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That's Why I Love Life

(Written to the rhythm of "The Things that I Love", if you want to sing along!)

Eating black licorice and cake with thick frosting!
Not doing so many things too exhausting.
Trying out ice creams in flavors galore!
I’m always doing the things I adore.

Viewing good dramas that make my heart flutter.
Watching those movies with popcorn and butter.
Finding myself in a huge discount store!
I’m always doing the things I adore.

When it’s Christmas or my birthday,
That’s the best of all!
I always feel happy and now you know why:
Because I think life’s a ball!

Petting a kitty, curled up warm and cozy.
Doing my e-mails or writing a poesy.
Wave-running, sunbathing, down by a shore.
I’m always doing the things I adore.

Seeing God’s wonders - like sunsets and flowers.
Looking at paintings or reading for hours.
Dancing and laughing, and oh, so much more. . .
I’m always doing the things I adore!

When it’s Christmas or my birthday,
That’s the best of all.
I always feel happy and now you know why:
Because I think life’s a ball. Yes, life is just a ball!



Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Rules For Living



Respect for nature Respect for authority Respect for fellow man The rules of majority Honesty is contentment Honesty in everything Honesty of the heart Alive as the spring Joyful in common things Joyful of mind Joyful just being Gentle and kind Happy within your soul Happy with friends Happy to be living At peace to the end Creeds I adhere to Creed for giving Creed for success Great rules for living © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Showers

The Happy Field and Spring Shower Hand in hand, we fluttered like two butterflies among the fragrant flowers of the field and meandered, singing songs, along a stream. No agendas to keep to; no schedules to curtail the pure pleasure that we took in consuming every lovely hour of our Saturday. With our picnic lunch, we sat down on a blanket. Later we lay looking up at clouds. Transported to the wonderland of our imagination, we named them fluffy mountain ranges, bunnies, sheep, and Easter lily petals until they morphed into lopsided bearded faces, huge white polar bears and cotton-breathing dragons. Unexpectedly, the clouds grew dark, and suddenly, we saw and felt large raindrops splatter on our skin. We fled our happy field, arriving home - two children, wet and laughing, just as the spring shower let up. How were we to know in the springtime of our lives that the field and the rain from which we fled I’d one day write about as metaphors for youth. Written for the Spring Showers contest 3/30/13

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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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!

Copyright © Steven Miller | Year Posted 2006

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Marianne's Love of Life

Marianne laughs, she's happy,
sitting under the magnolia tree 
in Saint Anton's Garden
alone, in Venus's bower
waiting for no one in particular
as the shadows of leaves 
dance across her face.
Her lips break in a smile,
Runs her hands through her locks,
feels the velvety texture,
smells the perfume of her hair.

Hear dear Marianne's laughter, 
the happiness is always there, 
come sun or rain, spring or fall
I marvel at her flair.
A lark flies by, she sees it not,
she knows its flight
she laughs in happiness  
even though
Marianne is blind.

Placed 3

25 January 2016
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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Where Have They Gone


Where Have They Gone


Where have they gone, those days of old...
   their melody was simple, sweet;
a blending of the joys that hold
   warm thoughts in memories' retreat.

Their melody was simple, sweet:
   fires burning, loved ones gathered near;
warm thoughts in memories' retreat...
   that peace that hovered to hold dear.

Fires burning, loved ones gathered near; 
   chores done, the evening shared with zest.
That peace that hovered to hold dear
   life's humble ways and means as best.

Chores done, the evening shared with zest.
   A blending of the joys that hold
life's humble ways and means as best...
   where have they gone, those days of old?


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: A Pantoum - A Poet's Choice
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 04/04/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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I Choose To Be Happy

I choose to be happy each day
no matter what blocks the sun's rays.
I'll still jump, catch the train,
do sun dance in the rain;
and then gather today fresh flowers bouquet.

I choose to be glad and be grateful,
to count all my blessings, be cheerful.
I may go up then under,
but keep on and I ponder;
it feels good to do things and be joyful .

I choose to be a smile in the night,
a spark in the dark that burns bright;
to someone who’s down,
a laughter and clown,
moreover a channel of joy and delight.












11 September 2015
For Casarah's Get Happy 101 Contest

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Touch Me Touch Me I Wanna Feel Your Body

Touch Me Touch Me I Wanna Feel Your Body!

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

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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- Bubbly Cheerful And Happy -

                          

                           In a small town there lived a little lady
                                  The lady`s name was Lucinda
                     Lucinda was always bubbling, cheerful and happy
                           When she laughed here rolling laughter,
                              both her cheeks and bosom shaked
                          She was a beautiful woman with wide hips,
                              and a butt as big as a dinner table
                           Lucinda was old and walking was difficult
                                and life was not so easy for her
                              She had not so much in this world,
                               but she always brought a bicycle
                         Everyone in the small town would help her
                                        as best they could
                 Whatever you did for her, she thanked  with these words:
                             "You shall have my old bike when I die"
                Following the bubbling laughter, shaking cheeks and bosom
                           Everyone in the small town knew Lucinda,
                                 loved her and wanted to help her
                                     Same thanks every time:
                            "You shall have my old bike when I die"
                                        Now Lucinda is dead
                    Her bike the city has received as a gift from Lucinda
                   If you see a bike in the flower park in the small town
                  Is it to remind the beloved sweet, rolling round Lucinda 
                                 that was always cheerful and happy




27.04.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012

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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

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

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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Enjoy The Ride



Some days are diamonds, some are stone To quote an old John Denver hit Truer words were never spoken The “stone days” (not stoned days!) Are only sent to us to test our resolve And to appreciate the “diamond days” even more To prove, that as dark or as difficult as life can get There is ALWAYS a silver lining Otherwise we'd all be candidates for the looney bin Trust me, have I ever lied to you before? Okay... well only a couple of times And I was under the influence??? The influence of WHAT, you may ask Uh, I take the fifth... okay here are some examples Now let me see, watching a pretty girl go by Or the government sending me an unexpected refund Of a couple of hundred dollars YEEHAW Maybe sitting down to my favourite meal With my lovely spouse I've adored Since the two of us were dreamy-eyed sweethearts In grade school right up to the present And now happily married with a couple of wee ones Don't get me wrong, I do have days of stone But my diamond days far outnumber them So the bottom line is Live, love, laugh and be happy You only get one chance to travel life's highway So ENJOY the ride!!! © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Twigs

Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

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YOU AND ONLY YOU

YOU AND ONLY YOU Strewn pebbles after a tide ballet for a pause So am I when still you are not by my side but God is good that even those pebbles when slowly gathered-- spell a good use... Pieces of me I consider blues and black Gladly, you constellate: creating a mosaic no longer you settled as a friend that consoles but you built something even rusts can't corrode --------------------------------------------------------------------- Vous et nul autre, Vous et nul autre, You and only you... From smile of sunrise to weeping break of night my love, you and only you I long to have and hold I want our eyes spark then lock on same shine I want your arms' warmth wrap around mine Vous et nul autre, Vous et nul autre, You and only you... Sensing strongly tonic trembles 'neath my fingertips I wonder what God was thinking when He created you for meeting you plays a life spring in crown of trees. To commitments said with kisses drawing life's game, Vous et nul autre, Vous et nul autre, You and only you... You and only you, I want to walk with forevermore. To your eyes, your nose and then to your lips, each kiss a speech of my love and thanks for thee, my Darling this I promise to do through eternity. ___________________________________________________ ***vous et nul autre (French) - You and nobody else but I reword it to --- You and only you. ***"I wonder what God was thinking when He created you" is a line from the song WHEN GOD MADE YOU by Natalie Grant and NEW SONG*** Music to my ears poetry contest - Poetry Contest Sponsor Name - Silent One Olive ELoisa Guillermo 9:58 pm, July 31, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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My Departed Friends

             Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
  Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
  Free from anguish and agony and attitudes apathetic and cold
Away from burning sunlight of hatred, ruthlessness and strain

My loving parents and my little sister departed one by one
The infinite mercy of the Creator granted them joy of heaven
 For me the luscious trees of love gave way to burning sun
       The path of life turned thorn infested, rocky and uneven
 
 The lustful demons of merciless world waiting for me on way
               My only weapon, my resolute, indomitable will
With God behind my relentlessness I conquered life in a sway
Lonely nights followed crowded days dreary, dreadful still

Then showered on me God’s sagacious and profound recompense 
Through love and compassion my beleaguered soul thrived
    On desert of life came the rain-filled clouds of loyalty of friends
    Roses bloomed, nightingale sang, life’s elegance revived

         But happy days are shorter than the morning dew’s life
You Manzoor, Arif, Marghub,.Nisar, Mehmuda, Ismat, Harry and Jo.
Who were spared the pains of this world of conflicts and strife.
Tranquility of heaven is your destiny, Aftab, Ferreira and Remigio

Your abode has elegant pink shadows and golden sunlight
    Fragrant rivers and gardens with flowers of colors unseen
Pebbles of emeralds and rubies present the sight’s delight
Gushing fountains, silvery lakes, hills and valleys ever green

 These bounties are rewards of goodness and your virtuous deeds
Your kindness, your compassion, and your illuminated soul
The Creator, most merciful and benevolent gifts beyond one needs
     More than lofty aspirations and much beyond your goal.

    Happy though I am for you I must still complain
                      Why you chose to desert me; why you left alone
The leaping flame of loneliness is my destiny again
The path to eternal bliss you took, to me you should have shown
-----

Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2009

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A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

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EMBERS OF TIME

Twists and big turns in the name of real love
Either it will mend or break a heart
If this feeling of love, its author is God
Involved persons then must render their part

He logs more on oceans and she on land
Friendship to sweet soulful romance, began

No phone-lines nor e-mails nothing advance
With only black pen and paper on hand
Both of them, grab take that one lifetime chance
Thirty five years now, they are on love dance

Skin gone sag, wrinkled. Hair now thin and gray
Holding hands while walking like good old days
Romantic dinners. Roses. Gifts and cards.
Hugs, kisses... "I love you", their darling say

Ageless enduring in embers of time 
Blazing better within embers of time.

written in iambic pentameter by:

olive_eloisa
1:18 am
April 04, 2014


__________________to my parents.. :) Praise GOD!
CONTEST: EMBERS OF TIME
SPONSOR: Gail Angel Doyle
1ST PLACE, praise God .. :)

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

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we are stars

people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!

Copyright © mary youkhana | Year Posted 2013

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Nerves x 9









Through the screen door her eyes rose with mine
feverishly I rehearsed each romantic word in my mind
caught in a tongue tie still desperately I searched
luckily for me the spring flowers had just birthed 
along the leading pathway to the doorway of dreams
I turned for one moment falling to my knees
plucked nine white roses setting them at her feet
still without a word sweat streaming down in beads
I caught my first breath and quickly ran away.....

 -----

9-21-2016










Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013

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HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

For all the love
Good care and affection
That you've given me
For all the tender pain
You've been through
When you carried me
When you were pregnant

For all your passion and tolerance
With me when I was a head ache
For all the things you've done
And still doing for me
What will I do without you?
You were there since the day I was born
You know me better than anyone

This is the reason why I am so proud
To called you 'MUM'
Your love is more expensive
Than gold, money and diamond
And more than anything in this world

Without you
There is no love
There is no life
What you've tought me
Is a guidance through the journey my life

I don't know how to finish
To repay you for everything
I love you and I admire you so much
I don't want to lose you
Because you are my richest
My love and my passion

I love you so much...
...MOTHER!
And I don't see why you don't deserve
The best wishes...
...HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Copyright © Shirley Madeleine | Year Posted 2009

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Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground
 
as delicate as sugar
 
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
 
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
 
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
 
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
 
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
 
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
 
white like the pages I battle with
 
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
 
And when it lands,
 
A blanket of perfection
 
glistening the season to a crisp
 
gently the sun arises
 
"there's no where to go today,
 
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."

Copyright © Madison Caldwell | Year Posted 2013

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just listening

I'm only happy when I'm sad, she said.
When people say their glad,
I get mad because,
they used the word glad, she said, we laughed.
The sings she said, I guess, 
wouldn't seem important.
If you asked if she knew Shakespeare, she'd say,
when I was born he was already dead.
She liked autobiographies because, she said,
they were books about history,
written by people who were there.
She loved the new testament,
because of what a mess it is, she said,
how great it was that Jesus gave,
gave such a big storytelling gig,
to his four buddies who couldn't write a lick.
That Jesus must have been a piss,
to hang out with, she said.

Important or not,
I didn't want to miss a word,
whatever she said,
I never waited to talk, with her,
I was happy to be,
just listening.

Copyright © joe fisher | Year Posted 2007

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Breezy Jane

The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It blows her pain away
The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It makes everything okay
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

Wondrous windy days ….can take that empty shame
Lifting all the sorrow…..and blowing away the blame
The breeze shall seize her fears…..taking them away
If fallen leaves could speak…. wonder what they’d say 
Before they leave the trees…. to convey a changing way
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

I wonder if the breeze…. could remove strife that way
Making every thing better ….and mixing it with rain
The wind against your skin ….doesn’t seem like much to say
A mighty thought inside…. Procures hope finds its way
Lft your head up to the sky…let wind blow where it may
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane

Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2008

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Dark Fairy Tale

A sweet princess lays upon a bed
All those who see her think she is dead
The Prince wants to save her with his kiss
He hopes that true love will bring them bliss

Some Fairy Tales are filled with regret
This Prince has a reason to be upset
She has a heart he will never hold
A part of the Story never told

She loves another, but it's not him
The light of her life starts to grow dim
He kisses and cry's there is no hope
Feeling lost his life ends with a rope

This tale does not have a happy end
Such a sad place this World of pretend
The Princess paid the ultimate cost
No more happy days all have been lost

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Colourblind

Philosophers assure us
that it’s all a state of mind,
from every thought that’s in our head
to the boil on our behind.

They say we are not truly real,
that all life is illusion,
but if there is no life or death
I can’t reach my conclusion.

So I’ll just stick to simple thoughts,
of laughter, love and bed,
for what’s the point of being Blue 
when it’s more fun seeing Red?

Copyright © Maggie Munro | Year Posted 2013

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THE DEVIL IN A BOTTLE

~The Devil in a Bottle~ Waves or fears so thick you could feel them ripple up the stairs… The screams the pleadings the sobs, We would chant our well learnt prayers… We learnt them from over use; we learnt them off by rote, Huddled together at night in bed - underneath the overcoat. That is our blanket on the bed for three. Please God don’t let our dad hurt our pretty mum-my. This nightly prayer was our plea, we nightly did espouse Because we learned the devil- he had now entered our house. Our dad was the nicest man around, but the devil was spirits and beer. He could be so happy until his drink - filled us all with fear. Our mum became religious to fight this devil away But she was never strong enough even though she would pray all day. The happy days came when he went to work at sea. Weeks of peace, we enjoyed we were happy all could see. We forgot about how easily when he was home, the life that we enjoyed. Happiness and fun soon left us as he quickly became annoyed. Then the ripple of tension and fear would creep back in the house Made us wish we could hide in a hole, just like a little mouse Hidden away scurrying through walls, and in between floors Not having to listen to - screams behind closed bedroomdoors.
© ~GG~ 2/08/2012 THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

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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.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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The Meaning Of Humankind

The Meaning Of Humankind

Forever people look for a complicated word
Years, decades and centuries they search
One sad word that gives meaning to humankind
Poets have written pages looking for the word
Singers sing their songs trying to find just the right word
Writers tell stories about the search for the word
Not one poem, song or story can find the perfect word
The perfect combination of letters and sounds
No one can find the one word that describes humankind
The perfect word is there right before them
It has been for all the history of the spoken language
In Greek, Latin, English or Aramaic or Chinese it has one meaning
Five letters, three syllables work together to giving meaning to humankind
The word the poets, singers and writers have been searching for
That word is simply alive
A sad word because it always has a final moment, a moment of loss
Yet, a happy word because while we are alive
We live, we love, we learn and we experience life and who we are
Sad or happy “alive” is the meaning of humankind
Thank the gods for the happy moments yet do not fear the sad ones
For that it life
That is the meaning of being alive

Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2011

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If You See

If you see a heartless man,
feel sorry for him.

With that cold heart,
comes lonely.

If you see a man without love,
pray for him,

with that empty home,
comes sadness.

If you see a happy man,
be happy with him,

for a happy man,
can spread joy.

If you see a man with religion,
follow his lead.

for a man of God,
is the best teacher we have.









Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007