
To take them away
Thinking about the things I’ve done
And you are not here to see
Thinking about all the days I tried to make you proud
But never really did
Tired of life
Tired of everything
I think it’s time to say my goodbyes
And put my thinking aside


Details | Free verse | |

I just don't understand why

I don't understand why we live a life were the ones we love die young or the wise ones we love die too soon for us to have learned enough from them we walk on the path we choose but it seems there’s always a road block or tough times we have to learn from with the loss of a loved one that’s a family member or a child we have bared along the way to whatever destiny has planned for us at the end of our road I guess it’s god way of telling us he needed them to be our guardian angels instead of them walking with us on our path we have so many unanswered questions an things we don't yet understand I guess when the time comes we will understand the why's we don't yet have answers to an the path we walk will be the rite path in the end I just hope when time comes we will all see the ones we lose on our path an get the why's an questions answered


Details | Sonnet | |

The Call of Father Time & Forever is a Concept

Part 1: The Call of Father Time 

Will no one hear the call of Father Time?
That cruel, sadistic giver and taker away
For matter flows from place to place in time
Then forms in you to give your life away
Now Father Time is calling out in haste
says: "Children of the cosmos, waste me not!"
Yet still we cry: "My life has gone to waste!"
Reminiscing on the times that Time forgot
Though time is standing still for all the lovers
It's moving like an acid trip for most
And approaching like a gallows for the others
While the lovers watching on propose a toast
So Father Time is hanging like a noose
But no one fears the rope when hanging loose

Part 2: Forever is a Concept

Forever is a concept that we lust for
But all that exists in time is here and now
So ask yourself, which one of these you trust more
Then stare at Time's cold eyes and take a bow
For the moment, matter binds together in us
In a moment, it will bind in something new
For Time, it's atoms to atoms and dust to dust
Yet here I sit awaiting something new
"Hurry up Time, I'm waiting" we all say
And Father Time grants every single wish
"Be careful, children of the cosmic fray"
"In the future you will wish you never wished"
Let the clock that's ticking loudly be a sign
To hear the pleading call of Father Time


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Love Lost

Love Lost…

Morning star shines down on me
I seek the shade 
The shade of the great oak tree
It casts a giant shadow across both of your hearts
Across mine

The cool breeze blows through the field
Between the rows of etched marble stone
And beyond the blades of overgrown grass
Your resting places I see

In the peace and quiet of the morning
I sit, I stand, I talk to both of you
I breathe; deep
Exhale in a sigh
Unable to fight the tears
Not really wanting to try

I find myself needing to spend time with both of you
But have neither Mother, nor Father
I am no longer a child, but a man?
I am all that you both have made me
Your love and guidance cannot fail me now…


Details | Rhyme | |

When it Comes to Ageing


When it Comes to Aging

By happenchance of birth---
Circumstances of life withstanding---
We enter into life, with genes marking
Our attributes of features obtaining

See my Mother and her ancestors
See my Father and his ancestors

Characteristics we have of all
Seen while still in our baby cribs
Topographies of structured ageing
Mapped by chromosomal donating

Face of my mother and hers
Height of my father and his

Factors deal in with living of life
Cleanliness marks of Godliness
Nature too takes its living toll
Lifestyle and choices add to the roll


Details | Quatrain | |

IGNORANCE IS BLISS

I met a man the other day,
His clothing was so fine,
His smile was quite infectious,
And his manner warm and kind.

He said that he had been to schools,
Of great import and stature.
He said he'd studied all the laws,
Of Mankind and of Nature.

He spoke as though he knew for sure,
The destiny of Man;
But then he said to my dismay,
"There is no God or plan."

He said his schools had taught him that,
There is but one conclusion,
The law of all creation just,
Goes back to evolution.

I thank my God in Heaven now,
That I was lowly born,
And never went away to school,
And learned to laugh and scorn,

The One who always loved me most,
And gave me all I need.
Lord, let me stay the way I am,
That I may never lead,

The kind of life,
This man has lived,
And share his destiny.


"IF ANYONE PUBLICLY ACKNOWLEDGES ME AS HIS FRIEND, I WILL OPENLY ACKNOWLEDGE HIM BEFORE MY FATHER IN HEAVEN; BUT IF ANYONE PUBLICLY DENIES ME, I WILL DENY HIM BEFORE MY FATHER IN HEAVEN."
                                                                              Matthew 10:32

                         "THE WORLD'S SIN IS UNBELIEF IN ME."
                                                                               John 16:9


Details | Free verse | |

Greatness is Quietly Loud

Greatness is quietly loud His voice causes the earth to tremble Calling new life from her birthing loins Gentle hands can hold a fragile flower His kiss nourishes a bud in the misty dawn Great is He who labors over the sparrow Warms our earthly hearts with his whisper Guards our slumbering souls as we sleep Colors this earthly canvas with a royal majesty Listen… shhhhh Music is in every sound the ears can hear Melodic rustling of trees waltzing in the breeze Everyday life erupts with notes born to partake in song Laughter causes feet to shuffle like a raspy voice Hands clap to a beat, fingers snap to a tune Lovers sway as leafy branches waving to the moon Connected by the harp strings of the heart’s desire Whistling winds carry the infinite sounds of joy A newborns smell invokes a love one cannot define As they grow, parents taste of His nurturing flow Our divine destiny of creation to produce a living being Magnificent is the trust placed within the human spirit We are so rich in what money can never buy God is so exquisite it brings me to my knees Every creation works together balancing the earth These things reveal the sanctity of our worth Father How Great Thou Art! Carole Cookie Arnold


Details | Couplet | |

SILENCE BESTILLS THE NIGHT

written 20th may 2013



As the world shuts down
 lavish ladies put on their gown

Rest comes, as they comb their hair
 while others, fight the midnight air

All living lives, they had exactly detailed
 not a thought goes out, to those who failed

Homeless man...where was his fall?
 can any of you see or care, that no one heard his call

One moment...one tiny second, it's lost
 the next one to fall....could be anyone's cost

Be wise, and look to the skies
 for he is the one, you need to recognise!


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!


Details | Blank verse | |

the lesson

lost my two front teeth 
in a fall 
this past fall
put two shiny new Washington quarters 
under my pillow 
to get replacements

Daddy told me 
that his dental plan 
will replace
only up to one Roosevelt
in a twelve month period
if at all

he said that this condition
was a result of a conspiracy in our modern society 
driven 
by corrupt, exploiting and greedy
tooth fairies in expensive blue suits and white coats
driving BMWs and Mercedes
drinking lattes and cappuccinos
under the banners of humanity, fairness and truth
and the stars and stripes 
cheating on their spouses
putting their assets in accounts outside the reach 
of the IRS
and who would do in their mother for a Roosevelt


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Blessed Dawn

Though I knew not whether you'd be boy or girl, I needed to give you a name. I wanted for it to be a meaning of special As you are to me the same. In as the dawn brings light To the begin'g of each new day, Coming to me out of your blight A rebirth, a new life, a new way. I have had no clue how vastly awesome Our Father in Heaven's talents truly are. We travel many valleys that are quite troublesome, And we forget by how we have come thus far. From each and every valley, trial, or pit, Comes a splendid blessing does He make. Depending upon where we are in it, As to which choice each of us will take. Our Father smiles upon us when the choice is good. But, alas, if we make the one that is bad, He disciplines and shows us what we should, For surely it makes Him sad. He loves us still, in oh so many ways Though at first we may not see. And yet He blesses us on our way, Still turning it out as it was meant to be. Moments after I had had your life deprived, The Holy Spirit convicted me of my sin. Because of your part in my life I got saved, As I repented and asked Christ to come in. It was not until I had your sister and brother That I realized what a blessing you'd have been. I know in my heart HE has taught you HIS love For which I am truly grateful. Couldn't bear to think your thoughts of me were hateful. Looking forward to Jesus introducing you and I one day When spending time getting to know each other we may. ... I ask you for your forgiveness ... And thank God for your existence. Just know, I love you Blessed Dawn, But for now I must continue to carry on.


Details | I do not know? | |

We are finally awake

Breathing in this human body gives him serenity,
knowing that I accepted him as my true father,
allowing Christ to extract his light within this identity,
i might be in this identity although its not my self,
i have no self,
what we have is all what is god's will & love in earthling form.

Finally the light has made it out of that solid dark black box,
the light could not hide anymore!,
it felt the need to to struck out of the box like a thunder bolt,
transcending into this identity,
witnessing the divine,
everything seems more brighter,
no fears,
no regrets,

the spirit of a thousand army i feel is bonding with my soul,
an army of fearless & righteous warriors,
an army created from the values of Jesus,
an army that uses the light to heal the blind,
who their alliance is to god's creation
to follow what Jesus thought till the end,
to be protectors & guardians of the earth.

A burning sensation of love lights in the edge of my soul,
a light so deep that not even any other spirit can penetrate into it,
its like looking at a tree on fire,
so pure that it makes you sweat & weep.

This identity is just another identity we are in,
you let us work on you,
you will have the father,
the son &
the spirit drifting within you,
opening all doors & windows
of gods kingdom,
ethereally purifying you
& making you one with the divine.

Dying today tomorrow & or even next year is relevant,
why?
what dies is only this identity,
we will keep on spreading our wisdom of love in another identity!.

O Hail Lord Jesus!


Details | Free verse | |

Baby please don't cry

The sun retreats, rain falls from the sky when I see you cry my baby. Baby please don’t cry! Guardian angel bites his lips, standing silent nearby when I see you cry my baby. Baby please don’t cry! I will take your pain away, want to make it my if you do not cry my baby. Baby please don’t cry!


Details | Senryu | |

The Challenge

meeting the challenge
leading, guiding, uplifting…
tasks for all fathers


© Joseph, 6/15/08
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Lyric | |

For Her

Today, he hurries, 
passing breakfast;
Barely making every deadline;
Rushing home
   -- For her tomorrow.


Details | Couplet | |

The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...
...
...
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


Details | I do not know? | |

Dad the redeemer

It sounded like an intimate pamper,
which none could decipher at first..
He adored me all day without the slightest hint of slumber,
merrily relinquishing to my thirst..
The thirst to know what life has in store,
to understand the world to its deepest core..



The world was really massive indeed,
but to him I was the world..
Shielding me gallantly from the perverted stampede,
sans an armour but with his heart of gold..



Eccentric i may have ever been,
In his heart he had the most room for me..
His dark complexion others might have seen,
but i knew the inside was impeccable for as far as i could see..



From imploding black holes to baking bun,
you enlightened me about everything under the sun..
Reprieving me of the mistakes that engulf,
while i was still discovering myself..



Every time i let you down,
surfing the aggressive tides of rebellion..
I knew i didn't deserve the crown,
with me so malevolent as a vicious stallion..



I owe you something beyond words,
that even infinite love can't make it square..
Dad I'll always love you in fathomless depth,
and make you proud till my last breath..


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

A Son of Mine.

A Son of Mine.

You are my Son.
Hope of the human race.
I see myself, in your face.
Soon I will be gone.
Your turn will come.
Which way to go.
To live the life of an Englishman.

In this book I have tried to say.
All. To help you on the way.
The life you lead.
Is in your hands.
Choose with care.
All that you share.

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



Details | Rhyme | |

Spiritually Belongs

Do you think this world needs some mending? Anger, vice, hate abounds.
Take a good look, wars, killing, famine, and diseases pestilence, all around.
What this world needs is love, something man will never know.
Carnal selfish man wanting what he knows not, getting through life somehow.

Our Father long ago scattered men to the far ends of this earth, confusing men and languages.
The thing that men forget? It’s the Father, He has the final say, all the rest is gibberish.
The Eternal stands above and observes His creation, the fallen man.
God the Father in His infinite wisdom experimented with carnal man, gave him choices, Understand?

With His choice Adam ate from the tree of knowledge not the tree of life.
Adam, in his carnal mind wanted what God had the tree of knowledge, the serpent tricked the wife.
Willy, deceitful, evil Spirit one that sinned in His vanity, was cast to this earth.
Waiting treacherously for Eve to make Adam make the choice, God knew this was going to happen even before Adam’s birth.

The Holy Bible, God’s plan, His mystery reveals that’s so, God wanted Adam’s obedience and His love.
A gift, the tree of life the way to true happiness, from God above.
You can’t have lukewarm faith, like Adam’s, remembering God’s plan is for us to enter the Kingdom it’s our choice.
The Supreme One God, a patient tolerant loving Spiritual Father, He wants your Spiritual happiness and voice.

Adam by choice failed so his children were doomed to physical, emotional, ailing, sickness and death.
God made us in His image He put in Adam a special place, gave him life and his first breath.
Our Father is everywhere He gives His love to whomever he chooses, now, you as a part of that seed, what will you do?
Make worldly things important, or take heed and make the choice to obey God’s laws and return to the Kingdom that the Father has made for me and you?

Our Father the true God of this universe, His “Word” has stood the test of time,
To obey the deceiver of men and his fallen angels is the real crime.
Jesus had the choice, and He died for our sins and stood spiritually strong.
Our Father, The Holy Spirit, and Jesus are there for us, He wants to be obeyed and keep us safe and spiritually strong.


Details | Free verse | |

Vasava An untold story 1/Many

Vasava
An untold story 


The story as Vasavadutta originally conceived and written by my late father Dr.Amar Nath 
Kapoor*  in Hindi many many years back, but Accidentally the major portion of his hand 
written manuscript got lost with many of his other hand written manuscripts during his 
lifetime itself. He had a deep attachment for this unique story belonging to the period of 
Guam Buddha 559 BC. 
Since I had heard him reciting this story when the manuscript was present I am trying to 
rewrite this unique story, as was wished by my late father. Hope my poetry soup friends 
would find it a unique story portraying a beautiful character of a dancer Vasavadutta or 
Vasava, who was an embodiment of beauty. Her life changed completely when she came to 
see Gautama Buddha.

I am rewriting his idea and story in English and hope to have your both types of comments 
as you find and feel, as it is always precious for me.

Vasava
An untold story 						Part 01/Many


She was a woman of splendid and unparallel beauty
Lavishly bestowed and blessed on her by Nature
Her intoxicating and lovely youth,  had sparked  
Her beauty and enchanting ness far and wide on Earth

On the beauty of her face and hanging hair locks
Many and mighty had sacrificed and burnt like moths
To see only a glimpse of her dance and to hear her voice
Many lost their entire wealth, only to enjoy her dance

Brahma* had labored hard, while shaping her beauty
Her enchanting eyes use to glitter, like beautiful sapphires
Which were studded in the golden cups of her lovely eyes
Attracting everyone, who came in the closeness of her eyes

During her dance performances, her eyes use to sprinkle 
A passionate intoxicating wine, to charm the audience
Her spectators never appears to stop drinking that wine
To get completely lost themselves in the charms of her dance


Ravindra

Kanpur India 01st March    2010	                  Part 01/Many

References and Hindi word used.

* Brahma   The Creator of the entire Universe as per Hindu  
   Mythology.

* Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor  My late father who was also a freedom      
   fighter who joined national freedom movements of Mahatma  
   Gandhi in 1920 but left active politics after India’s 
   independence in 1947 and devoted rest of his life till 1994 in 
   writing mass literature on Indian mythology, dramas , Poetry 
   and etc and wrote more than hundred manuscripts

*Kama  means wish, desire or longing, especially as in sensual 
    love or sexuality  ( Deo)  Hindu god inducing lusty 
    desires


Details | Rhyme | |

A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


Details | Didactic | |

Never

Do not blink, my son
For days pass like sedated slumber
Unconscious maladies teething time
Years misplaced like old acquaintances 
Forgotten only to find you again

Do not blink, my son
For dreams are but a fragile embrace
Caressing desire’s aching heart
Crumbling in calloused hands
Forever gripped by reality’s discernment

Do not blink, my son
For a woman’s love is unspoken splendor
Eyes washing over blatant imperfections 
Lips kissing complacency’s tepid affection
Waiting for you to make love to choice

Do not blink, my son 
For misfortune stalks the most virtuous man
Turning conviction into serrated sorrow
Children into immutable memories
Carved into concrete cells of regret

Do not blink, my son 
For sunrises are but fickle promises
Waking dreams behind shades of whispers
Asking you to never hide your eyes
Because I will never blink 


Details | Rhyme | |

She Rides A Horse

She rides a horse 'pon the merry-go-round
The decorated carousel endorse
Memories of long ago now astound
She rides a horse

Carousel music wind up tinkling sound
Touch, sight, scent, food all pleasures reinforce
One enjoyable night forever now renowed

Long ago, short time together, love's course
'Pon the carousel round and round and round
In my aged mind those happy times rehearse
She rides a horse  

Written: August 12, 2013
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Carousel In Roundel


Details | I do not know? | |

Just open your eyes


Feel the grass brush along
your hand. Taste the
refreshing water, you're
one thirsty man.

Smell
the sweet blossom
within the air, take a
moment to say a prayer.

Open up your eyes, love
and honour our heavenly
father. View his marvel of
life. Treasure how lucky we
are to be alive.


Details | Free verse | |

Suicide Note

This is the reason....
 Dear mom,
We never got along..
And you know that...
We constantly argue and disagree..
You make me feel like im a disappointment..
You made me feel as if i was never good enough.. 
You never made it seemed it like you actually cared..
 Dear Dad,
I know who you wanted me to be..
we used to not get along..
But now we do..
most of the time..
I know this is not who you want me to be..
I know this is not what you wanted me to do..
But i got no where to go..
You never seem to help..
 Dear the rest of the family
I know you are there for me..
But your reactions to what i do...
I just dont think i could deal..
I dont think you could help...
And i know you wouldnt understand..
 Dear Friends,
If i even dare call you that..
If you will care or not...
Even if you will notice...
I know some of you say your here for me..
But you dont understand..
I tried to tell one of you..
You just starred and wanted to tell everyone..
I am a human..
Im no different..
Im not some monster..
So i may be an outcast..
But does that really matter...
If only you could of helped me..
If only you didnt call me the names...
 Dear everyone,
Im sorry..
Im sorry for being a disappointment..
Im sorry for letting you down..
So that is why i have decided to leave..
So everyone will be happy..
Have a great life everyone..


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in


Details | Rhyme | |

What Do I Say To Someone Filled With Despair


What do I say to someone filled with despair? Many people I know have too often been there! What do I say to someone who’s lost their employment? Without a paycheck, it’s easy to lose any sense of “fulfillment.” What do I say to a family that’s being “torn apart?” Often, bitterness and anger can reside in the heart! What do I say to someone who feels utterly defeated. Without God’s love... A life is never truly completed! What do I say to someone who wants to end his life? Without true hope, one can easily be filled with strife. What do I say to someone who know they’re dying? They’ve spent many days weeping and crying! What Jesus has to say is; “Peace be still!” Whatever your need... He alone can fulfill! What Jesus has to say to a “hopeless situation.” He alone can give true love, hope and salvation! What Jesus has to say rings loud and clear. “Whatever you face in life.” “I am always here!” What Jesus has to say are words with power! He can restore your life! And do it this hour! What do you have to say to someone who’s gracious and kind? Won’t you give him your life and all of your time? What God’s word has to say will never disappoint you? Please come to Jesus and accept him... Won’t you? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

OLD IS GOLD

About my great grandma it’s told
That her heart never grew old or cold
I cannot keep this incident on hold
Wherever I am, I always unfold

Her counsel freely she has sold
Many consider her tips as gold
Several souls she did mould
While others claim she’s very bold

I never believe what others say
Unless witnessed in my own way
I was aged thirteen then
For me, her farm-house treasured fun

I wore a chain of gold
Exquisite piece of unique mold
I paraded with this golden ware
Unwilling to remove it anywhere

On a particular day
Everything did look gay
A stranger with her did converse
His looks and thoughts were diverse

At home, there was no other member,
Except great grandma and me, I vividly remember
She at length could talk 
But without crutches could not walk

That stranger threw a sinister look
At the costly chain around my neck
Her seventh sense foretold
The impending danger on hold

Her life on earth was very long
Experience titled her ‘wise and emotionally strong’
Suddenly she called out my father’s name
I stood perplexed unaware of her game

I knew my father was far away
Preaching in a remote village that day
Yet thought, “what’s she prating anyway”
Perhaps my father returned some other way

I wondered with my mouth being shut
Until that stranger left our hut
I turned right, left, north and south
Before I could open my mouth

Then my great grandma smiled.
“Thank God you kept quiet child
He wanted to snatch your chain
And run away with his gain.

His intent I could not convey
But before he could have his way
I called your father to keep him away
As I expected, he ran away.”

Through God’s wisdom she did act
Thwarting his plan saved my chain intact
Through this incident I knew
A wonderful lesson old yet new

Bold people sometimes do act strange
Yet, keep danger away from their range
Examine elder’s words without haste
Heed their counsel, wisdom you will taste,
Fruitful then your life shall be
Forever your face will carry glee.


Details | I do not know? | |

Unwanted

I feel like feces in a toilet
unwanted and flushed away
like a rotten egg; scorned
cracked and then thrown away
maybe even like spoiled milk
one taste and i make you sick;
then i'm thrown away
i'm like a bugger in your nose
you just got to get rid of me
like pigeon poop
you wouldn't want me to touch you
it's funny
because to me, you're
like a million bucks
i'll want you all the days of my life
but to you;
i'm just a tissue
that you use
and then,
throw
away


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Cold

Broken windows and broken homes
Windblown excuses
Shattered bones
Clotted carpet and pulled hair
Knotted eyes, flinching dares 
Children scared
Praying and weeping
Mommy’s bleeding
Kicking and screaming
Ruptured lips and clenched fists
Nails screeching, paint pleading
Please! Stop! What did I do?
Shut up, b-tch! I thought I told you!
Daddy, no! Hit me! Leave mommy alone!
It was my fault...your dinner was cold


Details | Rhyme | |

Don't Leave

I wish you were near
You were once
So close and so dear
Now I'm alone
After I cry
They can hear my sad tone
When I was in pain
I remember
Calling your name
Without you
Nothing is the same
Sometimes I feel 
I'm to blame 
I haven't seen you in years
Each day 
My eyes pour tears
I miss you more and more everyday
Even though they say
I should forget you and go my own way
As I lay beneath the brightest star
I lay there and wonder
Where you are
I wish you were here
Once again
So you could wipe away my last tear
Please come back
My hope
Is starting to crack
You mean a lot
Will I ever forget you ?
Surely not
You are in my heart
To stay forever
There , we'll never be apart
You seem like a stranger
I don't want our memories
To be in danger
Keep them inside your heart
Never let them go
I don't want a brand new start
I need you near
You can once again be
So close and so dear


Details | I do not know? | |

Mindless

Drain my brain of everything
And leave me with nothing
My heartache
My pain 
My sorrow
My depression
My grief
But mostly take my bad memories
No bad thoughts matter to me
Block out my haunted past
Of the abuser of my mind
I only ask you that you leave the memoires of good friends
Leave my family
My love
My soul 
My kindness
My music
My ability to laugh
And my only natural talents
Music and what ever art that I can be taught...


Details | Ballade | |

The smell of sweet sweet Victory WAR of USA 2007

For we are not Rome, mulucted, rustic, for we maudlin
NA NA, Hey, Jehova, Sweet odor of well, perfumes of
Victory, Creator Brithday, 4 of July, Blast stars and
stripes, sweet smells of Victory, red white and Blue
Angels Victory, the soldier Victory, as Bombs blast in
air land the seas and yes oceans we laugh Victory
we dance Victory, we sing Victory.


Details | Couplet | |

The Difference My Life He Did Make

The Difference My Life He Did Make

Precious are the memories which lift my soul
Soring to heights of remembered laughs
The joys having made eternal will always last
Good experiences for the lessons I did learn 
This life of a man who shared in kind
For in his living day by day
This man helped me in showing the way
A way of living as a better husband father and man
A way of living that I might stand
To stand tall for family friendship and right
That from this day-forth his trodden path reflects light
Light to shine when worries I do care
Light to glow my path when in despair
I rejoice to know the difference my life he did make


In remembrance of my Father-In-Law
Poem by Mark A. Goodson (son-in-law)
10/26/2012


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Restoration Business

Today I took a walk/
Outside to get some air !
To ponder when in Spring ?
There having lilac and bumble bees,

The stone upon the sidewalk/

A brash departure from the tears in Autumn,
Still we frolic through the turn of the page ?
Spices filled with honey and sage,
A mother cries for her loving child out to play !

Come here soon before your dinner gets cold !

We oft' celebrate life in Spring/
To frolic in a mediocre built havoc,
With ivy dew filled with lavender 
Asps !

A chill/

The ice cream truck
To hear that bell,
Comb your hair to get ready for work/
Life can be filled with an unexpected pleasure,

To wit,
If a person thinks that their earthly father loves them ?
How much more can we expect from that of our heavenly father ?
Many times we take for granted/

Supplied ,
The unexpected/
Instead some tend to listen to the father of lies !
Does this come as a surprise ?

We are living in a fallen world !
Some may even say it's the last days ?
Having fangs for normal teeth !
His main mission is to defeat yet one drop of blood that fell beneath the heavenly scale !

Will give him ample plight to sow what he may reap/

As the song says, " There are two paths in life to choose to go on;
Yet in the long run there's still time to change the road your on ?"

Within every heart their beats a hidden type of melody/
Choose the beat that's sown in love.,
This comes down from the father with a touch of love,
God does not make junk !

He'll use his pottery skills to mold and shape you over/
God is simply in the restoration business !


Details | Narrative | |

Kitty

	KITTY

G.
A cat walked across the street
(After looking both ways).
It was a pretty Kitty.
There were trees across the street.
In the trees there were squirrels.
The squirrels raised families.
They ate acorns,
they made babies,
they slept.

PG.
A cat stepped across the street.
(After looking one way).
It was a pretty stray Kitty.
Across the street there were farmlands.
In the farmlands lived humans.
The humans raised many different plants.
The humans fed these plants to many types of animals.
Then the animals gave the humans “gifts”.
Which the humans ate, drank, and made into money.
Then they had sex (like animals).

PG-13
A cat ran across the street.
(Without looking).
It was a pretty curious stray Kitty.
It was run over by a taxi.
Riding inside the taxi were a Father and Son.
The Father remained unconcerned.
The Son frowned, looked out the window, and wept.
“The poor Kitty,” he said staring down at his hands.
“Why Dad, why did the Kitty have to die?” he asked.
“Son, the Kitty didn’t die; it went to Kitty Heaven.”
He answered almost-smiling at his Son now watching
the traffic consume outside quickly, noiselessly.
 
R.
A cat stumbled across the street.
(At midnight, eyes closed).
Just some Goddamed kitty cat.
The Kitty was crushed by a taxi and by an ambulance
and by a Greyhound bus and by a mini-van.
All tomorrow bound and running a day late.
Thump! Thump-thump! and all Kitty’s bones shattered,
as a car window shatters (into thousands of perfect cubes).
Kitty’s use-to-be head popped like a water balloon;
that some homeless child dropped on a hot sidewalk-
in New York City summertime.
Its lifeless body was vomited up against-
wheel well wheel well wheel well, eventually
spiraling into a drainage ditch off the highway.
Where it laid epileptically twitching.
Yellow eyes now open and looking forever
upward at the hazy stars of almost June
in the Twenty-first century, respectfully.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Pain in My Heart

The pain in my heart is the same as the pain
Of a father whose son will look not at his face. 
The fact that my sufferings all were in vain
Is a thousand times more than the pain I then faced.

What, for the love of His son will a father do 
More than to lay himself at your feet, dead?
Is there a love of more kindness today than 
The love that forgave all His murderous fiends?

Why, my dear son, will your eyes open not?
When did thy heart ever alter to stone?
When did my soul filled with love for thy sake
In a thousand years ever leave you in lone?

Answer me, son, let my ears hear your lies,
Face me, my dear, with your pile of deceit,
Puncture my heart yet again, if you wish,
With the sword of a hatred I long to delete.

The piercing of nails and the beating of whips, 
Shall never come close to the pain I now feel
The pain in my heart is much more than the pain
Of a father whose son has forgotten of him.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Education is Power

Who is in charge of our children's education?
What happens when parents don't do their job?
When children have no sense of reading, writing,
till they hit that school room head on?

Who is responsible to initiate, ingratiate, the word,
so language is understood from infancy and
not suddenly at five years old when
communication receives the attention it deserves?

Parents stand up and take notice
schools do not provide the only source
You are your child's first teacher
You are the one who gives him voice.

From you he will learn expression
From you he will learn who he is
From you he will learn his roots
Give him your love and attention.

Provide an environment filled with books
A place where reading takes precedence
Instill in him a joy for learning
With gentle hand and loving looks.

Model the love of learning
read on your own or with
till without even knowing
he'll develop a yearning
to know, to explore, to evaluate
all there is and more.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Dramatic verses estatic

On her return from India,
my mother doth suspect a sinner,
it took a heart felt rench,
to tell her what to expect.

I felt numb from inside,
to see whose side,
my mother took over mine.

I gave my mother the news,
to which she was not amused,
to find her little girl,
giving her, what she thought was bad news.

I'm engaged and pregnant, you see,
my mother not best pleased you see,
to come back from miles away,
to hear her daughter has strayed.

To a no hoper you see,
who has not got a degree,
in family history, or loyalty.

My mother soon calmed down,
to the thought of the very sound,
of the pitter patter of tiny feet.

My mother was worried you see,
of the very father to be,
and of his whereabouts  and loyalty.

Then the bombshell dropped,
I had thrown him out you see,
to many complications for me,
to wrestle with my conscience,
of what would become if father had been with thee.

Drugs and alcohol you see,
tend to ruin thee,
he would not listen to me,
to help him free,
from the life given to him.

But now all is well,
in fact it is rather swell,
my life is great,
a lovely little boy, I dote,
to end this note,
of a fantastic life it is to be,
and a wonderful support network,
was given to me, my family.


Details | Rhyme | |

Legacy

13 February 2011    7:36 am

If your children are with you and I am not
Remember I still love them and you with all I’ve got

You have my words that I have said 
You have my writings that I hope you have read

This is my legacy that I leave you
It isn’t much but is the best I could do

I hope you can see the truth in what you read
It contains years of experience and guidance that you need

I am sorry for the hard times and bad
I am sorry for the mistakes I made as dad

See my mistakes as you are meant to
A guide of things that you should not do

See the good that I did do 
It came from God in me and you

Read and study your bible and follow Gods heart
It will guide you better and keep the world from tearing you apart

Don’t read too much into things 
It will spoil the truth that life brings

Don’t worry for tomorrow God takes care of it
Don’t worry about the past or it will become your death pit

Take care of today and the next today when it comes
Don’t get in a hurry and don’t live life on the run

You have a good life you can have a good time
Just follow our Lord and you will never be blind

Remember me laughing remember me kind
I am with our Father, thinking of you and haveing a great time

Love you always and forever my darlings.


Details | Free verse | |

The Crib

My friend said her little darling pulled himself up in his crib.
I told her she's lucky for mine’s older and can crawl back in.
But mine doesn’t like being lonely and brings another friend.
Not in my house I say… as he tries to sneak her up the stairs.
Friends with benefits he called it… as I sent him away to school.
Perhaps there at College they’ll teach that missing golden rule.

My hubby’s favorite crib is in the living room, at night, you see…
He relaxes with a blanket while watching late nighttime TV.
He says you can’t go to bed too early, for that is only for the old.
So I wake him up at midnight and that seems just right, I’m told.
But don’t think I’m complaining… For I’m surely not…
I fall asleep on the couch next to him before my show is out.
And when I usher him up to bed… I usher me up, too.
After all we’re not old folks… We can stay up late like you…

My father came to visit and met me nap per nap…
Now that really began to worry me… For I’m not that old yet!
When he heard me say it… He told me, “He’s not old at all”…
So I got him a lazy boy recliner, and he watches TV late, so bold.
Now I usher my hubby, me, and my father up to bed, late every night.
We all seem perfectly content to ignore all the years that we’ve got.
Why at midnight you may ask? …My excuse is the nighttime shows.
For you see... we seem to wake up as off the air they go.


Details | Free verse | |

I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.
Amen.


Details | Free verse | |

The Eyes of a Father

So we look back
We count the days, the nights, the weeks and months
Just one blur of emotion

Count the raindrops
And you count the memories
All raining from the same cloud

The eyes of Time himself

We build our homes
Then tear them down with the lives of our children
And put our tears away
In jars that we carry on our backs
Along with the stones in our hearts

And the only gateway to ourselves
Is through the eyes of Time himself
In the sigh of a father
In the smile of a lover
In a tear of the soul


Details | Rhyme | |

Footprints In The Snow

They followed his footprints into the snow
Not listening to what he said
He told them plainly, they couldn't go
But they followed their hearts instead

The mountains were windy and cold that year
Back in eighteen-sixty-three
When two brothers would one day disappear
In the hills of Tennessee

The food they had was almost gone
When their Father left that day
He'd hunt that morning at the break of dawn
But he told his sons to stay

They begged and pleaded, they wanted to go
Just eight and ten years old 
They cried when their Father told them no
For it was much too cold

They waited 'til their Mother had gone to bed
And snuck out the cabin door
They would follow his tracks where ever they led
She wouldn't see them anymore

They found their bodies beside a log
Next to a frozen creek
The boys got lost in the mountain fog
Gone, almost a week

They followed his footprints into the snow
Not listening to what he said
He told them plainly, they couldn't go
But they followed their hearts instead


Details | Prose Poetry | |

CHAMPION OF OUR TIME

Leader among leaders
Beaten, never die
Stressed, not strained a bit
Pulled apart, never deformed
But better than former
Been through fire,
never burned
Walked through storms,
last man standing
Super eagle among the eagles
Catering for the falcons
Having a heart of unconditional love
King of one queen
Great example to his offspring
True friend to his friends
Man of his words
Always walk the talk
A true ambassador in a foreign land
True champion of our time

(c) 2011


Details | I do not know? | |

This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 2 Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died

Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died

March 4, 2010 started out like any typical day really. Although I was sick in bed with a 
horrible cold, I was in a good mood. I was lying in bed watching television when I decided to 
call my mom and see how she was doing taking care of my farm on Farmville. 
She said she was on Facebook, and for some reason she was reading peoples statuses, 
something she never does, and was reading them to me. Nothing to exciting really going on. 
Then she came to _______. I’ve known him since I was a kid. My mom read me his status. 
She said “honey…____ status says that Jenny passed away…your sister has died.” 

The sister I had been looking for since January is gone forever. How on earth can this be 
real? I just sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall, waiting for my husband to get 
home to be with me. I started calling and texing my close friends and family members to let 
them know. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to scream. I wanted to do something! I felt 
so cheated! I felt guilt. I was feeling a million different things. I was feeling a loss. I was 
morning the loss of my big sister, whom I would never get to know.

The next few days, I spent hours online trying to find information for her funeral, and 
hopefully a picture of her. When I finally found it, I stared at it for days on end. I would 
Study it, trying to find a trace of me in her. I did was too scared to go to her funeral, scared 
our birth father would be there. But that day, I was in __________, and my husband and I 
sat on the corner by the funeral home, completely by accident. So in a way, I was sort of 
there. I did find out later that our birth father was not there.

In the mean time, I signed an online guest book for Jenny…which brings me to where I am 
today………


Details | Personification | |

Daddy

Cant believe your not here

Lost inside

Trying to  erase  the fear

I didn't  get to say goodbye

 

It wasn't that long  ago

That i had you in my arms

 Hugging you  to let you know

That  I needed you more

 

I breathe  a little  deeper

trying to hold  back all the tears

Remembering the times

You  was always here

 

The days and years

Months and weeks

Went  by  so fast

I couldn't  even  think

 

Memories  of you

Wonder through my head

Times where you would "Baby" me

Daddy's little  girl is what you  said

 

I couldn't deny it

How  true that is

Not trying to believe

That your not here

I know this  won't  be easy

Apart of my heart is  missing

 

As  tears  roll down my   face

Thinking  about you

I hold  tight to  the good times

and  let the bad  ones slip through

 

There  will be times I'll stare in space

Wondering how things would  be

If  you didn't leave this place

 

The  times you  would sing to  me

 The  times you  would cry

The   times where you'd smile

I'll  never  let that slip by

 

You'll always  be in my  heart

 No matter what i do

I didn't  think I'd  have to picture

 My life without you

 

All the birthdays  cards i  made you

Ill hold  close and dear

Just remember

In my life you'll always  be here

 

I'll  remember the mornings

I'd  wake up and see your  face

I didn't think I'd  ever  have to say

Goodbye this way

 

Daddy's little  girl is what I'll always be

 I'll never forget you

Please remember  me.

 

 I love you Daddy

 R.i.p  6.5.11


Details | Rhyme | |

Time

The hands of time,
Put these wrinkles on my face.
It erased all the memories,
Of my life and this place.
Colored my hair,
From dark to gray,
Took me from my younger years,
To where I am today.
I dont regret,
The hands of time.
It has taken me places,
For no reason or rhyme.
It has showed me things,
No one else could teach.
It has helped me grab things,
Before,I could not reach.
The hands of time,
Made these wrinkles of pain,
Gave it A place,
For my tears to drain.
Tears of joy,
From the life that I bestowed.
I would not have changed anything,
Not a seed that I sowed.




Details | Rhyme | |

A Hustlers Prayer

Dear heavenly father 
I pray to you now, 
submitting myself humbly 
with my knees on the 
ground……
I know you seen the 
times I messed around claiming that I knew 
you but threw your 
name to the ground, understanding why 
you cast upon me 
your frown.
I don’t deserve 
nothing more, unless 
its your anger a 
fury of course.
I’ve done so wrong 
yet you continue to 
let me go on, why 
you choose my life 
to have such a 
hold on.
Show me my purpose 
if its good I'll 
accept it if it’s 
bad I deserve it.
I’m still young and 
not very wise I 
believe it’s the 
reason why I put 
on this disguise. 
You know which one, 
it fights a lot 
and plays with guns.
Lord you know how 
I can rid of this, 
yet you give me freedom 
of choice and a bad 
decision is what I’m 
left with.
Your angels constantly fighting to protect 
me, set me free from 
this evil and let 
my love shine for 
thee.
If not than help me proceed to things that 
are right and not 
wrongfully, to help 
me make a decision 
willingly and not 
end up beat up and 
battered spiritually.
I try to pray out 
loud lord you know, 
but my feelings are 
at there utmost when 
I write to you 
through the Holy Ghost.
Lord hear my cries 
and have mercy, let 
me drink from the 
spiritual cup, please 
I'M SO THIRSTY!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Jephetto

I was brought up in 
shadows

parents vacant

a ghostly father
mostly heard

Mom said: “later”

pain & confusion was my legacy
Living broken was my creed

spending life times in counseling 
just longing to find Jephetto

the one that fixes broken toys…

miraculously found in Christ


Details | Rhyme | |

I Remember Reading God's Word Something Happened

I remember reading the Bible as a young man. The words of life. I wanted to know and understand. I remember keeping the Bible close by my bed. Every day I would read what it said. I remember wanting to know it’s meaning. And to search the truth God was revealing! I remember the words were what I needed! I wanted to know God’s words before I proceeded! As the years went by... And I started growing old. I didn’t read it And forgot much of what it told. As struggles and problems in my life began to appear The word of God I once knew… Seemed to “disappear.” I no longer knew the word of God like I once did. I was “doing my own thing.” And “Living how I wanted to live.” I didn’t have the excitement and joy I once had. I felt out worn out. Defeated. And very sad. I decided to once again find God’s holy book. And opened it up… For just one more look! As I read… I could hardly believe what I was seeing! God’s truth and love I now was receiving! The words I read were “tugging at my heart”. I wanted to give God another chance… A fresh start! The more I read about Jesus’ power and redemption… Has brought to my life his mercy and salvation! The words he’s spoken are everlasting and sweet! And by his word… My life is complete! By Jim Pemberton 10/04/11


Details | Lyric | |

On the Wagon

On the Wagon…

I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon 
The power stored within my mind…

Cleaning up the act
Facing all the facts
When you were burning you know you couldn’t see
Removing the blindfold
The truth is seen and told
Now you’re cooling down and fighting to be free

You’ve got to get away
Find someplace to stay
Immune to temptation as it looks for you
Start it once again
The beginning of the end
You’ve failed to see all that it has yet to do

I’m on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
On the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon
The power stored within my mind…

Look straight into the mirror
How do things appear?
Can you make out through the haze, the bloodshot eyes
Remember the times you said, that’s it?
All those times you’d never quit
Can you, yourself, live with all of the lies?

I am on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With his breath of fire always one step behind…



Details | I do not know? | |

Through a Looking Glass-Relationships Family Ties

As Life Time
Many children grow-up
Move~so faraway
Relationships~Life Moments
Never get to shared

As memo
You entered in this world
beholding Love~you
Watched you take First steps
Heard First words
Many ups~downs
Family Relationships with Love~Ties
Watched you grow
Oh.. how I Love you so

God given blessings of Love
Family Blessings of Love~Relationships
Treasures Earthly Family bonds
Family Love~togetherness
All given under our Father's son
Same as Heaven bound Relationships~Loving~Tenderheartedly

But then as see many children 
get caught up with I want to see the world
I want to live my own life
I wherever whatever I want...
Momma and Daddy 
you just gotta understand
I want to do whatever
Its My Life... I want.. 
I do whatever I want
I will go.. I.. I... I.. want

as see.. tis seems to be 
always about self..
but in Reality~Never knowing is at stake
Relationships effects those whom know
those whom Love you so
won't be part-taking in life
only through online~looking glass
Life is toooooooo short~
Relationships in life~moments time
cannot be made up~on-line

I understand must let go
But letting go.. is one thing
Not meant to be
Broken hearts~Relationships
of living~apart
Tares-up familys~No quality time 
on line tis not~same

God intended Relationship for Family 
Love and share Earthly life's together
No matter what~Familys Always Stick together

Don't loose Family~Relationships
Can~Not be replaced With online
Tis a Trick.. a hook
Must grasp moments in life
Family~Love Relationships
Before... tis too late
Time wake up~Realize
TOooo late~ Loved ones gone

Tis reminds me
Many people Not Realize
What Truely~ at stake

Love between Our Heavenly Father and Us
Out of His undying Love~His Grace given
Each of us~chance Now a Relationship with Him
to become born-again through Jesus
Live in Eternity with Him~ Eternal life
 
But Many think
they have all the time in world
tis saying.. It's my life
I will do whatever~I want Now~ I~ I~ I~
Now is my time~later
but then~shall come time 
tis be.. TOooo Late~

When life here on earth ends
either by... passsing life
or time~Date Our Father set
Rapture takes place
than those who not know
than time wake~up~see
Their Loved ones gone~

Come to Jesus
come have Relationship
With Our Heavenly Father
He is Waiting

Time Life ends
Where than will you be~?
Will you be together with us in Eternity~?


Details | Narrative | |

The sapling and the wood

The sapling and the wood..                   Steve Hudson

What would I tell my sons if my days were soon ending?
I would tell them:
Oh my dear precious sons
Our time on this earth is too short,
My eyes dim for a moment, only to brighten on larger frames,
With your heads on my chest, I embrace you, afraid of letting go,
Wanting to spare you from the world I left behind, with its terrors of the night,

Sometimes life will cut you down
You will feel like you can’t carry its burden
And hope may lose all definition
But find your heart in the face of doubt and uncertainty.

For you have a father who loves beyond measure
Here on earth, and in Heaven,
A father who will never stop fighting for you, believing for you
Pursue the one thing that makes you come alive
And be that to the world around you,
May Jesus Christ be the center and purpose of your very being.
For nothing on this earth will satisfy like the Bread of Life.
If you’re afraid, do it anyway, 
And know that if its right, whatever happens because of it
Is worth the outcome.

Never lose the wonder of the first time,
Live with honor, valor and passion,
Be the men you want others to be
Walk in such a way, that they would not quickly try you,
Though such would quickly follow you to the end.

Know that I have done my best for you with what I had,
My hope is that it was enough.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Trinidad wedding story

I hear that a girl in Trinidad
Looking for a very good husband
My brother says she father rich
Will give me house and land

Well I must admit I thought
This sounds like a good plan
So I decide go to Trinidad
And become she loving husband

When the plane land in the airport
It was getting kind of late
So we drive straight to her house
And we pack up by the front gate

We see the girl from the window
And we find her looking nice
Ah tell myself I make up my mind
I don’t need to think twice

Then we hear a fellar crying hard
Next door in a hammock
First time I hear a man bawl and cry
So I was kind of shock

My brother say boy see that man
He has some serious tabanca
He maybe likes some girl
And get run by she father

Turns out the feller next door
Well he wants to marry she
But she father says they poor
And they don’t have no money

So he trying to get a man
From America to come down here
But he really don’t know in America
Most of the men does live on welfare

Now I feeling bad for the feller
Because he really love her bad
How can I marry the girl he love
And take her away from Trinidad

But what if I don’t marry she now
And the father finds a next man
This poor feller might get a piece of rope
And hang his self in the cocoa land

So I say yes I want to marry she
I love her from head to tail
But he only way I marrying we must
Come out side cover up with a veil

Well we take the feller san Fernando
We walk in ram mohess tailoring
I Said make us two identical suits
We have to go to a set up wedding

The feller wears the suit
And he comes through the window
The pundit ready for the wedding to start
So he wears the veil and walk out the door

All the father rich friends from Trinidad
Gathered for the wedding day
But when he see is the poor man she marry
He gets heart attack and faint away

Well to make a long story short
The next time I when to Trinidad
I see she father with two grandchildren
Playing foot ball in the back yard


Details | Free verse | |

Brittany

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...at the edge of neverland
where spring butterflies dance in dream
a loving salutation rang through the valley 
as softy I sang..


a great gift
had arrived
with a breath
of loving promise  


a tendril of life
twirling and touching
in search of loves nurture   


  
outstretched and reaching 
my girl of cherry blossom beauty         
opened her eyes of felicity
with blue ocean innocence
and topaz starlight 


in that precious moment of silence
cathedral bells rang
for a beautiful gift of gods grace was born
an angel named "Brittany"
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Contest ~ "My Children"
My Sweet Girl ~ Brittany


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Letters to my dad

How about them times! Some of them seem so goofy now, But what fun it was. How we laughed an laughed. What’s missing now Is your face I was your ace. Not a foot print I wouldn’t trace. Always wanted to be in your good grace. Never to act in hast. He would of never made it his place, To judge you; Is a lack of conversational taste. The fact that I adore you is but one of my truths. The way you shaped my views Puts others to waste. They have no clue to what the world holds outside of there face. I can help, But I’m not the man you where Dad. Sometimes I get so sad. And for real even mad. The world took the best person I ever had.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ATMOSPHERE,

A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light.

...no "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze.

...no "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like,

...no "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.


Details | Quatrain | |

Reflections

Through the window of life I look
To tomorrow, a different day
Thoughts of my husband my love
Lost to wars theatre decay

When I awake every morning
And look at the faces of our kids
When do I tell them their daddy's gone
And lift our lives from this rid

What do I tell them
Every time they hear the door
When they think its their father 
Who won't be coming home anymore

What do I tell myself
When I retire every night
Touching the side where he once lay
The one who held me tight

What do I tell them
When I'm tear laden day to day
What do you tell twins of one year old
When they don't understand what I say

When do I tell myself
That tomorrows a different day
Reflections are left of what could have been
For war has left its say




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Lord, Lead Me

You say, "trust