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Details | Prose Poetry | |

She read me Dr Seuss

6:35 A.M.

Sunrise against my neck
that no cheap tan booth could ever match.

I ring the doorbell in anticipation of joy’s injection.

I needed it.

Because I left my cell phone in the car,
as I didn’t want to hear any chimed email
or text annoyances.

And the car just got cleaned,
only for the birds to have their way
on its waxy shine.

Bastards!

Time to grab the flamethrower from my trunk!

But, before I could scream in Braveheart declaration,
there she was.

Her 6 yr old smile,
made of 1/4 inch gaps between innocence enamel,
captured me like no other could.

“Tio”, she preached in angelica sonata.

As she held me,
held me,
with puppy love warmth.

Even the rainbows fell to its knees.

She took off my jacket with ferret-like perkiness and
asked me to sit on the floor with her.

But, not before offering to toast me some Eggo waffles
with a big glass of Ovaltine…
…in her Little Mermaid glass,
proudly made in North Korea.

It even had the dictator’s initials and a bucktooth smiley face stamp, signed in glitter
that said:
“Kid-safe”.

Thank God I just took my online course in Child Safety.
I was ready!

As I sip on Little Mermaid’s curves,
shaped in plastic, swirly straw weirdness,
a sound blasts off from a Barbie radio.

My 2 yr old angel galloped into this heart of mine,
with Tinnitus piercing scream & laughter,
tackling me in Incredible Hulk lunge.

“Hi Tio”, she whispered, before she hopped back upstairs, 
Ninja Turtle-style,
laughing maniacally with rapid head tilts, left to right to left.

Boys will fear her. 
And I couldn’t be more proud.

After two moments of silence, 
my 6 yr old angel places her Dr. Seuss book on my lap,
as she sits in front of me.

“I can r-r-read
with my eye-s
shut.”

She carefully completed the sentence,
as my eyes instantly fill with leaky pride
and an ingrained smile.

10 minutes later, she shut her book and asked me how she did.
“I am so proud of you my angel.”
“You have come so far.”

I had to hold back tears because I didn’t want to throw her off.
Yet I think she knew,
because she kept her head down and smiled with gentle starburst.

Mission accomplished.

And it was then where I heard her say,
“Those who matter don’t mind,
those who mind don’t matter.”

But she was quiet, looking at me with tilted head & smile.

For it was my inner child, 
speaking
clear.

© Drake J. Eszes


Details | Quatrain | |

First Love

Returning home again after many years away
I find our secret path along the Fundy Bay
That happy place where long ago we played
Where all our dreams and promises were made

Once again I lie down where daises grow
In fields above the banks where salt winds blow
Golden memories rush through my hungry soul
Returning pieces of my heart lost long ago

I close my eyes recalling all the things we did
Just the way they were when we were kids
And I know without a doubt that you are here
As your love for me falls from my eyes in tears

We lie like angels looking up at clouds of cream
As we watch them take the shape of all our dreams
We laugh so hard at all the things we do and say
To us life is just a stage a place to laugh and play

We find the trail that takes us down to meet the ocean
Where we swim in waves of jubilant emotions
Then we walk along the shore together hand-in-hand
And we write our love forever in the sand


                                 ~~~

Author:  Elaine George
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Details | Narrative | |

Will You Tie My Shoes When I Grow Old

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you hold me close
as I held you then? 

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.
I opened those doors anyway, 
cautiously, 
and introduced
you to the world.
Where will you be
when my legs
no longer run? 
no longer work? 
Will you realize
that I love
freedom too? 

I laugh
about that day
you first tied your shoe.
We tried and tried
to get that rabbit
in that hole
and you finally did it.
You pointed your toes
for everyone to see
how proud you were.

I am proud too, 
of my writing
and my drawing, 
of my needlework
and my cooking.
But my hands are beginning to ache
and my fingers will not bend.
I will lose the things
that make me proud
except for you.
Hopefully not you.
Will you let me
brag on you? 
Even tell wild stories
that are a bit beyond the truth? 
Will you be proud of me too? 

I waved good-bye
that morning when you left
on that large, yellow bus.
I was so scared.
I know you were too.
You waved at me bravely
through the dusty window
but I saw the water
forming in your eyes.
You came home, however, 
full of pride and joy.
You sang the alphabet song
and got most of it right.
You practiced for hours
until you could sing it
even in your sleep.

But 
I'm afraid.
I forgot
whether I took
my pills today or not.
I forgot
if I told this story before.
I even forgot once
who you were
and it terrified me.
My mind
is my treasure
the only thing I have left, 
and I heard you make
fun of me
for not remembering
that I gave you the
same gift as last year.
Will you love me
when I no longer
know who I am? 

You came home blushing
from the glow of
your first kiss.
Your first love, 
the one you thought was real.
You talked about him non-stop.
You changed for him. You gave.
But he left you anyway
for a blue-eyed girl
and I held you
while you cried for him.

I too have a
broken heart.
The love of my life
left me after
fifty-six years.
He left me here
to live life on my own
while he moved on
to another realm
And I cry for him too.
I long for his shoulder
and strong embrace.
I feel betrayed
because he and I
made a deal
that we would never
leave the other alone.
Yet I am alone
sitting in an echoing house
with no hands to hold.

You welcomed her home today- 
your tiny baby girl.
She has your eyes
and possibly your toes.
I see you counting them
as they roll me
into the room.
You finally came
to visit.
It has been a while.

You look up at me
with tears in your eyes
and ask
almost desperately, 

"Will she tie my
shoes
when I get old? "


Details | Free verse | |

Like a Rock

I carry my mother 
like a rock in my pocket 

that I just can’t seem to throw away 

It serves me 
no purpose, 
it just weighs me down 

~~~
 
When I first found it, 
when I first picked it up 
and started carrying it with me, 

I thought it so beautiful – 
I could look at it for hours 

But, like my mother, 
it never looked back at me, 
never grew warm under my loving gaze 

For the longest, I was blind to that, 
Blind to anything but the beauty, 
blind to the cold, hard, 
beyond-remote nature of the rock,
of my mother,
my stone

~~~

I carry my mother,
a thought without weight

And she’s heavier

and she’s colder

than all the stones
there are

~~~
 
By the time I recognized her 
immutable, emotional unavailability, 
I had run out of joy,
felt depleted of hope –

But I could not,
for the life of me,
stop seeking a beauty, a warmth,
inside her heart

Could not stop
wishing
that one day this stone,
my mother,
deep inside my pocket,

Might just become
its own opposite –

Change from hard to fluid,
from cold to warm

But my rock, my hard burden,
will only turn to water

When my mother
stops being
a stone


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

I Am A Gerber Baby

I am a super duper Gerber Baby all I love to do is wee- wee winning all the attention of my mommy so that all day long, she’ll stay beside me I love to loudly fart and burp after taking my Gerber Baby Foods prepared by dad all my tiny fingers in my mouth as I give them a crunchy baby’s laugh they both run to give me their sweetest kisses and hugs Oh, how I love to wear my soft baby’s diaper I walk around my crib producing sounds, “ mmma pppa brrrr brrrrrr” please bathe me in my lovely little bath tub or wash the smudges of my “ poop” now I feel them on my ass How I love to be an adorable baby no problem yet nor worry all I have to do is drink milk and sleep the whole night or day cuddled in the loving arms of my mommy and daddy In my cozy crib are colorful toys feeling like sitting over the rainbow with so much joy my picture books are scattered all around I pretend to read them smartly as I look at the picture of a clown
Jan. 27, 2012 First Place Contest: Gerber Baby (poem contest) Judged: 2/1/2013 Sponsor: Greatest Poet, Linda/PD First Place Contest: #1 Poem Only Judged: 17/13/13 Sponsor: My dearest Poet sis, Linda


Details | Rhyme | |

O' Middle Child

Oh middle child, dear son of mine
You've always let the others shine
All through the years you stood behind
---I want to say I've noticed you  

Your sister charmed, of course, we knew...
And your brother's gifts were multitude
A quiet child, your words were few
---I want to say I've noticed you

When people cheered, and guitars were played
Your siblings sang upon the stage
You cheered them on and praised their way
---I want to say I've noticed you

With wit and charm, your heart of gold
You melted hearts, with kindness shown
You've been there as a generous friend
---A brother/friend until the end

I love you all, ..of course I do
My children, all, each one of you
My quiet child, you're still the same
---You let the others have the fame

As parents now, all three of you
Your families shine, just like you do
You teach them well and love in ways
---So proud I am, my words can't say

My middle child, I hope you know
You've always been the one to sow
Such love to all you've ever known
---I want to say I've noticed you........


____________________________________________________________________


Details | Free verse | |

My First Child

A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart She smiles! My heart races, leaping! And like a butterfly in spring, gliding, It dips among new blossoms Like a sweet melody playing softly in the cool of the evening, I soar! My baby, my first, like an angel sleeps Soft, warm and brown I stare in awe of this most perfect gift from God! Tiny almond-shaped eyes, sparkle- searching Nothing as beautiful have I ever seen! She cries and her teardrops like crystal daggers Pierce, my joyful heart! And like a wounded sparrow it plummets Free-falling, and I am left puzzled...confused Nervous, I gently hold her close to my breast I am sure she can feel my heart beating.. Suddenly our faces brush... she turns- Our eyes lock, and smiles ripple! My first born--all is well in my world.
© 1992 ~*~


Details | Quatrain | |

The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



Details | Bio | |

RITES OF PASSAGE

Remember the day
Apron strings loosed,untied
as maternal voices faltered and cried
Remember the day
When a soprano voice lost its elan
and a boy became a man
Remember the day
Peer pressure would not hide
and diffidence was replaced with pride
Remember the day
Desire,with warm whispers heard
questions,answered with just three words
Remember the day
Filled with joy and love
a union blessed from above
Remember the day
Holding a first-born,so wee
as two self-absorbed,became three
Remember the day
Trust was born-a-new
a changed life came into view
Remember the day
Genesis as a work of art
with gifts to share and impart
Remember the day


Details | Lyric | |

pseudo artistry

Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.

But, escape artists aren't artists at all.

When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend

Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.


Details | Couplet | |

Kiddie's Corner

Good morning, good morning, girls and boys
I hope you brought your Disney toys

Gather round in a circle close
Lets sing about the ones we love the most


Mickey, Mickey, your so cute and small
We love you the best of all

Donald Duck with his ducklings three
Dressed the same are his family

     Children, children wave your hands
     Close you eyes we're in Disney Land

Pluto, Pluto your silly and daft
You sure do make us laugh

It's time to count, lets have some fun
The Seven Dwarfs, seven back to one

     Children, children wave your hands
     Close you eyes we're in Disney Land

Dumbo flaps his ears and flies
Pinocchio's nose grows telling silly lies

Let all skip to Wonderland
Holding Alice's hands, going hand in hand

     Children, children wave your hands
     Close you eyes we're in Disney Land

     Children, children wave your hands
     Close you eyes we're in Disney Land







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


Details | Acrostic | |

His Smile Awaits

He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam

Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation

All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory 
Smiles like his have become few and far between


Details | I do not know? | |

Questions for Dad

How do you do it...
   arrested again.
Paroled for awhile
   then back to the pen.
We know you don't mean it.
   We know that you care.
But when will you show it?
   When and where?
As much as we love you
   our hate runs that strong.
Why can't you stay with us?
   What are we doing wrong?
Are your friends to blame?
   Did they help cause this bust?
What should we feel?
   Who do we trust?
Who do we love?
    Who should we hate?
Why do you burden us
    with all your stuff
       on our plate?
It's too much to handle,
     we're too young to deal.
With the heartache we have,
     with the pain that we feel.

Your our Daddy, our idol,
     our mentor for sure.
Our anger, our hope,
     we need you here more.
Your smile, our tears
     your our happiness found.
Our twinkle, our fears,
     the reason we frown.
You want us to love you
     you want us to care
But Daddy, how can we...
     when your never there!


Details | Free verse | |

Found Love

When first I came to know this world, my eyes were young and hurt,
And O're the years I came to know, the expression in my heart,
I fought my way through love and pain, through heart break, and much worse,
Until one day I found a man, who could love me at my best and worst,
He would drive me to the point of insane, yet bring me back to laughing tears,
He could make my eyes weep in shame, yet hold me close and i would heal,
18 years, it took to know that I would never leave his side,
For when I was born I knew this man; Inside my soul, the knowledge survived,
I found him after 16 years, And knew I loved when i reached 17,
Now the age of womanhood is apon me, and if asked Ill respond,
it is his wife I shall gladly be,
Sweet eyes so young, but aged too,
my love today, I explain to you.


Details | Rhyme | |

First Love

Returning home again after many years away
I find our secret path along the Fundy Bay
That happy place where long ago we played
Where all our dreams and promises were made

Once again I lie down where daises grow
In fields above the banks where salt winds blow
Golden memories rush through my hungry soul
Returning pieces of my heart lost long ago

I close my eyes recalling all the things we did
Just the way they were when we were kids
And I know without a doubt that you are here
As your love for me falls from my eyes in tears

We lie like angels looking up at clouds of cream
As we watch them take the shape of all our dreams
We laugh so hard at all the things we do and say
To us life is just a stage a place to laugh and play

We find the trail that takes us down to meet the ocean
Where we swim in waves of jubilant emotions
Then we walk along the shore together hand-in-hand
And we write our love forever in the sand

                             ~~~~~

                              Elaine George


Entry for:  Frank Herrera's contest - First Love
                 Awarded First Place


Details | Quatrain | |

‘The Airplane Crossing Clear-Blue Sky'

My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.

A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.

My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;

came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...

The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.

I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.

This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…



*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory 
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it 
always...


Details | Sestina | |

MIRACLE AT DAWN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Free verse | |

Love is writing her name in the air with sparklers

Love is writing her name in the air with SPARKLERS!



I need a new heart!
Like the one I had when I was 5,
when I wrote her name in the air.
When the deep red held us up,
and I thought Birds touched Bees Beneath the lilies
Softly, 
because that is how I touched my Grandmother and the cheeks of Horses.


I need one,
that will not grow up.
One that will hunt for carnivals in August.
One that keeps filling. 
One that carries salt and a pairing knife through the garden when it’s hungry.
One that still sleeps on the bellies of yellow dogs.

I need one, 
most importantly, 
that still falls in love.
Love, 
LOVE I SAY!
Love that is simple
and feels like birds must.
When they warble a deep red and
carve the air.
Lifting bees,
Softly.
Like sparklers into the sky. 


If you think you have such a heart I will to pay!!!
I have a savings of over $15,000 and I am willing to have wages garnished.

*an installment plan with interest negotiable.


In the exchange of hearts you will receive mine for as long as is needed or until a 
preferred heart is available.
It is a sort of sad thing this heart. 
Slowly folding over onto itself, collapsing inwards like a shipwreck. 
However, its meter is quite steady and will be an adequate replacement until another, 
more suitable heart is found.


* Serious Inquiries Only!!!!


Details | Ballad | |

He was only 17

He crushed his heart. On hopes flutteringly light as butterfly wings. On dreams foolishly bright as silver bells. On dreams seemingly fine and looking good. He broke his heart. On tales of lust hewn from his faint heart. He banked his faith on the words of a woman. He lost his sight searching into darkness. He thought it wise to love once and never again. He thought he had found his only love. His only hope. He was only 17


Details | Pantoum | |

WHEN I WAS YOUNG

When I was young and life was easy
I never thought but of the next day.
For the young, things can be so breezy
It is the child's way.

I never thought but of the next day
Until that day came upon me.
It is the child's way
And I did not want to see.

Until that day came upon me
I was carefree like the bird on high.
And I did not want to see
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry.

I was carefree like the bird on high
Only to be trapped by love
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry
Crushing me down from above.

Only to be trapped by love
For the young, things can be so breezy
Crushing me down from above
When I was young and life was easy.


Dan Cwiak ... written for:
Paula Swanson's Pantoum contest


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.


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Sandy Hook Elementary

Taken Away
Though they wanted to stay
Christmas just a week away
Not having a chance to say goodbye
Leaving mom and dad behind
Peace and Comfort they need to find
A senseless Act
Wishing they just came back
No words can be said
Hugging my children tighter before they head to bed
Reminding us to cherish life alittle more
Say I love you as you walk out the door
Nothing can fix the damage that has been done
Rest in peace precious little ones

This tragic event is not the first nor be the last
but if we work on change we can put it in the past

Where was God in this senseless act?
Wanting these lives to simply come back
Satan came in his place
Evil layed down his head
Leaving behind pain and dread
Oh' Christmas Tree
Oh' silent Night
Twas evils will in this plight
It shouldn't of happened, especially not this way
So say, i love you before you start each day


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To Elizabeth

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eye'd,
Such seems your beauty still. 
~ William Shakespeare


I have looked into the mirror
Looking for a trace....a trace of my youth
A trace of the girl that I used to be...
Is she there?  Buried deep? Is she still part of me?

Years can't be halted, change can't erase..
And there...in my face, are the lines of experience
Stories and time...I see staring back at me
A part of me wants to grieve for that girl
The girl that I was..   Has she vanished for good?

Oh, I do understand....
That I can't hang on to "then"..
To days long ago, when time was our friend
When summers, together,  seemed never to end
But, then............ , here by chance, we meet up once again.....

Our friendship born in childhood..so young, and carefree
You...with bright eyes, and brown hair that fell long
Around your high cheeks ...and a wide, gamin smile!
You were the one who's light shined so brightly
Who's charm, laugh, and wisdom I fondly admired
A girlhood where we danced together in sweet grass under sunny skies
And under nighttime stadium lights, to the music of the high school band

After years, that have taken us to separate worlds
In my mind, and in my dreams you have always been
The fair maiden, the one who held my hand
Two girls who made promises...who sat in the dark, under a summer sky
And talked of our "somedays", of our future, our hopes
By the light of the moon, we wished upon the stars

Now here in this moment, I have found you again
And here in this moment, I have found "me" again....
I can be that girl again....as we share our history
our moment in the sun, ....I am "her", again!..
I can be that child, I can be fifteen, I can wear a crown, upon a teenaged throne... 
And I can still dance to the sound of the drum, and the tuba,
I can sing football songs, and gossip about the boys, 
   and make fun of the stuck-up girls
     and laugh about the teachers we didn't like, 
                   and about the night of the prom, when I cried in your arms

I can hear Johnny Mathis singing "Misty", and the words will make me weep
       I can hear "Canadian Sunset" as it lulls me off to sleep

Perhaps the stars have faded a bit...but beyond the weary miles
They still shine when I look into your eyes...my dear friend, from the past...
They will shine through the ages.........where a summer will always  last....
         
                      ~                                    ~


For Frank's Contest:


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The True Love of a Man

When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a knight. He’d proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn’t end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we’ve shared our lives together, we’ve blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We’ve devoted our lives to each other, and together we’ll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We’ll smile as we share many today’s, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I’ve touched your life my love, as much as you’ve touched mine. For this is the love I’ve always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our “soul mate” only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I’m proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man!
With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©


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UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN   A parent's lament

Children
   	with Wings
    	and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
 their
 
Memories	

Soar        
                 over the
                 Blood Transfusions
    		Hospital frights of prematurity
             			 of EMS sirens
                              HIV trembling tests 
   		 Asthma Tents
   	
                Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
   		
                Sleepless Nights of bully battles
  		
                Struggles with Education’s foes
   		
                 Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
   		
                 The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
			Day night day night day night…unending
   	and

Land  on

      Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
            or the

Shortage of Cash
        for  
                    Trips
                    Technoshit
                    New Shoes 
                    New Cars
	or other
Dreams
                         You 
                      Couldn’t
                         Buy.
 


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Dear Stranger,

I tried my best
To show you part of me.
The side of me
You've never seen.

I'm more than a daughter;
I'm an artist, a writer,
A sister, a friend
And now to you a stranger.

I have a question,
Have you ever realized
That I have my own voice
And I have my own life?

I'm not relinquishing my soul--
I won't sell it to anyone.
If I can't be myself
Then who will I become?

I have a mind of my own,
A heart and gifts.
I have a life of my own
And it's mine to live.

Yes, you gave me life,
But it's not yours to give.
You gave me this life
So I can learn to live.

Tell me, have we met?
Have you ever seen me?
Or did you just see my music,
My tee shirts and jeans?

It's not what I look like,
It's how I look at myself.
I'm embarrassed to show you it.
Only you and no one else.

Don't be disappointed,
Mad or upset.
Be happy I have morals,
A mind and self-respect.

I'm the person I want to be.
I stay true to myself,
Meaning I'm me.
I'm me for no one else.

I'm smart and independent
Because you made me this way.
I'm no longer fearful and afraid,
That's not how I wanted to stay.

Now do you know me?
Or should I continue?
I'm making you realize,
I'm not being rude.

So make your decision.
Please, I just want an answer.
Not to be disrespectful,
But are you my mom or my mother?


Details | Sonnet | |

Sparkin'

The one room school house always was too full.
The windows oversized and chill on winter days.
You sat behind me, I thought you were real cool,
one day you passed a note to me to say...

I Love YOU, you wrote in colored pencil.
I kissed the yellow paper on that line,
then took out a red pen and I stenciled
a perfect heart, PLEASE Be My Valentine.

He blushed from ear to ear and, he scribbled more
a crumpled paper said,  "Please meet me in the park...   
on the bench, by the fence,".. too cute to ignore.
The bell rang, out we went into the dark to spark.

That day so long ago, now we're old and gray
I often think of that kiss, as near me, my man lays.


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THE AGING PROCESS

Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.


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There was a time

The pendulum motions to and fro,
From the clock upon the wall.
As the second ebb like grains of sand,
For one by one they fall.

Through the window of the dim lit room,
For outside, lies a world of grey,
For thoughts now turn to yester year,
That seems so far away.

With freckle on skin and golden hair,
Topped with lace like bonnet fair.
Upon a face a smile of glee,
As little feet splash in the sea.

A bucket clenched in fingers tight,
With spade to match its colors bright.
 In awe and wonder of many things,
 Through eyes so young that new life brings.

  N  Windle.   MMXI.


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Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i


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The Kiss

Creases woven in fabric like May petals
Sunk into heavy mud.
As a child, I’ve always been afraid
Of standing near a cliffs edge.
Wrapped in arms, folded; placed neatly.
Matches in a match box.
Igniting a flame, when pursed lips
Smooth the center of my cheek.
Desperately seeking colors
Falling through the holes of my fingers.
As a child I imagined a kiss being
Sedimentary.
But this- The Kiss -
Blankets me in igneous.
Like falling into lava deems delicate.
Forever graven on my palms
As I melt softly
Into the weak pulsations of your throat
Spiraling down beyond the cliffs teeth
Biting as I curl my toes into soft sand
Like warm rice pudding on my tongue.
Radiating glory through my veins,
Injected with love from a painful needle
Because as a child I was taught
The best of things
Hurt the most.

(Based off of the painting The Kiss by Gustav Klimt)


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Apology Letter To My Mama

Dear mama,
I apologize for the aches,
And all the pain,
I apologize for struggle in your 
heart,
Torturing your veins,
I apologize for the stressful tears,
On account of non-listening ears,
I hear your melancholy weeps,
From a mind that never sleeps,
I know the fake smile you keep,
Will break you suddenly,
I am sorry for the things making you 
sick,
I am sorry you had to grow up 
quick,
Even when you shout hate,
I see love in your eyes,
Out of your heart you apologize,
But, this is my apology to you,
For all the things I put you through,
I apologize for the things you never 
had,
Just to make us glad,
I apologize for the unpaid bills, 
that has you taking headache pills,
I thank you for your vigilance,
But, I can't sit and watch,
The other half is gone,
And you're fighting alone,
Somebody got to be the MAN of the 
house,
We can't always sit on the couch,
Mama I appreciate the things you 
do,
I thank God for you,
I apologize if my actions never 
show,
I Love You,
You bring peace and healing to my 
soul.


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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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Sestina of Self

I am the center of raw and wild feelings.
Born from an ancient spirit of infant and child.
Falling back in a womb of darkness, myself I discover.
Hiding in an egg, I hear a whisper.
My shell is touched by a promise in the wind's soughing.
Infinite breath of wind caresses, I, who am little.

I am conscious of little.
A time before definition or feelings.
Warm, wild wind soughs.
Motion stirs the blueprint of a child.
God in every breath, every whisper.
Take form and discover.

A bud must open in order to discover.
Hesitation and fear cry out from a bud so little.
Inside a chameleon wears it's feelings.
Fright filters through the pores of a child.
Leaf and skin shiver in a dark wind's soughing.

The angelic songs of a river soughs.
Life's song for us to discover.
Along the riverbank runs the child.
Of the future she knows little.
Reflecting in water a spectrum of feelings.
Their sound is a scream, a laugh, a cry and a whisper.

As I grow the acceptable sound is a whisper.
My tears often mix with a shower's soughing.
Bodies aren't meant to cover feelings.
They should be naked dancers that discover.
Their steps are big and little.
Dance with the flow trusting child.

As I grow older, in my soul lives the child.
My heart is the room where she shouts and whispers.
It's a never-land where she will always be little.
Hope sings in a tear-river's soughing
With care and love we'll learn to discover.
We are courageous explorers of feelings.

The child, her voice a prayerful wind's soughing.
A soft reminding whisper not to fear discovery.
Oh little love I am with you always, experiencing together our feelings.


Details | Elegy | |

Turn the Pages Gramma

She used to wake me up in the middle of the night
"come out here and talk to me" ... I'd sigh and say "alright"
I'd sit beside her, on the couch, my legs tucked under me
she'd light her cigarette and then she'd start in with a story.

She'd tell me of her childhood, all the stories of her past
I'd listen, so enraptured, she tried to make them last
sometimes just an hour, sometimes till the sun came up
but I never tired of listening, I could never get enough.

Turn the pages Gramma, in your book of hopes and dreams
Take me with you Gramma, on your trip of memories
Turn the pages Gramma, I feel so close to you now
Turn the pages Gramma, take me back with you somehow.

Then came the day my sister called, said Gramma passed away
I held the phone up to my ear I didn't know what to say
I didn't want to believe her, I didn't want it to be true
I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't say I love you.

But for a chance to say those things, Gramma came to me that night
One last time she woke me up, hair black and gown so white
She stood there in my doorway and waved a last goodbye
Though I knew she was alright I couldn't help but cry

I knew I would always love her and I'd miss having her around
and I knew I'd miss her stories, I wish I'd have written them down
No more will I hear her laughter, no more will I see her tears
I'm glad she gave me my own stories to pass down through the years.


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Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


Details | I do not know? | |

Of Love

A feeling of euphoria,
a woman and a rose,
a long, committed partnership,
of love the husband knows.

A tenuous and abstract thing
of love he understands--
or thinks he does until they
place a baby in his hands.

A miracle, a wonder who
can bring him to his knees,
who grips his heart with fear at
every cough and baby sneeze.

She calls to him in silent nights,
the deepest sleep defeats.
She holds his breath in hostage till
he knows her heart still beats.

Behold, the hulking man of men
of beastly, manly powers
who’s brought to tears by tiny fists
with gifts of mangled flowers.

A feeling of euphoria,
a little girl, a rose,
a dirty face, a sloppy kiss--
of love the father knows.


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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."


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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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Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die


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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                     
                    and even bigger brown eyes


smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 
                        *smile*

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
           
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*
                  --wink!--


I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
    
        even when she is no longer little.


She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.


My almost-nine year old girl
 
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
 
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.


You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles


I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.


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MY EXTENDED VERSION OF '' MY CONDENSED PRAYER '' by britt

She prays; gods halo again brightly creeping from underneath the shadowed covers of comfort. Slowly awakening her blissful HEArT re*collabrated and re*juvinated to start the day quietly tip-toed inside  her peaceful home. A plantation thats shown to be told,firmly planted is all she'll ever know, thank you god my almighty straight to the LION'S den's mouth, as her heart is poured out in extreme greatness. She announced her DOGS EYE is not in pain anymore. So Thank You god for you are my only GOD!!!! You've engaged this HEArT strongly SHAPPED, I do love me; and the WOMAN I have become. In these last few weeks she has learned GENUINE SOULS do care like you, as parents we will keep her fruitful n' clothed. She'll learn that LOVE IS: more powerful then anything imaginable as you have, you image this world through a precious eye;(my DOG) across the sky in colorful RAE'S of skittles I can taste the RAINBOW... COLLABRATING IN THE CLOUDS... Watching SUN~SET DAWN DOWN fast asleep holding on to those DREAMS along side my dog. Teaching everyone to LOVE with/out SELFishness, just against GRACE For her HEART Is BIGGER Than the UNIVERSE.... As she chooses FREE~WILL!!!!!!
WILLINGLY!!! I Know now her Entire FAMILY HouseHold is in good HEALTH, SAFEly hidden from DANGER N' HARM,and has had A Peacful nights rest beside the warm fire I will lay;as she closes her eyes during nights break.

I LOVE YOU GOD FOR ALL YOu DO N' SHOW!!!

Written by: Carma SWEETHEART; and
Ravonne Jus MAD (BRITTANY CALDWELL)

06-21-12.          Thank you BRITTANY for letting me do this I am truly honored*ENJOY!!! ;D


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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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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A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold. Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a guiding force. Even if her children’s lives stray off course. I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


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Mom

My cloak is no match for your brown eyes
You see my everything, no way to deny

Everything bare and naked like bone
Your warmth overwhelms my cold eyes of stone

No place to hide or runaway
Your arms scoop me up and carry me away

The scars I so desperately mask
You see right through, never meant to last

From the freshly painted crimson tares
To the lines that are barely there

With the hands that match my own
You heal me with more love than I could have ever known


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Untwisted

Sometimes the memories won’t fade 
         All the places we have seen
         All the prices we have paid 
The memories of the happy as well as the sad 
            The people we’ve lost
           The friends that we had 
Some memories just seem like a ghost 
I always lost everyone that I loved the most 
The wind would just carry them away 
             Along with my tears 
            And my ability to pray
    I wonder how far is heaven from here?
              How many more heartaches 
                 How many more tears 
              I wonder how far it is away
Because I have so many things that I wish to say 
To all the people that I loved and I lost 
             I’m not even tripping 
             My heart paid the cost 
The reaper rode the river in a bikers disguise 
I’ll never forget the fear in my mother’s eyes 
    As he drug her under and then let her go 
Through my four year old veins hate started to grow 
My eyes were blind my ears were deaf 
After that I forgot  
           There was anything left  
Karma is like poker for it is bound to luck 
When I was just a boy 
God through me under the truck 
Of all the things in life we feel 
   We are all bound to God’s will 
Passion is a doorway between love and hate 
    God is the dealer in the game of fate 
              Our place is not to question why 
                       For if we do our faith will die 
            The deeper we hate the deeper we love 
            I was gifted wisdom by the Lord above 
                    Every gift comes at a price 
A world of experience behind my advice 
     Every smile holds a lifetime of pain 
Nothing that happens should happen in vein 
                         It is our choice that which we do 
 Know in your heart these words are true 
The harder we fall the further we climb 
             No ones life is totally sublime 
Illusion after illusion will be offered to you 
                 But only the living word is true 
The living word that beats in your heart 
Will keep you safe as the world falls apart 
Through the pain of a boy watching his mother die 
It’s never to late to kiss the sky
A man of faith who could never give up 
Please come break my bread and share in my cup 
By the time our journey is through 
                      I’ll share all I am with you 
          Hopefully somewhere in my words you’ll see 
              ---Untwisted is truly the way to be---



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Sky-ridden Lark

Swallow aghast, sky-ridden lark,
Soled teal twice by council,
Lull-fully taut,
Skewered heed abhor,
Haltered and frayed-
Amber wrought slathers,
Slithered astray…


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1-15-10 look into my eyes

i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was 
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you 
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve 
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.


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Gotta Let Their Soul Cry

 Raped and Molestated in childhood, 
   Abused and Misused in pre-adulthood,
     Alone and confused they stood; feeling
       like tainted goods.

 Let their soul cry, maybe then; they can
  regain their pride. 

 They gotta let their soul cry

 Their darkest secret's they lock  away
   within, this is why their flesh constantly
    feast off sin; and everything in life has a
     beginning, but never render an ending.

 Let their soul cry, Crying is the only way to
  gain their piece of mind.
   
One might ask," Why"? Then , I will reply,"
  They need to see at least one day filled with
     promise rather than pain and see the sun
        without having rain.
     
 They gotta let their soul cry, before their sin
  cause their flesh to die.


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On her way

The princess calls me out tonight 
She looks so beautiful, strong and bright
Tears stream down my face 
As I look at my darling with her shining knight

taking her away 
shes so beautiful today 
I know he'll love you till the end 
Forever, we'll be friends

Baby, Its hard to see you go 
Leaving us for this young lad
You wont be around, but i'll be glad 
You deserve more than this whole world 
Show mummy everything you hold

My darlings leaving 
to start her life
I can tell you, this one thing 
She will be the most amazing wife

taking her away 
Shes so beautiful today 
I know he'll love you till the end
Forever, we'll be friends


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Angel's Moon Dust

The moon dust sprinkled From the angel's wings 'Pon baby sleeping Angel's expressions Now abide on face ** ** I watched him sleep Resting weary head Seeing God bless His little life ~~~~~~~ Moon dust still Sprinkled there A reminder ` ` God Still Abides Here_ The Moon dust Slowly Disappears As the hours Separate The time spent here His little bed Awaits angel Visit once more Watch over sleeping Child_ sprinkling moon dust Like magic to keep Him in his deep sleep Hoovering with love__ Sponsor:Catie Lindsey Contest:Diminishing And Advancing Hexaverse Theme: Moon Dust


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Mama's Song

I wander through my journey, interspersed with joy and pain, always grateful 
Though not by choice, some days are somber; yet others follow with abundant joy
In my solitude, memories come alive with the recall of some old song from another time
When life was carefree in everyway! No worries and not one care!
First heard as a child; the title now lost to me, so I’ll call it "Mama’s Song"
It’d start off soft and slow; its rhythm smooth, graceful, incredibly beautiful!
Then lingering on my mind, gently reviving memories lost somewhere in yesterday
It’d calm my spirit, take me away- away from countless, mundane tasks
All necessary things, but they arrest my days, imposing, threatening, vying for attention

There’s a constant battle that rages within, and I often ask, “Should I lay down this burden  
of joyless pursuits which hinder valid expressions from my heart?  Should I?
And to what profit?  Surely monetary gain is a necessity, but at what cost to my spirit??
Were I guardian only to myself, I’d simply choose to live lean somewhere by the sea
I would cast my net for food, and barter for grain and herbs.  However, the compass is set
So, I escape in the melodies, with my eyes closed, and fly high, above this terrain
Sailing on the massive wings of a Condor, unafraid; over rugged pathways and
Jagged edges of mountains that rise above the seas, far away from this place of constant 
weariness, on my way to a place more tranquil, somewhere in yesterday
I hover over rivers that give life to green valleys below, quite an amazing view to see!
Like black velvet ribbons they meander through the changing landscape
At an angle they shimmer like fine crystal in the afternoon sun, and in one breath,
I am there! At Mama’s feet, studying her as she sews dresses for my sisters and me 
I watch, I listen to her, softly singing; feel her contentment and peace through the song
Never complaining, never too tired to go beyond the call, to love and care for family 
Teaching by example, using less words, her quiet spirit, ever steadfast, strong
Those times when I feel I can not go on, when afraid I'll falter, I still hear the the melody 
and "Mama's Song"!

Note:  For Mama - Thank you for putting us first! For the many lessons learned which we nowteach our children.  RIP w/Papa!!


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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..


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


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Dragons Wish

One night while stargazing, Dragon and I, got to see a falling star… descend.
I thought that would be great, so I told him he could make a wish on them…
But Dragon’s are really quite unique, and don’t always think, like you and me. 
No, NOT at all! And you should believe, things began to unravel, immediately:

About to make that wish… He realized the moon descends every night.
And the sun descends, like the moon… every single day, at every Twilight.
Becoming horrified that so many wishes had gone by him, totally unused!
He decided to wish upon the star, that all past wishes, can now come, to be used.

There is logic here, I think, as Dragon hordes things; he’d do it with wishes, too.
When I tried to explain, that’s not how wishes work, they have to be rare and few.
With falling stars, it has to come from one, that came to ground, willing to share.
Now Dragon is a stubborn thing and decided, I wanted them all for myself, to snare.

He stomped his foot, as the 2 year old he is, crying he didn’t want to share not one.
So I patiently explained that there are bigger stars everywhere, bigger than our sun!
He was sure I’d done him wrong and had lied, after all, his eyes are very keen.
The bigger, the better, and our sun was the biggest thing, that he had ever seen!

It’s brightness has gobs of power, in fact, I’d said it powers all the Earth, he recalled.
So its wish couldn’t be small… he said it’s not nice, to not share, with him at all.
Now a tantrum was about to ensue, from our 2 year old who’d skipped his nap.
And don’t forget he’s a Dragon, too! It wasn’t a good idea to fall into this trap!

Some things are better to not go through. Why fight the battle, if you can stop the war?
In the end I took that wish… and wished I’d never took him on that wishful tour.
You know what? I did find that peace finally came back and did preside, in a wink.
As I got his blankie for his bed, and tucked him in so nice and neat, I paused to think.

Next year would be a better time, to view the meteor showers, after we both have…
A well-deserved nap. Don’t you think? When he’s a tad more grown up, I did add…
Besides my wishes, in the past, have served me well, as they brought him here to me.
And I ’d need one more wish this year, to help him when flying… to not hit the trees!


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holokauston Page 1 of 2

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


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


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Sitting in the Park

This is the park
where once we played
where every tree
holds a poignant memory
of love 
and laughter.

This is the tree
where you sat and cried
for your first true love
whose heart had grown cold
salt tears
on cool earth.

This is the seat
still etched with the names
of friends and lovers
we no longer see
some have gone
others live on.

This is a place 
where dreams were born
on a summer's day
so long ago, where
hearts were light
and futures, bright.

This is a town
where life passes by
all too quickly.
Sitting in the park
I close my eyes
and remember.


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CARTOONS IN YOU. . . . .

You are like POKAEMON,
though you seem like DORAEMON,
you are as dark as batman,
too bad i'm more into SPIDERMAN,
you may be in love with CINDERELLA,
i don't care coz i'm THUMBELINA,
your ears reminds me as MICKEY,
will you accept me as your MINNEY,
I know you love to wear boxer,
I too know you are not as smart as DEXTER,
u may love the rap of PDD,
but you can never dance like PINK DIDDY,
I will never want to see you sob,
i will soak like SPONGE BOB,
without you i don't know what i'll do,
like they say "where are you,SCOOBY DOO!?",
In your absents my heart'll shatter,
you creep through the night like PINK PANTHER,
you are as macho as ARNOLD,
but your voice reminds me of DONALD,
I'll always love you till the end of my life,
but i'd rather be HARRY POTTER's wife. . . .


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A Lullaby for a grandson

Tender, tender, touch him now
Surrender, surrender sleepless brow
Sleep is a palace, love is a feast
Come weary darling I sing release
Tenderly drift, drift, drift away
Love is forever, life's but a play

Tender, tender, rock her now
Surrender, surrender sleepless brow
Time is so fleet, and love is strong
Come weary darling rest my song
Tenderly drift, drift, drift away
Love is forever, life's but a play

Tender, tender, O my heart yearns
Surrender, surrender the boatman churns
Carry him (her), Carry him away
Angels come watch him, watch here I pray
Tenderly drift, drift, drift away
Love is forever, dream where you lay.


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Question To A Child

So, what do you have to tell me,
Oh little girl, my little girl?

Oh what do you have to tell me
that brings wholeness
to our world?

~~~

I was not born all filled with fear,
I was not born for hate

I did not arrive
upon this world
too early or too late

~~~

Oh, little girl,
you need not cry,

Your sadness is
from years gone by

Take heart, my sweet and gentle one at last our freedom has begun 
For you’re still here,
you did not die

I am you
and you
are I


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Danny's Song Upon the Death of His Grandfather

When crashed to earth that mightful Oak
O'er that long. a'frighted night,
His tears did so high homage speak
As to slumber passed his Light...

Shoulders small, no more host to hands
Whose tender firmness helmed
Their little lad, and life, and joy
In eternal love enrealmed.

Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste
With heart beset and stormed,
His soul a stone-turned edifice
Then from parched dreams was formed

A kind but spectral silohette
Up from the nighted sands,
As boyish eyes enlivened gazed
Once more upon old hands...

They held a heart which yet did beat,
"For you, my bonnie Dan!
I'll love you from Forever, boy,
And in Love, live as a man..."

Ah, but dream, for now he wakes-
But so curious a thing!
For in his grasp there rests some sand
Which waking did not bring!


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First Love

We treat it like a marble 

in our pocket for a while 

we win it 

we lose it 

but no matter where it goes 

it always holds 

the warmth of our hands


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My Long Lost Friend

He was my best friend
His name was Snoopy
He was a beagle
My favorite pet.

I got him on Christmas day
He was just a little pup
I loved him so much
Then God took him away.

He was out hunting 
He never came back
He was gone 
Just like that.

I wonder every day
Where is he
Alive or…
Dead?

I still miss him so
I cry at night
Missing him
Missing him.  



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holokauston Page 2 of 2

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 


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


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Little Boys

 

Mud puddles were made for little boys on warm summer days,
In search of tadpoles and frogs and other delightful items of play.
Grass snakes are fine but they’re hard to contain,
They get slick and slimy when left in the rain.

Little boys need big pockets to amass all their wealth,
Momma’s need strong hearts to keep up their health.
They never know the mysteries they’ll incur while sorting those jeans,
What’s lurking in those pockets may be obnoxious and obscene.

Cowboys and Indians with a stick horse named Rex,
Little Johnny told Tommy my new name is Tex.
He said I’m the toughest desperado this side of old San Antone,
The fastest quick draw that’s ever been known.

Momma calls out, it’s time to come in, it’s time to lay down,
Come in right now there is no need to frown.
So off to their rooms they are sent, so momma can rest,
As they both hug her neck and say you are the Best.


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A Childs Prayer - God We Need To Talk

Tonight as my baby girl started to pray
She said God it's 8 O'Clock, 
And God We need to talk.
She said daddy help me pray, 
And daddy bow your head,
As we knelt beside her bed. 
she said God can you hear me?
Mommy always said you'd hear me,
If I would learn to pray, 
And that you would show me the way.

Well God I don't understand. 
Why you took my mommy away.
Daddy always says i'll understand, 
When I grow up some day.
She said God, you need your son. 
Well I need my mommy to,
And I know that my daddy, 
Would be happier with mommy. 
Cause daddy talks to her, 
And mommy's not even there.

God can you please,
Give my mommy wings, 
So she can come to see us.
She always kept our house clean, 
And God I know, 
She keeps your house clean to.
And God I miss mommy's big hugs, 
Daddy says your son gives hugs to.
So I know if my mommy had wings, 
She could hug me and daddy.

Well God I want to thank you,
For being there to listen, 
And God think about what I said.
And tell mommy that I love her, 
And God I love you to.
Oh just one more thing God, 
Help my daddy stop crying.
Thank you God, Amen, 
Then she turned to me and said,
Goodnight daddy, I love you.

I was still on my knees, 
Beside my little girls bed, 
With tears running from my eyes.
I gave my baby a goodnight kiss, 
And said sweet dreams baby girl.
Then I went to my room, 
And kissed my wife's picture, 
And with tears in my eyes,
I knelt down to pray, 
I said God, We need to talk.


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her name is love

Dear love
i know you wont even remeber what i do
dear love you dont know how much i loved you
dear cupid i found your child 
dear god shes gone wild 
heart is spicy and flavorful never mild 
dear cat lady 
do you dare remeber me?
haha we went to san mateo elemantary 
sock hop heart drop photos of us send me back blissfully
and yet i could bet my breath you never even missed me
i remeber you so perfectly 
standing ther in front of me 
you took me to your house a few times 
to our memory i dedicate these rhymes 
your personification of beauty
is amusing and your your lips are lovely
.... love leigh 
love leigh i adore your adorability
entertwined with your sweet humility
i saved your picture for 4 years
stared at it every day so cheers
so here is the epitomy of my tears
ive drempt these words hundreds of times
with many differnt rhymes just to catch your attention
ive forgotton every one else, you are my exception
too much to mention that i remeber what you smell like
and when im stressed i remeber it to relive my tension
i loved you, and watched you leave
but somwhere deep down, i always belived
that id find you again, but never thought that itd actually be acheived 
you were the first to make me smile and feel my heart race out of my chest toward you
nothing felt more true 
more right more perfect, to have my hand held by you
i can only be your friend but my heart will always have a place for you.


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The Light

~The Light~

I remember the first time
 Voices in my head getting way too loud
Just a little girl unable to enjoy the world around me
I thought there was no way out
Almost took the easy way out
Then I saw something shining at the end of a long dark tunnel
It gave me hope
A reason to believe
As long as I kept my focus on

~The Light~

Thirteen and so very young
Afraid to tell a soul
About the demons in my head
I thought that I had to deal with them 
For myself by myself
Until I slipped and told a friend
Finding out she heard them sometimes too
Helped me feel a little better
It is just too bad she never had a chance to see
Brightness at the end of her tunnel
After she moved away
She just gave up 
Walking away from 

~The Light	~

I felt so bad 
Yet I managed to hide the pain
I always felt inside
Even in my darkest hours
With many attempts behind me 
I kept hoping to see

~The Light~

It is beautiful to see how a family can rescue 
Their fallen 
Just not giving up
Always feeling their unconditional love 
Knowing they were there
It all helped me walk out of that dark tunnel
Embracing

~The Light~

Now I firmly believe it is possible
For the most troubled soul
To find a way out
Without taking the easy way
With love and support
I know you can do it too
As you go through life’s journey
Wherever it may take you 
Always remember to look for and 
Embrace 

~The Light	~

By: Jean Shular


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Mothers

Mothers are truly God’s gift to the world and really for us 
Oh, they will put things out, even a fuss with a simple touch
The essence of their being prevents us from being in a rush
Hear their words of wisdom and one will learn very much
Even as drivers they shift gears without scraping the clutch
Resting a child’s head, they simmer a cry with such a hush
Saving grace, loving us dearly like a hand with a royal flush


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Baby Boy

How I've lost my baby boy.
To a choir of selfish indulgence.
He's been lost inside a bowl.
A bowl of bloody senselessness.
And I watched him wave his fingers high.
Closed his eyes, and slowly died.
And I wept inside my very soul.

So will someone call an ambulance?
To bring my baby back.
For him to slowly wave at me.
For that feeling that I lack.

And my baby boy, I say again.
He's up in heaven, counting sins.
Waiting for that day and then. 
His daddy will come home. 
And sing his songs back to him.
In a tone that he won't believe.
In hopes he will forgive me.

So can someone see this reverence?
Inside my baby boy. 
That shines deep inside his eyes. 
That shines to show his joy.


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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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A Note To the Young Girl On The Other Side Of This World

Hello, Farrah....
It's 7Am here, and cold
Just awoke, with,
Oh, Here We Go Again!
Fever, Pain, Confusion,
And Lots of Other Groovy Things
To Keep My Mind Busy...
Many more people know of you
than a few days ago....
Did you ever hear of Rod Mckuen?
Professional poet/ musician/songwritter-
One of the reasons I love poetry...
Not only will you understand him, you should
enjoy him.....Sorry about your work load....
My French is rusty.....I'm pretty good in geometry though;
received 100% on NYS Regents Exam when young-
an unheard of thing, scores in college of 97-99% for the term's work,
and it seemed easy as pi    (joke- pie, etc....oh, why am I explaining it,
sorry, I forgot who I was talking to.......)  Hope you have a happy day.....write an 
indepth poetic bio??   I'd love it, so would many others....
you are known in literary circles here now, I'd venture to guess....
surprising, the power of words, n'est pas?  Je ne sas pa, rien du tout....pardon 
my spelling and french......it's unused since early 1960's (ancient history)  What 
city are you in?  Ever travel???  A favorite destination???  Any questions about
the enigmatic nature of "Americans?"  We're really well meaning, just sometimes
seems we might misinterpret, or misunderstand things obvious to others (and 
vica versa....) Do you get to see movies???  Need books to read??  I got a library 
of 10,000 books, at least, being handicapped gives me too much time on my 
hands, and my health leaves me precious little of a future to expect.   I have lots 
of funny stories.   I hope you are okay....I never met anyone so brilliant in 57 years 
of living.   Youf friend in poetry, tom."


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Child Prostitutes (2006)

Staring head on in the face
What is happening in each corner of this dreadful place
I don’t want to say rather me that you
I wish there was something I could do
Children for sale just isn’t right
Buts its happening day and night 


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liquid senses

Another unwanted
passes through memories
down mundane streets 
suburbs undaunted

available liquid pass
tempted nostril senses
youth invaded stolen by
unpure pretenses

soft like shreds of life
tears of laughter
preserve treads
to a childhood lost to
hereafter 


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Three in a Booth

It will be her first visit since the day we waved goodbye....

It is spring break !!

It was moving day several months ago...
that she wrapped her small arms around her Grandpa's waist, tearfully
Then turned to me with "I love you" from her small voice"
"I love you more"...I choked, with one last hug...

And then they were gone...
A white van, fully packed, we watched through blurry eyes...heading down the highway
A battered U-Haul, trailing behind.

But at last today is here!...Spring break!!
We are meeting half-way....
Between the two cities so far apart
We are picking her up,  to bring her home......to have her smiles...for just awhile!

Her springtime visit, a school recess
There they are!!  The meeting place we had arranged
And before we know it...she has hopped into our car
And once again...we are heading back home...her suitcases
Her stuffed animals...her smiles and chatter in the back seat of our car.

Lunch time....we must stop for awhile
That cozy diner, that sits out in no-where-land, 
Along the stretch of the Interstate
A place filled with truckers and travelers like us...

The waitress shows us our booth
This child hesitates, ...looks between the two of us
Unable to decide....
"Who would you like to sit with, my love?" I ask.....

When the waitress returns...
Carrying our menus and three glasses of water ...
She is rather startled, as are the other diners..
To find three people tightly squeezed together on one bench
Yet across the table
The other bench remains empty....


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The Face in the Mirror

It’s hard to wake up every morning and see a face in the mirror that so 
resembles the person that hurt you so deep.  
To see the face of that person that causes this 
internal battle you have to deal with everyday.  
The person who truly made you understand that there IS a thin line between 
love and hate.
It’s nearly impossible to look at myself without being overwhelmed with feelings 
of love and hate for her.  I hate her for what she did not only to me and our family, 
but to herself.  I hate her for throwing away so much potential because she 
needed something better.  I hate her because she made us feel like we weren’t 
enough.
And yet this battle rages because while a part of me hates her, 
a part of me will love her no matter what.  
I love her because she can always make me laugh.
  I love her because she always wants to fix everything. 
 I love her because of all the things she has taught me both directly and indirectly.
But still I love her most because no matter what she will always be a part of me.  
But I hate her because no matter what….
I will always be a part of her.
I look into the mirror everyday and see two faces: past and present, 
molded together to form one: mine. 
 And yet no matter how many times I tell myself it’s me in that mirror I can only 
see her. 
 My mother.


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Believe in me

I saw your tears,
I knew something was wrong,
I knew with my mother,
My son didn't belong.
I saw the pain that you held 
deep inside.
I never wanted to leave you,
or ever have to say goodbye.
I chose for you to sleep safe in a bed,
instead of our car,
making sure you were fed,
was most important by far.
I wish I could take all the tears and
sadness away,
to correct all the wrongs and the mistakes that I made.
All you wanted was my approval, my affection and my love,
Yes, I know saying the words, just wasn't enough.
If I could go back in time          
I would have put up a bigger fight 
I would change it all today, 
to make your life a little more kind.
I would be to you all, what a mother should be,
I love you with all of my heart,
I just wish you could see,
All I ever wanted was for my children to believe in me.


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Heart

 I see a darkness in my heart.
A anger that is very great.
 What else of me do I have to part?
This can not be my fate.
 What is child abuse?
That leaves you with so much hate.
 But leaves you with a great bruise.
Even where you can not find a mate.
 And leaves you with nothing but booze.
I just want to strike out. 
 Buddy you let me down.
I just want to scream and shout.
 Buddy you left me so alone.
You said you would protect me.
 But told me I left you.I truste you would be there for thee.
But you left me to flee.
 And now you hate me?


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Been There

A gunshot to the head
A knife to the chest
If this is the only way out 
What happens to the rest
Losing your best friend 
Is no reason to end your life
Suicide is not the key
So put down that gun or knife
Is it that your father 
Is dying from lung cancer
Don't give up now
Because only God knows the answer
Whatever it may be
It's not worth the rest of your life
So please for my sake
Just put down that knife
I may not be your mother
Or even your best friend
But please atleast take notice 
To all the love I send
You are a great person
Inside and out
So please let others see
What you are all about
Trust me when I say
I have been there in the past
Drop the sorrow 
Because your dreams have got to last
I'm not trying to tell you
What to say or what to do
I'm just letting you know
How much that I love you


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my beautiful child

Putting cards in a play box
Treating wise men to joys.
Looking sideways at an old sock
Beating tin cups on toys.

Imprinting faces in the carpet,
Sleeping soundly, bum in the air.

Mum picks me up, loving me quietly,
Hushes me to lulling-land, fingers through my hair. 


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Ceremony

I miss my youth. 
all of the foolish things I did for you
sneaking out, to laugh about absolutely
nothing to the untrained ear
trying hard to feign adulthood
prove my "woman-ness" 
but still a little girl with a big crush
It was the purest form of us
youth, made us deities
you hercules me venus
as we've grown I yearn for
your face and those intelligent
eyes. Your ability to make me laugh
at my southern drawl. When you left
me the last time I 
trained my palate to be northern.
I remain fascinated at your appeal
how you managed to enchant me in our 
youth, I can't give anyone else my heart.
The whole day, decked out in eggshell white
I worried about the end of you.
Saying I do meant saying goodbye forever
A good girl doesn't take more than needed
but I need you
to come back around again
to prove that in my old age
I made a wise decision
locking you in my heart is how it
must be until 
we are deities again
now you are icarus and I am persephone
their plights neither inspire to hope
or dream
In my mind I dream youth
for us
Hoping that we will feel the way
we once did one night
when everything was new and 
led us to be inspired,
to feel king again
Has time passed us by in such a way
that I am begging for youth
to return? 
It was the second longest walk in my life
satin and tulle never felt so much
like lead
He whispered in my ear at the door
we could leave out the side exit
no one would ever know
He watched my youth flash
before my eyes, saw me 
think about the sweetest
thing that I've known
and I thought of us that night long ago
like two little kids trying on their 
parents' clothes
the fun we had
the mess we made
in our youth


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Can We Remain Friends

Been friends all of our lives
Had lover's and lost lovers
We moved in and out of town
But remained  friends
Never told of a secretly held passion of
Never imagine the thought could ever be lived
I was stunned to know of a relationship
 That i couldn't live
So I departed
Then one day I was taken by surprise 
Of lost years 
Of how life had blossom
Still  holding back
The feelings is out of control
It must be told 
How she be setting it off
Like firework on the fourth of july
I can't even tell a lie
I hope we never have to say goodbye
I think i could love her 
Until the day i die


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I miss u(R.I.P Velma j Smith)

I miss you mom,
and I could tell you a million reasons why
the way you use to take care of me
when I was sick or in need at night or day.
and sometimes when I wasn't happy
maybe I'll be depressed,sad,or mad
You would always come to comfort me and make me laugh and smile
I miss u mom
so very,very much
i sometimes just miss u so much until,I'll curve your name in my arm,or just began to 
cry just thinking of u.
I miss u mom,
why did the man above have to take your life away?
i only got to be with u for 9 years that's it
that's not even enough time,for all of the year i got before me without u in my life
I miss u mom.
i sometimes see u in my dreams at night
and in my mind all of the time
i love and miss u a lot
but i try not to think of u that much,because it hurts so bad when i cry a river of 
tears,just for u
but i guess that's a good thing mom
because I'm still loving u and will always love,miss and respect u
even though your gone to a better place...
I MISS U MOM.


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LOVE

Maybe Im 2 blame
Loving you is a shame
Maybe its me 
Hinding my feelings deep with in me
Longing for them to show
But its making the pain grow
Maybe its my fault
Holding my feeling as just a thought
Afraid to tell you
Dont know what you might do
Maybe Im The Reason 
I think loving you is all in a season
Maybe Im Scared
If I tell you that you want be there
My feelings for you grow stronger than ever
Friends say they'll change with the weather
Its been sunny....snowy.....windy and all
But yet my feelings for you havent change at all
Talk to you every night
Yet me manage to allways fight
But some how you change my prespective
So loving you shall me a lesson


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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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mother

Mother i love ,
Mother do you love me ?
Why do we fight ?

Why do you cry ?
Mother do i have to go?
Why mother, why !

Can you see my pain ?
My love for you,
My bond with you.

Mother help me ,
Mother i love you ,
Don't go mother .


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Inga

Called to the furthest end of the pool, she whispered.
There were secrets dripping with cholorine
and the clicking of the filter.

We held our breath for hours
while the sky burned straight through summer
and we left our wake deliberate as we swam the aqua water.

"This is our time", she said
"Don't get it in your head
to rush..."
I was already doing a sad job of an underwater handstand
and lost the tail end of her sentence.

At the end of the day,
red-eyed awake
with hair in purified strands,
I contemplate life
while the memories are fresh 
and I hope that this joy never ends.


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masculine beauty

Beautiful defines your being although you may not think it’s the most masculine meaning 
to describe the feelings I have grown to have even through the good and the very bad 
that we’ve shared none could compare. For every childish misunderstanding you’ve always 
led me back to believing that there’s more to you  than just being a fool. Lets  
continue to grow old together share our pains and laughter, trials and tribulations, 
failures and celebrations. You are and will always be a part of my mental transition 
into the position of higher understanding and appreciation of the meaning of true love 
and friendship.


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depression speaks

the child I used to be
is, nothing like me
now.
happiness disappeared
somewhere 'round my eleventh year.
this mask of despair to replace.
a sadness always upon my face.
my heart, it yearns for so much more.
for love to let me in the door.
but deserving, I've not been,
for love has never let me in. 
I've lost hope, lost my way.
will my road come to end this day?


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Dream Escape

The worlds cruelty fades away
No feeling, no sounds nor light of day
The fragrance of jasmine fills the air
Suddenly a cold heart begins to care
A tear falls down her sad little face
How did she get here in this place
She looks around, then looks above
Only to find everything she''s dreampt of
A world of wonder and kindness and care
A helping hand when she needs someone there
A warm blanket to cover her at night
In the sky there are always doves at flight
A warm embrace on her coldest day
Someone to help her along her way
In this world she knows no pain
There is no cold or even rain
She knows nothing of the worlds harms
Here at peace, in her mothers arms


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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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Hugs

Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.


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A Fathers Promise for a daughter

I promised I’d always love you
From the day of your own birth.
I promise I will love you more
Than anything on Earth.
I promise I will be there
On the day you learn to talk.
I promise I will hold your hands
When you begin to walk.
I promise I will wipe your tears
At the times when you are sad.
I promise I will love you still
Even if I’m mad.
I promise I will do my best
Each and every day.
The joy you give to me is strong
But, there’s one more thing to say.
You are the apple of my eye
You are my little pearl.
I’ll always hold you in my heart
‘cause you’re Daddy’s little girl.


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Train Up A Child

Train Up A Child “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” Prov 22:6 NIV Train up a child— To know the wisdom of God, So that when that child is older, They’ll have good habits to applaud. Your children need your guidance; They know not what is right; They also need a good example, So they can live upright. Train up a child in obedience, So self will not reign; Teach them to love others; From sharing not refrain. Read to your children; Teach them of God’s love, Show them from the scriptures— The promise of eternity above. How you train your child, Will mean life or death; Train your child for eternity— Far more precious than wealth. Teach patience and persistence; These traits aren’t natural, But are essential in life’s journey— To the life eternal. Train up a child— To see what the Lord says on a matter; Show them Christ as the advisor; Our provider and the Savior. Be considerate of your children— They are people too; Always love and cherish them, As your Father loves and cherishes you. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2010 www.maureenlefanue.com


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Happy Mother's Day--God's Blessings to all Women--Your Mother and Mine

Your Mother and Mine
Tis Every woman
Whomsoever helps 
Any children.. anytime

Looks after them
Fixes and gives
them something to eat
Cleans them up... 
to smell sweet

helping them to live
and grow.. 
guiding their ways
Edifying thier lives
Within these earthly days

Your Mother and Mine
Always spending their time
Taking care of any children..
Giving from within their hearts
So Children can go on living
 
helping with childs needs
Fixing up 
their skinned-up knees
helping them 
with their broken hearts
Wiping away tears.. 
helping them cope with fears
Watching them 
grow through the years

As there are many women
Within this world.. Care-giving
Whom is Your Mother.. and Mine
Even some  have children of their own
Some are Grandmothers.. Aunts.. 
Teachers, Preachers, Doctors, Nurses
Any Women.. whom gives tender-love
Even women of the neighborhood tis Mothers

All the women whom tend.. 
to look after any children
whom go out of their way
bringing compassion with smiles 
giving many children..  Love everyday

God's Blessings are giving 
within the hearts of many women
Whom choose to be.. for many children
even when they have their own..
These women are tis as I see..
God's Blessings.. of Many Mothers

There are many children
Whom seek so many women out
Whom they choose to call.. them their Mother
Whom shows them Love.. Tenderheartedly giving
For I know.. this without a doubt
For many children come to my house
They.. as All Children are.. Blessings
God gives in many ways.. all women Blessings of Children

Your Mother and Mine
Children say this to me all the time
Motherly Love.. is giving by God above 

Happy Mother's Day!!! 
To All Women.. 
Even Mother's as Mine whom already gone to Heaven.. 

Dedicated to You.. Momma.. 
as You always be.. My Mother 
and many.. You had given Love.. Tenderheartedly unto
Tis be.. Your Mother and Mine...
                                                 "I Love Momma"


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Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


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The Games We Played

We pace the stone streets now, groping beneath the woolly underbelly
Of the mildewed memories, dried by age, wrung silly,
But they trickle back, malicious memories, bitter-sweet,
of a long time ago, of the old house by the banyan tree.

We searched for hidden secrets in the countless bolts-
the rusty knobs tasted blood-like and knife-cold-
on our patchy kitten tongues, and gooseberry noses.
Iron projections, remember? we leaned against them,
they wobbled against our protruding spines
our faces discovered new expressions
opening, closing, flickering, winking or slow widening-
the dance of summons, the promiscuous eyes play.

Our pantomime childhood, of make-believe-
now we ponder over it and wish, if only;
Too late, the clay has set into the mould.
But it could never have been, too well we know.
We were precocious, cunning and amorous.
Our eyes were never unclouded, but shrouded by the weight-
of knowledge we stumbled upon too early, oh how well we hid it,
with our brown shiny faces, and the melting baby smiles, my love.

We shared marbles, stolen chalks and heartbeats,
and longed for the 5 ‘o’ clock cartoons
As much as we craved for each other.
Remember the awed caresses, the terrifying-
responses we contained, the sighs, so bizarrely grown-up.
The too-short holidays we locked ourselves in my room,
built bed-sheet tents, played Eskimos, slipped in a touch-
biscuit-crumb mouths sought the bony arms.
You became the doctor, I your willing corpse,
laid out for a delicious autopsy, your fingers already maestros,
played my harp, my lute my tremulous taut drum.
You found new roads, uncharted territories running,
wildly into peaks, plains and molten volcanoes in me.

We smelt the ripe watermelon in each other,
the saliva on our breath, the edges of our bitten nails.
We were furry blind caterpillars blindly writhing our way
under the leafy shadows, crushing grapes between molars
spitting questions and seeds into the creamy air and giggling.

Years later we nibbled seedless grapes and mused
on the too white napkins, distracted by the music
the icy lucidity of the cocktails and our own detachment.
Soon we were imprisoned inside chrysalises
near-identical caterpillar bodies became more and more different
the curse of the forbidden fruit which we tasted too early,
 now too awkward to forget-
pierced into our flesh now rigid,
 rotting coconuts-
drifting down the endless river,
you there, me here-
only the skeleton of that insanity
 rattling against to our shells.


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Smile

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


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Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.


When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.


Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile


Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.


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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything


Details | Free verse | |

Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 2/2

Radha’s  Song-   A folk Song of India  2/2

Prelude

This folk song is based on the childhood incidents 
of naughty 8-10 years old Krishna, who use to 
please everyone of Gukul village, Gokul is the 
place where the divine Krishna  was brought up 
by his foster mother Yashoda.  



O,  Please tell me,      what  should  I    do,
Speak a word,  to   extinguish  my worries,
I   cannot   live,                 without   seeing,
The  alluring face of  our  naughty Krishna.  

O,   please tell my friend,                how  should  I  manage it,
What plea and excuse  dear,            I can tell     in my  home,
How to go back to home,           without  Gagariya and Chunri,
Even without water, which would create only difficulties for me. 

Stunned  and mesmerized,  by the magic of our   Krishna, 
I stand here only,        in a state of being sweetly robbed,
Instead of searching my  Chunri and Gagariya,    O Sakhi,
I am trying to touch his alluring image only,   in  the water. 


Ravindra
Kanpur India 26 10 2010

(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)

Clarifications:
*Radha.   Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the   beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna.   Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana  or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a model
lover, a divine hero and the Supreme Being.
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya.  A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat.  Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Michelle

You almost had me,
I wanted you,
The way you stuck to me like super glue,
I was feeling you,
But I knew,
I could never have you,
But, the way you looked at me,
The way my body pleads,
We can never be,
Because I’m too old,
And your only thirteen.


Details | Free verse | |

Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. 

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all


Details | Ballad | |

A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.


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… 


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PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY

It's America’s favorite sandwich spread,
No doubt,
When you ask any kid or adult, what 
They would like in there lunch box.
Natural response good old fashioned P.B. 
And J.
White bread, wheat, whole grain,
It really doesn't matter as long as
 It's creamy or chunky style.
Jiffy to general label just put that
On the table and watch them smile.
Forget about cutting off the crust,
Or any of that fancy stuff.
Just keep your fingers out of the way,
When it comes to feeding a bunch of
Hunger kids just stand clear
Until the inner hunger beast is satisfied.
Then mom can bring in her
Essential tools for clean up detail.
It's been prepared so many ways,
Toasted, fried or even baked,
 Assorted mixtures, layered textures
Some people even put bananas
Or mayo with it.
Myself call it a personal choice,
I like it regular please no extras.
America’s favorite sandwich it's
Stood the test of time.
By the way it's on my shopping list
 Again Peanut Butter and Jelly,
I wonder why?

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Cinquain | |

A kiss of winter

tis cold   		                                                                                              this night so love   			                                                                     clear starry sky behold               		                                                           rainbow around moon above                                                                                         so bold                              							                                                                                                                   the walk                   			                                                                           in snow tis bright                                                                                                  no path not yet we talk                                                                                           frosty vapors intwine in flight                                                                                        then caught      -                                                                                                                          the fire 	 		                                                                                       from hill come sleighs  		                                                                      children bound to conspire             			                                                  the mood now dire first kiss to weigh 		                                                        transpires


Details | I do not know? | |

The inpact of sports

I love to stay involed with my community.One of the ways I do that is by playing 
sports. Playing sports is a great way to meet new people. It’s fun because when I 
go to some of the other high schools I see people from our old teams who you 
are playing against now. Everyone involved in sports here at Mercy High is 
encouraging and supporting. The sports I am involved in are cross country, 
basketball, and soccer.   
	One of the sports I do is cross country. This is the first year I have 
ever done cross country. It has been extremely fun being on the cross country 
team because all the girls on the team are super nice. During every race they will 
be there cheering me on, even if I am the last one too cross the finish line. I think 
that running can be boring, but my parents, coaches and other runners always 
encourage me. The main reason I am doing cross country though is to stay in 
shape for basketball.
	My favorite sport is basketball, which I play in the winter. I have been 
playing basketball ever since I was a second grader. Basketball is my favorite 
sport because I love the way the game is constructed..  Basketball is a team 
sport. You could be the best player in the world but have awful teammates which 
could results in a loss. 
	During the Spring I play soccer. Just like basketball, soccer is a team 
sport. You need to be able to communicate with the other players. I have been 
playing soccer almost my whole life. Soccer is a great sport for anyone to play 
because when you are younger the soccer ball and fields are all smaller. Some 
sports are to hard to play when you are young because you don’t have the 
strength.


Details | Ode | |

For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


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 | Pantoum | |

They Took Away My Innocence

They took away my innocence—
A child, but merely two years old.
My soul left with ambivalence;
I hate myself as I grow old.

A child, but merely two years old—
Abandoned, glossed over, abused.
I hate myself as I grow old;
Completely left confused and used.

Abandoned, glossed over, abused—
Why would a person hurt a child?
Completely left confused and used—
Naïf, so trusting, meek, and mild.

Why would a person hurt a child?
My soul left with ambivalence—
Naïf, so trusting, meek, and mild.
They took away my innocence.

	



Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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 | 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 | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!


Details | List | |

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


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 | Rhyme | |

roses


 this is a poem my daughter savannah wrote 
to me when she was 5, she is now 15.....and 
i have it in a frame on my nightstand.


         i love my daddy

       he smells like roses

       he is so handsome

         when he poses


     i love my dad so much


   by savannah leigh green


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections of Love

To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But at our elderly Age that doesn't mean much.... AAAhhh... The choices and freedoms that age does bring... They open the world of childhood again. This childhood is filled with fantasy and such… Including Dragons, and Trolls alive to the touch. I wish, I wish, you could see them with me. We could laugh at their antics, together you see. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But as my body grows old, my mind’s still young. My husband and I are like the two parts of the moon. He comes from the light side to pull me there, too. His reflections of love keep me there, each day. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But never stop smiling, along the way. It’s your reflection of love that’s given to the world, each day. It makes everything brighter, and everything OK. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. To learn is to find how to give your own reflections of love.
For contest: Reflections of Love


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 | Light Poetry | |

My Teddy Bear Is Only Mine

                                                                 

                                         I have an old teddy bear
                                           and he is only mine
                                        My Teddy is old and worn
                                           but he is still so great
                            He is brown with a red ribbon around his neck
                                      The coat has been some rough
                                      He is not as smooth as before
                                         You can borrow my Teddy
                                           if you are sad and upset
                                            He is very good to hug
                            He's been my friend since the day I was born
                                              And he is only mine





12.01.2013
A-L  Andresen :)     


Details | Limerick | |

The Good the Bad and the Ugly Divorce

Let Him Go (Limerick)

Our mom told us how she chose her beau,
With an “eeny, meeny, miny, moe!”
Of course it didn’t last,
With a choice so half-assed!
But at least it taught the fool to grow!


Child Support (Haiku)

Parental disputes
Had placed us in the middle
Of their divorce wars


Divorce (Couplet)

He left her to fend for us alone, blasé with his remiss,
She chose to break this conjugal bond without marital bliss.


For (Destroyer ((Poet’s ~DIVORCE CLUB~ Contest


Details | Narrative | |

True Valentine

True Valentine
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A lost woman the mirror reflects
Young; and it’s apparent
I can see it in her eyes
No focus and childbearing
Just ass, legs, and thighs in mind
No marriage

If she knew better
Learned better; and
Wanted better,
He would show her a better way of living
Instead of dealing with cowards
Seek a man with moral and merit
He’s stealing your joy
He’s bringing you pain
Removing your youth
He’s playing games

The truth at heart is
Reality should be your first thought
Loneliness is not your fault
It’s a part of life for most
Don’t let it destroy your values 
Just wait,
You’ll find a true love to treasure you.


Details | Verse | |

Mama's Hands

My Mama's hands will never grow old,
No matter the twisted, fickle years.
They've held the brightst gems of joy
And softly dried my childish tears.

My Mama's hands raise the glorious sun
And set the restless stars in the evening sky.
Filled with grace and sultry passion,
Their luminous beauty is quiet and shy.

They danced across the crinkled pages
Of my young and thoughtless life;
Taught me fearless love for children,
And how to be a strong and faithful wife.

With the magic of creative stroke,
With each caring touch and soft caress,
They sowed the seeds of grace and poise
Into ever stitch she made in every dress.

The music of their movements
Will forever play across my mind.  
And, now that I am a woman
I'm not surprised to find...

All her words and thoughtful actions
Spun my life's web of lovely strands,
And her love was always measured
By the gentle touch of Mama's hands.


Details | Ballad | |

A Mother Like no Other

I have a mother like no other...
Never really understood her when i was younger...
To others she was always kind and giving...
Yet to her children she was mostly harsh and controlling...
I have always wanted to know why but never did...
And as i age i often felt like a lost kid...
Constantly searching for love and care...
Something i felt my own mother would not even bare...
Now that she has aged too...
It breaks my heart and makes me shed a tear or two...
To see her old and weary...
Crossed my mind to ask her finally...why mommy?
Then it suddenly dawned on me...i do not need an answer...
For all i have to do is look at her...
Hard and long enough, without any anger...
Think of all the people she kept under her wings...
And be thankful of how they took off and soared...
Because of all the love my mother could afford...
I figured if she has saved a life at our expense...
Then....everything makes sense...


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



Details | Heroic Couplets | |

The Great Clock

The Great Clock

Like the sunrise in the morn,
A babe, a life is born.
For a child, the Lord’s own pride
The door of life has opened wide
Beyond the haze, without a sound
The mighty Clock of Life is wound
Ticking on, into the sun
Until one’s time on earth is done.

The child will have to learn to live
When to take and when to give
He learns to fear, to hate, resent,
But love will help him be content.
Of work and play, a footing’s laid,
Of pains and joys a man is made.
A man who soon will stand alone,
To show the world how he has grown.

But soon the Great Clock quickens pace,
And he looks upon a weary face,
Shining once, but shadowed now,
With sagging cheeks and wrinkled brow.
And looking ‘round him he will see
All has changed, not only he.
Mother, brother, sister, wife,
Beaten by the storms of life.

Beneath the hilltop sod is laid
Other loved ones, passed away.
Of tender feelings once held dear
All will someday disappear.
For Time, like the healing sea
Wishes all painful memories free.

For it is better to think of things to come.
Rather than of things which have come and gone.
For the past is dead, all life’s ahead,
And the great Clock, ticks on!

Thomas J. Rauens
(Written in 1968)


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Midnight Lullaby

I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.

You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.

We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.

When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.

Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.

You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.

Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.


Details | Free verse | |

A CHILDS WREATH




A child, I remember the door decorated by a fir circle,

Circle that it was, it always was fresh and new.

New as the season, new to accent this place.

Place now the wreath, the circle of green,

Green to remind us of a coming Spring.

Spring, when the snow is swept away by water,

Water which proclaims  our baptism in the Lord.

Lord of All, Bethlehem's wreath of promise...brought to us by A Child.


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Lyric | |

COOKIE MONSTER

There's a Cookie Monster 
Somewhere in my house
Cookies are disappearing
Too quick to be a mouse
Yesterday the jar was full
Is there something wrong
Tonight the jar's half empty
Where have cookies gone
I search from room to room
With a flashlight in my hand
I'm down to one last room
Where sleeps my little man
So I quietly open his door
Like a spy I sneak inside
In bed sleeps Cookie Monster
He's not even trying to hide
Crumbs still on his cheeks
And icing still on his lips
A huge smile across his face
He's dreaming chocolate chips

*Missed the contest but still did a monster poem

Date: 10-14-14


Details | Free verse | |

Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Tone In Her Voice

The tone in her voice told me I had gone to far,
the tear down her cheek another scar 
inflicted upon an already bruised loving heart.

The look in her eyes cause me to shudder,
the clench of her jaw arouses a twitch of her lip,
to quell and dissipate words she would love to spew,
but will not,
instead, scream into deep recesses of her brain.

The stoop of her shoulders, hands balled into fists drilled into her waist
with legs spread taunt, 
all positive signs to find an escape route.

As I turn and crawl away I hear her say,
if you were not a baby, there would be the devil to pay.

There was not anything I could say,
at nine months,
language was scheduled for another day,
so I just went about my way,
next time I see mom, she will give me a hug, everything again okay.

Until the next time.


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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


Details | Free verse | |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


Details | Free verse | |

When we were young

We run when it rains

We lie on the ground

And stare at those stars

You said its 5000 stars up there

And I was eight

And believe you of course

You were nine that time


Two years after that I asked you

I say

"How did you know"

Then you said 

"know what"?

About the stars, 

"I count it", she said

"I dont believe you", I said

Then you say:

"I dont care, you want some ice cream"

Then we both walk towards your place

It was cold that time

And your father was on the terrace

Smoking his half lighted cigarette

And said  hi to him

He said hello

Vanilla that was the ice cream

You manage to stretch your hand

And made a loud sigh when you at last

had a grip on the ice cream

I remember sitting

While watching you preparing

A two scoop of ice cream for me

And just one for you

"We need to be equal" , I said

"Whats the point?", she said

"Nothing, its not fair for you", I said

"It is fair, because Im on a diet

I want to be a model someday.

And you need to eat more

Cause your going to be 

my bodyguard" she said








-comments please mate- TY 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


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


Details | Acrostic | |

Easter EGG, Abecedarian: with egg shape-

                            
                          =====
                       April Aroma...
                     Beckons Beauty.
                   Come Children!!!....
                 Daisies Daffodil.........
               EASTER EGGS EVERYWHERE
                Fun Filled Freedom.......
                  Giddy Giggly Games...
                    How ya' Hangin'???
                       Just Jolly Joey!
                           =====

              HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!!


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Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 1/2

Prelude

This folk song is based on the childhood incidents of  8-10 years old Krishna, who use to
please everyone of Gukul village by his loving playfulness.  Gokul is the place where the
divine Krishna was brought up by his foster mother Yashoda about 5000 years back.  

Radha’s  Song-   A folk Song of India  1/2

When the golden rays of Sun peeped,
From behind the hanging dark clouds,
My mind bloomed touching the rays,
As flowers bloom seeing the Sunshine,

O my friend, I came to Punghat*,
To collect water from the   river,
And was about   to dip and fill it,  
In my empty earthen, Gagariya*,

Suddenly   Krishna,*    appeared   there, 
From where,   I do not know,      Sakhi*,
My Gagariaya*,  slipped from my hand,
Even my Chunariaya* also drifted away,

Now, how to go home tell me, my friend,
Without,         the water pot and     water,
From where,     I can get my Chunariaya*,
To cover myself,       before I reach home.

Such  is the magic of Krishna &  his  flute,
They enchants our  mind & heart,    Sakhi,
O, even  I hear,     the melodies of his flute,
When he is nowhere, around me, O Sakhi,

You   also   feel,         as   I  feel,  for  our  dear  Krishna,
Suffering as I suffer, still smiling in our hearts my friend,
Does the melodies,                of his ever enchanting flute,
Lives in your mind and heart,   like me,              O, Sakhi.

Ravindra
Kanpur   India    23 10 2010
(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)
Clarifications:
*Radha.   Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the   beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna.   Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana  or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] 
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya.  A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat.  Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend


Details | Kyrielle | |

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"~


Details | Personification | |

Me And You






        ********

Do I see the thing's
           In Love...
   That I truly see
           In You
Are You My Love
Could this dream'
  Really be true


           Poet Author
           Gary Fields


Details | Ballade | |

LUCKY GIRL

From the dust and dirt of this little town
In this old saloon since I was a child 
You'd come in calling me your lucky girl
Your sweet attention, oh it drove me wild

I remember when I was that little girl
Dreamed there was a prince just for me
You'd ride up on your horse and rescue
With strength and courage.. set me free

I grew up fantasizing we'd get together
I'd be the hand dealt that you would play
You'd hold my secrets, keep my thoughts
I'd be the only winner, what do ya say..

I'm dying inside to be your lucky girl
And if I was there'd be nothing more
Nothing more that I would want to do
Than share my sweet luck with you

Yeah, I'd share my luck in the mornings
share it in the meadow and in the woods
I'd share my luck in the evening time
In the moonlight, boy.. It would be good

I'd share my luck while I'm still young
You're amazing, wild flower..  I would be
When we'd grow old you'd still feel my luck
Every time you'd make love to me
Make love to me

I'm dying inside to be your lucky girl
And if I was there'd be nothing more
Nothing more that I would want to do
Than share my sweet luck with you

Share my sweet luck with you..
Make love to me

Contest: Jerry's  "A Town Called Rotgut"
Date: 7-28-14
Poet: Lyric Man


Details | Free verse | |

The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of
SPACE FOR RENT.

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.


*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.


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The rain which brought me back to my childhood

The rain which brought me back
To my childhood


It is heavily raining, while I am writing these lines.


Opposite my house it was raining all around,
I could see only rains and the showering clouds every where
Loaded with the rain drops and water to engulf everything.
A Street female dog with its two puppies
Was lying on a small gravel heap to protect her puppies,
The more she tried to take them under her small belly
More the rain started flooding the roads and even the footpath.
 My wife was asking me to do something to protect,
The female dog and her two small puppies or else they die.

Taking small umbrella of my wife on my head, 
I took a thick polythene big bag and cut it to
Cover a bigger area to protect the road female dog and the puppies and
Came out of my house gate in bathroom slippers only,
To feel and touch the beauty of rainwater,
Once again after many- many years.

After crossing the road I reached near the dog
When I look into her eyes, the female dog was telling a different story,
The language of silent thanks I could read in her eyes,
As she was helplessly trying to protect the puppies
Without anything to support her thoughts.


After stretching the polythene on them 
And putting two three small bricks on both ends
I felt a sigh of relief from the coverage of the dogs.

My wife became really happy, when she saw, 
The puppies and the female dog under a sheet of protection,
The joy and satisfaction in her eyes was bigger than that of me,
Because, animals and birds are always,
Her greatest weakness and strengths too.

While crossing the road to reach my house back
I touched and faced the waves of rain water 
Touching my foots and my legs too and they were
Forcing me to remain there, to experience water streams,
Running on the roads, when it rains so heavily.

In those memorable moments,
I really wanted to take a paper boat like a child
And to throw them on the water running all around me 
For a moment I was in my real childhood days.

O thank you God and thank you O Nature and your lovely rains
For giving me an opportunity to once again
Be in my childhood days.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 30th June 2011 2.00 pm. IST

The Photo of the female dog with its puppes, which I took when the Rains were 
over is placed on face book page
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/photo.php?fbid=196894523694537&set=a.114474218603235.25716.100001219732381&type=1&theater


Details | Free verse | |

Letter to Mother - If I die before I wake

~ Letter to Mother ~ If I die before I wake To my mother I would write I never understood why you were so cruel ~ or why you had an iron fist rule Why you beat me till black and blue ~ for something as simple as not tying my shoe Why you were always enraged ~ why interest in my life you never engaged Why did I get the worst of the abuse ~ when I was the best behaved and did as you told me to Why did you fight to win custody back ~ when maternal instincts you knew you lacked Your torment instilled in me ~ fear, depression, insecurities, and anxiety This is the reason my judgment was flawed ~ mother you should be appalled Even though it was horrific living through this ~ I love you and for your pain to be healed I always wished Even though my body will be gone ~ Even though you may morn My heart is no longer scorn ~ I thank you for being born My life resulted in the lives of more ~ Lives that I love and adore This is the greatest gift you have given me ~ I don’t want or ask for more... I'm FREE Lay


Details | Rhyme | |

Welcome To Grandparents Day

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.


Details | Ode | |

For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


Details | Narrative | |

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


Details | Romanticism | |

The Intensifying love story

The Intensifying love story by 
Madhavi.S.Pagare
 
I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing 
Persona.
As you are my first love.
Who lighted my heart with full of pride and 
joy.
Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life.
Who relieved my pains and took sorrows 
as boon.
You made me fall sick in your love when I 
see your madness.
I like the way,
The way you gazed at me and my smoky 
eyes.
The way you smiled at my mystifying and 
enigmatic appeal.
The way you every time praises me.
The way you galvanized me and proved 
the meaning of life.
You are the one,
Yes, you are the one who aroused my 
feelings, my emotions.
Yes, you are the one who explored my 
passion of love, flaming in my charismatic 
soul.
Yes, you are the lovely treasure which god 
had baptized me.
Yes, you are the one who turned the page 
of my life.
Eureka, I found my true love!!!!
Bewilderedly I did not know, where is my 
love taking me to ??
But still I like the way,
Like, the way you clutched me into your 
arms.
Like, the way you kissed my palms.
Like, the way you hugged me, caressed 
me.
Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on 
my lips.
Like, the way you tickled me on my neck.
Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks.
Like, the way you holded me up towards 
the sky.
Like, the way when you inspired me to fly 
so high.
Tears dropped from my eyes and the very 
next moment I realized that it is my 
sensational love. My true love. Then I 
decided that no one had right to do this 
except you. If you want to know the 
reason?? If yes??
Yes, because I seriously fell in love with 
you.
Yes, because you are the one to whom god 
had assigned me to.
And here comes the Swifted instance 
when??
When, the moment you wore the golden 
ring in my finger and I was happily waving 
around.
Just can’t forget the time when our long 
lasting friendship turned into lifetime 
relationship.
It was just the blooming of two lover’s 
indicating the herald of the marriage. It 
means a lot for any girl in this amazing 
world.
And yes, you will always find my heart 
topped with love showered only for you. 
For you!!
And till my last breathe, my heart beats, 
beating for you, only for you SUYOG!!
In fervour I wanted you to be mine forever, 
forever.
We both sojourned in each other soul so 
deeply that we just can’t wait for a single 
second, unless and until, we share what is 
running in our mind. It’s just because we 
are so much accustomed to each other 
now. 
I Love you, adore you, adore you forever 
my Love.


Details | Rhyme | |

REAR RUB

There comes a time when we all begin 
  to challenge the authority above.
Whilst we may know that we committed a sin
  they still discipline us because of their love.

I remember just such a time
  when Mom was the challengee and I was the challenger.
It was freezing and to be outside was a crime
   yet, when she wasn't looking, I secreted myself out the door.

Of course the S_ _ _  hit the fan
  as she saw me bundled up out there.
Window raised she called out, "DAN!"
  enough to give me a scare.

In those days the timeout was nonexistent
  and the corporal would be felt.
But the length and means of its extent
  I would only know as she wielded that belt.

Like a windmill turning in great arcs afield
  my little frame seemed to go.
Trying to get away from that swatting wield
  was all I wanted to know!

"YES, MOTHER!  YES, MOTHER!  YES, MOTHER!"
  was all that I could say.
Hoping against hope that she wouldn't tell father
  when he came home at the end of his day.

This is one of the darkest memories
  that I've had since I was about four.
Sometimes I think about those strokes that stung like bees
  because I had sneaked out that door.

Yet, it was a mother's love for me
  that prompted her disciple so severe.
As I have grown older the why I could see...
  and sometimes still rub my rear!


Details | Verse | |

michelle



                    Michelle ~
                        my sister we have been through life suffered loss
                 you making conscience effort to make amends for past

                         Je Taime Cheri  ~
                Michelle~                
                    my sister finding her own path without orders 
                 never have I left your side knowing in time you will see

                   
                             so proud to be called yours 
                    Michelle ~my sister
               Loving you always unconditionally 

              we all stubble and fall on this ridged road 
                      Michelle I love you 
                                    not enough told ~


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Free verse | |

The Bulldog Returns From College

Face flush with the cold,
She comes, with the wind laughing at her back
Across our threshold once more, 
And in moments it is as though she'd never left.

Every room brightens invisibly with her prescence
As she moves here and there in her easy ways,
Dispelling discontents with artless word and act
As drops of clear oil will still a pond disturbed by wind.

     She is fully unconcious of her gifts,
     And so they radiate from her with undiminished power.


And now, exhausted from relentless work and scholarship
She lies asprawl on her old bed,
Dear old cat cradled in one arm,
Cooing softly in her sleep like a dove,
Just as she did when small,
An eternal yesterday ago.

And what can I do with that,
Save retire to my own room and glow?


Details | Free verse | |

Walayee Who - My Poetry Soup Bio

Walayee Who? She's just thirty two Wasn't trained to write in school In her life she wears many shoes Challenges just about any rule Has 2 daughters and they are cool Divorced once; no longer a fool Inspiration for writing is to reveal the cruel Her mission is to defend She tells her story for your children To open eyes to this enormous sin To protect them from predatory men The one's who rape and abuse them This is real no one can pretend When your child speaks, listen They may be afraid to mention So Please Please Pay Attention Lay


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.


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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!


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I will always have faith in you

 Light my world with fantisies
For there shall be a day in a life 
Where the stars smile so bright 
cause I see your smile 
and I know my day will be all right 

cause your right there next to me 
as I go on my first day of school 
it may not be as easy as I thought it would be but 
I know your right there next to me 
And I smile at the thought of you smiling as I sing this song to you
I've always knew just what to do 

Someday I will be a superstar 
I will give us the life we never had
we will be a happy little family
no matter what I do I will always try 
cause I am not giving up on the lady who gave me life 

Cause your right there next to  me 
As  as I go off to high school 
 It may of got a little better since you been away 
I smile at thought of you looking down at me and saying "im proud of you, im proud of who you became, my sweet little angel 
is growing up" 

I am not letting go of what I used to have 
I am just being happier cuz I know its what you would want for me 

So look back at all we have been threw 
Its your time to shine and give that girl what she derves 
I have grown but she is still so young 
I will be there soon enough 
I only got a few years to go 

So while I am away
Make sure her happiness is still with you 
She  will love you forever just like I do
Cause I see your smile a thousand miles away 
I know we will meet again 
So for now I will remember 
that smile on tuesday night 
tucking me in and telling me "goodnight" 

cause your right there next to me 
as I am coming home
I have my own little family now 
We are coming to visit and say hello to you my dear 
I see that smile as I am driving home 
its been a long time since ive seen your beautiful smile

So dont forget that I love you 
I have always been here to help you understand how a kids heart 
can change so fast whens they have been threw a lot 
Someday they will tell you thank you 
I have a learned alot from you 
I dont know what or who I would be 

So I want you to understand that you dont have to be here for me 
I trust in you 
Like you can never see 
I can hear you saying "I love you" 
I have always had faith in you 
I hope you know you will always be in my heart


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sweet Short Poem After lengthy Thought

Ava
Tot for Tat


Details | Free verse | |

White Shoulders

I am her child again...
I'm wearing my pink flannel pajamas, the ones with tiny roses.
I'm curled up in the middle of her big four-poster.
And watching her dress for the party.
She has just fastened the clasp of her gleaming white pearls
It isn't often that she has an occasion to wear her pretty lace dress
The dress that shows off her porcelain white shoulders  
        
The most exciting thing my parents usually do.. 
                                            is to go to the movies. 
Watching Errol Flynn, as he swash buckles his men through the Sherwood forest.

But tonight is special! They are dressing up!
And she looks so beautiful!
She has pink cheeks, and red lips, and her hair is shining in auburn curls.
Oh!  How different, how wonderful, my mother looks tonight!
When only an hour ago, she was standing at the kitchen sink,
                     wearing that threadbare apron
Tonight she looks like one of those Hollywood ladies
           that grace the cover of her Photoplay magazines!

She's slipping on her high heeled shoes, 
           then she reaches for her White Shoulders perfume.
"Here, darling girl", as she reaches over to me
               and puts a dab under each of my ears.
She kisses my forehead, and says  
 "Be good for Grandma".....
          "See you in the morning. Love you Sweetheart. Sweet dreams".

She tucks me in, turns off the light...
 and I am her child again, 
    safe, and warm, and filled with the knowledge that I am loved
            drifting away on a cloud of White Shoulders.......
                           
Oh...to be loved like that just one more time....
                   of being wrapped in the fragrance of her love

                            Oh...    if only for a moment I could be her child again.....



---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
("White Shoulders" was my mother's favorite scent to wear...


Details | Ballade | |

Our Jakob

Our Jakob

I’ll tell you a little story
About a little boy, I know
He has a mind at ten years old
That has a kind of glow
That says, “this boy’s intelligent”
He’s got something to say
He glows with curiosity
And learns more every day.

He has this sense of fairness
He’ll never let you down
And with his sense of humour
Each time he sees you frown
He’ll put a smile back on your face 
We love him oh, so much
This boy, he has a way with him
A kind of magic touch.

He be my one time only friend
He’s only ten years old 
And yet he has a heart so big
And made of purest gold
No matter where this boy goes to
My heart, it will go with him
I guess I’ll love my grandson Jake
Until my light grows dim.

30 July 2013 @ 1757hrs.







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Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



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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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


Details | Crystalline | |

Where Once There Was...

Where once there was a small boy and girl,
Two fine companions there unfurled

No longer simply sweet, they grew
Into adults both strong and true.

This occured, I'm unsure how;
They left me, well contented now

To make their way upon this Earth,
Well assured of their intrinsic worth.

This is the way of all offspring,
To fly, and let us sigh and sing.


Details | Acrostic | |

Aub

I miss you Baby, Girl....
Every day, I do.


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 | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Senryu | |

Quit Running

mom say's
quit running !!!!
  {walk}


Details | Rhyme | |

Gramma's Button Tin

My Gramma as I called her, probably seemed no different than most,
But to me she was the very best, sorry - I really have to boast.
She had grey hair, was fairly stout and always wore a dress,
A waft of lavender to this day, makes me smile, I must confess.

She was a proud woman who stood only 5 feet 3 inches tall,
Her lap was my favourite place to be, when I was very small.
Gramma died after having only 19 birthdays, she was 80 years old,
Her birthday was on leap year and 1900 never had one, so I’m told.

I was so lucky my Gramma lived in our small Ontario town,
I spent lots of time with her, sleeping on her bed of down.
When it was time for me to nap, she’d rock me in her chair,
Quietly humming in my ear and rubbing my long brown hair.

For fun I’d use her old iron, pressing all her dusting rags,
Never told me it would not get hot, it was on its last legs,
She’d thank me for my help and compliment me on my skill,
Then we’d move on to watering plants sitting on the windowsill.

She used to make beautiful pottery and she’d let me mold the clay,
Oh, my favourite times with Gramma, were when we’d sit and play
She had this magnificent button tin, which may sound boring to some,
But we’d sit and study each button dreaming where each one came from.

Some were from fancy dresses while others had adorned shoes,
I would listen so contently, my concentration I would never lose.
She’d talk of far away places, telling me how others had to live,
And why compassion was important, she said I had so much to give.

No other person in my life has influenced me as much as she did,
She taught how to be kind and good, beginning when I was a kid.
Although I really should not say this, but I just cannot tell a lie,
She spoiled me with love so great, I was the apple of her eye.



For Memories of Grandma Contest
Sponsor Carol Brown
*Placed First*

Written July 29, 2011



Details | Rhyme | |

RIP Baby "Angel"

Hush little baby, sleep in peace, and know
That one day will all meet, by your
Side will hold you high, until that day
Spread your wings, and be our Angel
In the sky, even though our question
Remains at why, the moment you left
Tears struck our eyes, Baby boy we
Hear you "Tell mommy and daddy not
To cry keep me safe in your Hearts"...
For my Baby nephew who lived 2hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Most Memorable Christmas Gift

It was many years ago that I sat there on the floor
With Aunt Allie and my cousins, we knew what was in store.
The clan was gathered there around the Christmas tree
Just eagerly awaiting their Christmas gifts to see.

There was Billy Joe and Grady Earl and pretty Bonnie Lou
I can’t remember Martha  – She might have been there too.
All these kids, aged six to nine, were very close to me
And when you saw just one of us you’d see two or three.

Now, Christmas gifts at my house were opened Christmas eve
But presents in aunt Allie’s home, were saved  ‘til morning, don’t you see.
I’d had my Christmas presents; there were quite a lot.
So I’d gone on down to Auntie’s to see what they all got. 

They took turns opening their gifts – around the room they’d go.
The first one up was Bonnie Lou – ladies first, you know
Bonnie gave a gleeful shout and raised her present high,
Just what she’d wanted for so long -- a portable hi-fi.

Grady Earl was next to see what Santa had in store,
He left cousin Grady skates that he’d been savin’ for.
Billy Joe was anxious to see if it were true
That if you had not been real good, it’s switches there for you.

Well, Billy didn’t have to wait too long to find what was in store
A box as big as China was coming through the door.
Now generally big boxes meant something really good
And when they opened up this box, a new bicycle stood.

All this Christmas giving went on an hour or so
When people began watchin’ me and started talkin’ low.
They tried to look so normal as they continued on
When I heard one kid whisper, “There’s nothin’ here for John.”

I’d opened presents earlier and I thought that they all knew
I was only there to witness, not to gather me a few.
It was not long, I’d say; just a minute, maybe two --
Someone handed me a package, saying, “John, this is for you.”

Something wrapped in tissue was now held in my hand –
I really tried to protest – They didn’t understand.
Their love for me was genuine and, me? – I felt the same.
They were somehow embarrassed that no gift bore my name.

I pulled away the ribbon from the tissue they’d prepared --
I know their love was all wrapped up in what was lying there.
At first it was puzzling as I looked into their faces,
For lying there was a brand-new pair of simple shoelaces.

Though I didn’t understand it on that day so long ago
The meaning of the laces continues to grow and grow.
Innocence was present then and few will now recall --
Young minds can seldom comprehend the meaning of it all.

 Sweet memories of Christmas past now fill the summer air
As I stand here looking down at the marker lying there.
Bill and all the other kids have now all gone away,
But the meaning of the shoestrings comforts me today.

Written by John Posey
12/16/12


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Be Not Juliet

But fiction you are, our Juliet, unborn,
mere humans find love so hard to portray, 
thus leading many to their death, astray,
fear not a Romeo is born each day.
Childless children be not to death forsworn. 
Why leave the bloom of youth in this dark way?                                  
To these false examples swear not, allay ...
these foolish gestures and stay unmourned.
What care true love for false sacrifice's knife 
or petal poisons made by perverse form,
live and brave the days with courage cajoled.
Oh, waylay the cowards path, leave your grief,
for grief will come to all within life's storm;
live a full life linger for life is gold.


Details | Ballad | |

Princess Angelina

Princess Angelina

Princess Tinsels baby daughter
Has grown up quite a bit
And my, oh, my, she’s beautiful
Oh, she has all of it
A heart of gold, a lovely form
And she’s so full of bliss
Her name is Angelina
So very sweet she is.

She has a way with animals
That seems at times like magic
She loves all people, all of them
And when their days are tragic
She’ll give them the milk of kindness
She has the healing touch
And even gnomes and bitter demons
They all love her so much.

Angelina, she is loved
By all who hear her name
Folk they come from miles around
To see this girl of fame
One day she will be their queen
And it is plain to see
That when she takes that station on
A wondrous Queen she’ll be.

6 September 2013 @ 0535hrs.


Details | Nonet | |

Tiny Hands Of Love





                                    On tiny hands of innocence sweet
                                    A baby bird sits perched to eat
                                    While tiny hands remain still
                                    The scene is so surreal
                                    Baby bird flies home 
                                    Taking prints of
                                    Tiny hands
                                    Big love
                                    Shown


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Narrative | |

Miserable Marriage

Dint of darkness running in my blood  
A Love less marriage in the pool of mud 
Heathen Heart and a crying soul 
Filthy promising -lies  untold 
Blinded by your Vampire Love
Is it something that I deserve ?
I ran for your Love and you for my money !
This hum drum game is no longer funny !
Let me depart from your ludicrous life
Stop calling me your miserable WIFE . 


A lot of poets in this forum can relate themselves with this 
miserable condition .


Details | Free verse | |

The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



Details | Free verse | |

The Teen

How do you say you love them?
They declare they don’t need you.
Then they ask if their clothes are clean.
You fix their lunch, and then they tell you to go away.
You give them lunch money so others won’t see you’ve fixed their lunches.
You give them the car, yet they won’t call to say they’ve arrived safely.
You tell them to pay attention when driving, but learn with the first real scare.
They say they can drive, then will wreck the car in the first year of solo driving.
They hug their girlfriends, but don’t want you around.
They need you in troubles, but can’t stand you in peace.
They go beyond the limits, then sneer at your demands.
They need help but won’t listen to your advice.
They need help but will try to do it all alone.
They want to be on their own, but depend on you.
They go off alone, but will keep coming back for yet a while.
They love you but will never say so.
They hate the situation they’re in, but aren’t ready to leave.
They think they’re ready for everything, but they’re not.
They think they’re ready to be alone, but the world won’t let them be.
I love my teen and will worry when he finally leaves.
His relief will be tinged with fear.
He will always be welcome back home, but may not come.
I will miss him and he will miss me, though he will never admit it.
He thinks I don’t understand how things are today, because I’m old.
Technology changes, but the emotions of growing up are always the same.
Needing to go forward, but feeling trapped remains the same with each generation.
Being held back by time, conventions, laws, and rules never changes.
I understand, they’re just too young to realize that I do.
I do understand, because I’m already standing in the world he wants to enter.
You will know they care after they’ve left home and call home to hear your voice.
Someday they may even come home, kiss you, and say thanks.

Contest: Coming of Age  2nd place


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My Best Friend

My best friend
Is your best friend too!
He died for me;
He died for you!


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Jesus' Birthday

I think about my life and what I've become.
Why don't I have a wife and why I'm still on the run.
I think if I'd done better, things would be easy for me.
Life just can't be this hard. Why are my goals so hard to see?
How do I become a movie star? How do I live in fame?
Maybe if I was famous, my life wouldn't seem lame.
Scrounging up some change for some milk at the store.
Lawn furniture in the living room, my room's bare without a door.
Christmas time is coming, I can't afford to buy gifts.
Blankets all around me as the cold weather shifts.
No ride to the store, just my own two feet.
I hear laughing all around me with every person I meet.
The only way to survive or to get things for me,
is to take without permission or hope for your sympathy...
This isn't my life,but I know this to be true.
We need to be kinder to those around, a lot less fortunate then you.
Jesus says, as much as you've done to one of these, you've done unto me.
Remember that, when others need your help, and you pretend not to see.
Christmas is coming, but you need to think of it this way.
It's not just a day of candy and gifts, it's Jesus' birthday.
Remember what all he did for us, and how he payed the ultimate price.
Maybe the next time you come across these people, you'll remember to be nice.
Jesus Christ, for you, I'll try harder each day.
It's the way I can give you a present on your wonderful birthday!!!


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A Confession to Tell

I have a confession to tell
and I don't know where to start.
It is something I have hidden
for many years.
Something I wouldn't let myself have.
I've had many fears about this.
Fear you would reject me.
Fear of disappointing you,
of hurting you in some way.
I denied this for so long,
it became the norm.
I tortured my soul over it,
for so many years.
I want you both to know
how much I love you
and I would never do anything
to intentionally hurt you.
You both gave me so much
even when we didn't have much.
You both did a great job raising me
and I think I turned out okay.
You taught me good life lessons,
a hard work ethic, honesty, and loyalty.
Up until now, I have led my life
the way I did for fear
you would disapprove of me and
that would be too much for me to bear.
I then realized, I wasn't truly happy.
I wasn't being me.
During this time, I met someone,
who made me very happy.
They saw the real me hiding inside
and loved me for it.
I now know true happiness.
I have debated and contemplated
in my mind of how to tell you both.
It is something I could
never imagine doing before.
I didn't know how to tell you
no matter how much I wanted to.
I want you to know
that you did nothing wrong.
I love you both very much.
Please don't think any less of me
because of this, but...
Mom, Dad, I'm gay.


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JANUARY START OF NEW DAY

(1 January 2013 – 12:01AM)

By this first day of the year 2013
I am asking anyone to forgive me if I have things done that hurt you. 
I was sudden with the firecrackers
Sounds of bullets flying in the air
This is becoming a culture
That by the end and start of the year there shall be having a gun fire
Is this so not to put a gun as inutile?
I have no new year’s resolution at hand 
But I wanted to do my best to change whatever things needed to be changed. 
Oh God please witness my changes to manifest in my entire being 
from good to very good, from ordinary to extra ordinary and from evil to no evil. 
Let me love memories of 2012 that I have
Please forgive me God through everyone’s forgiveness.
I love everyone and someone. 
Thank you God! 


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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!


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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.


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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.


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Stuck On You

braces interlocked - told him no kissing


Details | Ballad | |

Loosing A Child

It hurts very much,
When the one's you love,
Are ripped from your very life,
It makes you feel as if,
You are not up to being,
The person you should be,
In this dreary everyday world,
That can be so cruel.
So, think about how your life,
Is running it's very course,
And what changes you need to make'
To better your life,
In order to see the happiness,
Of keeping the beautiful thing,
You have created,
And brought into this very world,
So, you can keep this child,
Close to you in your life,
And watch it grow,
To bond with them each and everyday,
So, the child will never grow up,
knowing someone else,
As Mom and Dad,
Pushing you away from their life,
Till the day,
You will be totally gone,
From their hearts and minds,
Which is the sign of disaster all the way,
For it will be the hurt of a lifetime.


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Relation Between Teacher And Students

Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….


Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….


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Good Night Darling

Lift your head 
and look ahead

Theres so much in stall 
For all who are small 

Dont be afraid my dear 
because mummy will always be there 

I'll cuddle you all night 
When you cant handle the fight

Till you fall asleep 
and you no longer feel weak 

The way your blonde hair glistens in the dark 
I lie here and feel the beating of your heart 

Your fragile skin 
and determination 

gives me a new spark of life 
in the middle of the night 

I suddenly feel a new strength within 
to continue to be the best mum in all of creation


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The toy collector

Toy collector:

He holds the bear gently in his old wrinkled hands as he gazes into its kind beaded eyes. The toy collector sees love lined in its double stitches and his childhood in the busted toys smile.

There stitched in black thread he can hear the sound of a child laughter, happiness, and growth reviving his memory of youth, like a jolt of life to an empty vein.

The years have passed freely, almost fleeting by. He had no more time to play in grassy school yards or hide from girls wearing satin dress, he had to grow up. The boy eventually turned into a man and was forced to pack away his toys regrettably into a wooden box.

There they sat in the attic awaiting the return of their beloved friend while he aged slowly into an adult.

High school came and went, college, even marriage but unfortunately he was never blessed with his own child. No one to share in the lined pleats of his own childhood. All of this he now recognizes in the bears sandy eyes.

The toy collector hands his most prized procession to his wife, a dazed look covering his forlorn face. 

She takes his withered hand and speaks gently in his ear.
“All the memories in the world could never replace the love between a man and his bear.”

“Yes, but even the toy collector eventually grows to old and must let go.”
He replies in woe.

His thin lips force a smile as he repacks the boxes that escaped him long ago and in the early morn of the next day he patently sits alone outside for a bus to come.

The driver honks her horn and greats him with a warming smile.
“Are all of these toys for our orphanage?”

The toy collector regrettably nods.
“Things have been pretty rough but this will surly lift there sprits up.”
She confesses as she gently grabs a random box.

As she stacks them one by on into the now cluttered van his bear falls onto the pavement below.

Unable to pick it up he wrinkles his brow with great sadness.
Suddenly the passenger door opens revealing the face of a young girl and as she draws near she extends her hand and clutches the bear.

“Did you find a friend little Lou?”

His heart melts as she kisses the teddy gently then smiles.
“thank you.”
The child coos softly.

The toy collector lives in the toys he collects, but the man lives forever in the bear the child now possesses.






























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Inevitable Bear

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

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


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Grandpa tribute to grandfathers everywhere

Grampa? It’s a question usually posed with an inquisitive frown On an angelic face with large, limpid eyes And whatever I’m doing, I stop and put down Peer sagely over bifocals and look grandfatherly wise “Can you fix this grampa,” shy tentative pleas Red plastic toy held out in soft delicate fingers Tear tracks on pink cheeks, scraped, dirt darkened knees Touches deep to my heart, on child’s face my gaze lingers Sad, liquid eyes under brows scrunched and worried Timid, flowerlike smile slowly blossoms on small face My broken toy examination, slow and unhurried Parts and pieces put back together with exaggerated grace Rose bud lower lip, bitten by tiny white teeth With young brow furrowed with intense concentration A wondrous thing, this childhood belief Mouth morphs to O shape in amazed celebration Grampa’s done it again, that ingenious ‘ol geezer By fixing the toy has come through in the clutch I’m arthritic, and smell funny and I’m a puffer and a wheezer A pushover when she whispers, “gramps I love you so much” A huge happy hug and a loud sloppy kiss On grey bearded, prickly cheek These things I’ll treasure and will too soon miss When no longer ‘ol grampa they seek


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Joycie

"She is only a heart stop away"

She came to us so tiny,
We could hold her in one hand,
But there wasn't a more loved baby
In the whole of this spacious land.

She lived life to the fullest,
And brought joy to us each day.
The love and delight and awe she wrought,
Is in our hearts to stay.

Her face was the face of an angel,
Her spirit that of an elf.
She asked for no one's pity
And had none for herself.

She was wrapped in a luxury of love,
That cushioned every fall.
It's not the moments of sadness. 
But the happiness we recall.

Just like the light from that long ago star,
Still shining in the sky,
She left a glow that will brighten our way,
Until the day we die.
 
It is not how long the race, they say
But how the race is run
And though she had less than a dozen years,
She made the best of every one.
                                                                         Won 2nd place
By Joyce Johnson 8/28/11   For my namesake granddaughter and   For Constance's contest  "A Poem, Please"


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Moon River

By DON MUNRO

Moon River …

you once held my Huckleberry friend,

the two of us ... after the same rainbow’s end

in your timeless rhythm

as I pushed him in his swing,

blue

and

white and

chipped on the edges,

showing rusty metal underneath

because we were so poor.

My heart was filled with joy

even as he cried from the pain of

being in the cold world. So new.

He would come to me and I would sing:

“Wider than a mile … I’m crossing you in style 
someday.”

And then when he left, his eyes would search the 
blurry, dark images

for me … just me.

A miracle.

Sometimes when he came back, he would be 
smiling, blindly searching.

“Two drifters off to see the world…there’s such a 
lot of world

to see.”

And when I told him he was my Huckleberry friend 
and I looked

into the pool of emptiness ... his brown eyes,

I could swear he knew me, all of me,

right from the very beginning.


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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


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Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


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My Wish For You

I just want you to be a good person
To love the world and everyone in it
I want you to see others grief and their pain
And be thandful for what God has laid on your plate
I want you to want to help all who's in need
To love with all your heart,
And keep your brain on a leash
Be caring and giving and have empathy
Look to the sky and feel small and humble
I hope you persevere through stormy weather
And when the sun’s out don’t take it for granted
Love God in the valley as well on the mountain
I want you to be a good person, you see
Give all you’ve got to this world while you’re here
May people remember you by your goodness and cheer
Know that money isn’t everything, that love is all you need
I hope when you listen to music, beauty does exceed 
Don’t pass up a masterpiece without an amazement glare
Travel around the world appreciating all that is out there
Don’t let greed, pride and jealousy be at your side
Give a helping hand; keep a smile on your face
And in time when you get lemons…I hope you look the other way


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A Damsel in Distress

Curled in the womb, a dreamless summer night
Hark the coming of a baby snow-white
Eternal beauty and grace, a cuddly delight
Twinkle in her eye, there is never any respite
Nimbly she walks on, roguery she incites
Alice in wonderland, hiding away from the light

Mocking at men, when she came of age
It was all pretence of a teeny tiny phase
Riddle she became, which men strove to work out
Candle light dinners, yet lingered ever a doubt.
How did innocence, turn out so ravishing?
A nymph in disguise, her life is confusing.
Nasty or just hasty; she can’t herself surmise
Do I dare to find out, am I wise to analyze
Am I able to suppress my own prejudice? 
Nourishing a sentiment, have concealed it so well
Is she the one for me, should I go and ring the bell?

PS The first letter in each line spells the name of the damsel - 'Chetna 
Mirchandani'


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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.


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Memories Made to Ponder

It was a tin-roof wooden house standing 
Across the red brick cobblestone street 
Adjacent to a wide open field full
Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where 
My father’s boyhood home was nestled  
Quietly in his home town. 

Often times we’d travel to visit 
The grandparents still living there 
In that Americana corner of our lives.
We didn’t know much of anything at all except 
The sky was blue, love was true and we 
Youngsters were the apples of the old folk’s eyes.

We’d sit for hours in white wicker rocking chairs
I helped paint one time with newspaper on the floor 
And a horsehair brush grandma gave me 
To teach me that painting needn’t be a lesson 
In staying between the lines.  “Sometimes,” she’d say,
“It’s better to let the paint flow 
And speak for itself in time.” 

And granddad liked to watch the sky – especially at night 
When stars were burning bright and would point towards Polaris and say:
“Heaven’s over that a-way.”  And during daylight hours 
When storm clouds appeared and we could hear 
Thunder and lightning all around, he’d laugh and dance 
As if the circus were coming to town.  

We watched mocking birds and blue jays flying in and out 
Of all the tree top branches and leaves singing 
Their love making lullabies to us and one another and then
As quickly as they arrived, 
Disappeared into the wind.  
It seems we’re not much different 
Rather family, foe or friend.  
  
Accordingly, the old house still stands today 
But the dear old folks have slipped away.  
Perhaps to the place once pointed to
High above that night sky view 
Where comets roam and grandpa liked to call “Up yonder,”  
Leaving me with thoughts of gold 
And memories made to ponder.         


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Am I - A Good Mother

Am I ~ a good mother Does she ~ feel how much I love her Can she ~ see the sacrifices I make Will she ~ understand they are in her namesake While my mind and heart were at war My “hero” ~ had something in store She ~ rescued me once more With a phone call from 700 miles away Enthusiasm in her voice ~ she went on to say “Guess what mommy; I have to write an essay” Topic:”The most important woman in my life” Her words gently removed depressions knife She ~ pulled my spirit from home in the dark afterlife She ~ continued with a few questions for me Answers she already had ~ all I did was agree If only she knew ~ how much doubt filled my mind “Am I a good mother” ~ how could I be so blind Is it wrong for me to be so far away Will it hinder the bond we’ve held since her “birth” day Without being burdened with question nor task She ~ rescued and reassured me in a flash Now when in doubt or I can’t find my way I pray my guardian angel answers ~ as she did today Down on my knees I will look to the sky Thank God for the blessing in her eyes Thank him for hearing my cries And for delivering my reply “Mommy listen as I tell you why” Lay


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Love Lost

I don't know when it happened
I don't even know where it happened.
I only know it happened
I fell in love

I love you because its all that I know
I know no other way to feel
So, now that you've left
I have no feelings, just emptiness


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ve got your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town are at your beck and call.

Summertime…and the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when your Summer’s  done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you sit and wonder
How you've come so far, but have no love at all.

Yes, Summertime…and the livin’ was so easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 


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When love turns cold

When Love Turns Cold.

Another one bites the dust,
   As the game of love’s played out,
And It seems that she don’t love him anymore.
And tears run down young faces,
And young minds fill with doubts,
       As a father turns and walks on through that door.

So little minds confused 
And little hearts all bruised,
They peer into the awful damage done.
As old children play old games,
And both each other blame,
   They later find that nothing’s ever won.

But love’s grown cold it’s over now,
He’s gone, it’s done, someone has failed,
And the children they must ride it all somehow.

The house feels empty now,
All grey and cold somehow,
And little hearts they fill with too much sorrow.
And a young man walks the street,
All tired and feeling beat,
   His sadness reaching out to all tomorrows.

2003


Details | Light Poetry | |

Kiss And Tell

<        Heart skips beat
               From boy I meet

                    Palms did sweat
                         Forehead wet

                               Caught me under tree
                                   Lips were placed on thee

                                                    Tomboy no more
                                                           Dresses galore

                                                                        
                                                                 Him 12 and me just 11
                                                                     Match made from Heaven


                                                                           Something went wrong
                                                                                With our love song


                                                                                     Denny O'Neil 
                                                                                       Did like to squeal  

Just Hate It 
When They 
Kiss And Tell 
LMAO


Story is this was my first love intrest
When we moved into our new house
instead of me wanting to beat him up
we instead played football and other sports 
along with his other 4 brothers I always had 
to be the quarterback tho because I had the 
strongest throwing arm of the block


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STUMPY

  There was a tree where I grew up
  That I spent many happy hours on.
  The swinging tire, the branches high
  Ever filled my happiness cup.


  The tree grew, as did I, to an older age,
  It got too big to keep.
  Who could have realized such beauty to be dangerous?
  The house was threatened, as was the garage.


  I had to have the tree cut down,
  Its wood turned into pieces.
  And each time I burn one of them
  I think back, then my smile turns to a frown.


  I could't cut it all the way to the ground,
  So I left a mighty stump.
  Every so often I will go and sit on it
  And just take in the view aroud.


  Now I have come to love that stump
  Which supported my happiness all those years.
  And though it's not the entire tree,
  It is still a good sized bump.


  I play hide-and-seek around it with my son
  When we get in the mood.
  He's learned to look for me around that stump
  As a hiding place, it's my favorite one.


  I'll never cut the stump all the way
  I just couldn't do that to my tree.
  For I love that stump just as I loved the tree in its glory
  And I love it more each passing day.


  Even in my advanced age and being so grumpy
  I thought of giving the stump a name.
  Then, watching "Rio Bravo" one night it came to me,
  I would just call it "Stumpy".


Details | Haiku | |

Baby Talk

Bubbling azure streams
Are like grandfathers cooing
At newborn infants





My first attempt at haiku


Details | Free verse | |

Swings of Childhood

Into exile
To depth of feeling
To the green paradise
To silence of seasons
To the Old Testament
Wherever you go
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to your soul
Which bets as the rain
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to gulls's hearts
Which bet as dreams
Into exile
To depth of flowers
To outer space
to the bottom of black hole
Everywhere in the universe
My imagination will call you
And we will meet
When swings and gulls meet.....

Naji Almurisi


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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


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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.


Details | Sonnet | |

A warm Heart

  

Childhood summers days are the longest
They open up possibilities for endless play.
Those sunshine wrapped days made for fun
Have kept my heart warm over the years.
Now the days of possibilities are gone
And wailing winter wind whips me out of shape
Propelling me towards the dark days -
Those inevitable sunshineless days where
Reality seeps into your bones like chill
Seeping through cracks in a window sill.
I look ahead and warm my bones with 
Pictures of family and friends now gone
but etched forever deep in my heart where
the flaming fire of love is still aglow.    


Details | Free verse | |

Children, I Miss You Both...

I miss...

taking care of you.
making your meals and snacks for you.
telling you " Good morning ", each and every day.
taking you to school and wishing you both a blessed day.
picking you up from school, 
asking how your day went, and what interesting things did you learn.
making your nutritional assessments, and trying to introduce good foods to you.
     hugging you both, and both of you hugging me.
     taking care of you when you are sick,
     comforting you when you don't feel good.
     trying to make your ouwwies not hurt.
     the time that we should get to, and should have gotten to, spend together.
     the quality in living, that we are suppose to have together.
     just holding you.
the tickle fights when you would both tickle me at the same time.
watching and helping you both make awesome artwork.
you both singing, with your beautifully flowing and innocent voices.
tossing you both in the air, only to catch you, while singing,
" I got Aubrey, I got Aubrey, my baby girl "
and " I got Micah, I got Micah, my baby boy "
seeing you both play and invent and build.
watching you ride your bikes.
helping and watching you skateboard.
playing catch with the football or soccer ball.
watching you fill your buckets up with innumerable worms.
just watching you try to catch those slimmy worms.
listening you you both have a belching contest.
listening to you belching the alphabet.
watching you make the armpit farts, and laughing, just like your Uncle Eddie used to do.
     taking you both to various places, and to see the natural beauty.
     taking you to the Ouachita river to throw rocks.  
     taking you fishing, and putting the worms on your hooks for you.
     watching you hold on to the bobber while you throw the stick fishing pole into the river.
     getting you both chocolate covered donuts at Jimmy's Donut Hole.
getting to teach you both good things.
mowing the grass for you to be able to play safely outside.
telling you to pick up your rooms, and to put your clothes in the hamper.
cleaning your rooms for and with you.
organizing your good toys, and throwing out the broken ones.
buying you new clothes, and giving away the ones you'd outgrown.
     telling you that I love you, before you go to sleep.
     wishing you blessed and peaceful sleep, every night.
But most of all, I miss you.
Each and every day, I miss you.
     May you both be blessed, 
     by The Holiest of Holies Himself, 
     in every area of your lives.
Love Mom


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Get It Together

Holding on to the past and refusing to forgive.
You're only hurting yourself, that's no way to live!
I'm your sister, yet we haven't spoken in years.
Please move forward and learn to confront your fears. 

Mom and Dad done us wrong by putting us in foster care.
It's unhealthy to hold grudges and to live life with despair.
Disowning your parents is one thing, but your siblings too?
Let me help, I understand somewhat what you went through!

You should be seeking solace with your siblings who love you!
Instead of dealing with the pain, you ran away and withdrew.
You were not the only one physically and mentally abused.
Our childhood without love left us all damaged and confused.

We were separated for 3 years, but together for another ten.
What I wouldn't give to see you and hug you once again. 
Seven of us were affected in one way or the other.
I want you back in my life, you're forever my brother!

You have neices and nephews that you haven't met.
It hurts to know you may one day be filled with regret.
You're welcome back in my life with no questions asked.
I want to be in your future and not someone from your past.


"To my brothers Kyle and Ben"


Sponsor	~ Poet ~ Destroyer
Contest Name  ~ India Arie - "Get it together" 


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!





Details | I do not know? | |

My Two Dads

I have two great dads – yes I do 
Most people don’t – yes that’s true 

One dad raised me since I was three 
The other – we didn’t have a chance – him and me 

One dad I look just like 
The other taught me to ride a bike 

One dad showed me love and affection 
From the other I didn’t get much attention 

One dad grew with me from toys to boys 
All I’ve ever wanted was to give both my dads joy 

Dad #2 was there for the first heartache 
Dad #1 just seemed to give me a headache 

One dad knows my biggest fear is being alone 
The other dad would always let me come back home 

Both dads are the greatest men alive 
But for ones love I feel I have to strive 

At one time both my dads loved my mother 
And it’s funny how neither one ever has a bad word to say about the other 

No matter what circumstances I go through 
I know I have not one dad to confide in but two 

At times it’s hard to know what to do 
When only one knows the “real” you 
But slowly I’m showing my other dad too 

Even though things growing up were a little sad 
I am very thankful that I had more than one dad 

Both my dads have my undying love 
I know they were sent from heaven above 

I’m so grateful I never had to choose 
I would be the one who would lose 


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Growing Up Milestones

You learn how to crawl before you can walk Then pull up; let go; give a step a chance Little by little you’ll learn how to talk And you finally stop wetting your pants You’ll be starting school in just a few years Give Mom a big kiss; on the bus and go I know it’s scary and you’re full of fears All alone with kids you don’t even know Enter puberty; hormones give a shove Remember the day you shared a first kiss Followed by those bouts of puppy love Now you seek true love, one you can’t resist You’re reached adulthood, physically true Mentally you’re still got growing to do


Details | Monorhyme | |

Wish I were a boy

When I would walk down a street,
and with head high, love being a deadbeat.
when I would look at a sensible chick,
and then moments of her with me would flick.
I would just make my way to her;
and lead her to my drive like her personal chauffeur.

When the boys would try to mess with me,
and to what I do or believe they disagree.
I would not hesitate to pass my strong fist,
And let them know that another bully cannot co-exist.

When I would feel low and while all alone,
And deep in my tiny heart I would feel thrown.
I would just go to the nearby store,
Buy me some cigarettes or walk to a h're.

When my girlfriend says, "I cant continue with you";
fearlessly claim that the love was just hitherto.
I would not hesitate to turn my back to her
And diminish the pain in my heart, just like a blur.

I would walk again, as easy as a toy...
And start with the next, thats the advantage of being a boy...


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Methodical Mothers

"Mothers can be scornful at times it may seem."
They shoulder much tenacity under watchful eye.
Contempt may enroll in your mind, as you cry. 
Though behind those evil looks, a heartfelt gleam.
You may never know it for you, she has a dream.
She can urge you with a powerful hand by and by.
Not maybe with a powerful force, but oh so sly.
She seems to have such an overwhelming regime.

Mothers’ affections go beyond the natural bond.
Beyond this universe, more glorious than any star,
Her emotions run deep and will never correspond.
They shall forever caress and bandage any scar.
Repeatedly she will garnish while waving a wand.
Upon her last breath she shall forgive, unlike any czar.

written for

Sponsor ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name 'Mother'


written by
Cecil Hickman


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.”


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Sharing Dad

Dad was puttering around today
Playing with me
God we haven’t played in years
	You know, Dad’s eighty now 
	I remember how he looked in photos at twenty
I remember the twinkle in his eyes
at my sons two year old birthday party.	
We played computer, you see Dad it can do this LOOK
LOOK here it does this too!
	I did so like kissing the top of his bald head.
So good to see that old comb-over long gone now
So good to smell the MY Dad smell of clean clothes and soap.
Your files need to be organized Dad.
You have them all glommed up in with the general documents files.
Know wonder you can’t find them, all the love poems to his dear heart Ruth.
	I wonder if he remembers my wedding day.
	He was so handsome in his tux that day.
                I remember his smile then as he watched me 
                walk the white carpet in the garden by the mill pond.
Joy, now is that any name to call a dog [oops SHE doesn’t know she’s a dog!]
The dust mop of a pooch barked indignantly as, I took her Daddies attention from 
her.
              Had a dog once, Babe was her name, she was a huge sheepdog, we lost    
our Babe when I lost my Dad for a long time, BUT he's been back along while too 
now

Dad was sharing with me and I so loved it. Me, of course being his first girl, 
sharing with me, his love and happiness with his last girl OUR Ruth.


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Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


Details | Lyric | |

Tenderheart Bear

His teacher gave an assignment
On his first day of school,
She told the kids to write a book
On things they thought were cool.
She said they could draw pictures
Like in all the books they read,
But she said to be creative
And this is what his said:

"My baby rabbit is one thing that I love,
and my house, that I drew this picture of.
I love my family and a sunny summer day
and red would be the only color if I had my way."
 "I love my teacher, she said I could go far
and I like Skeletor and my cool racecar,
but my best things, just in case you care,
are great big shiny red balloons and Tenderheart Bear."

Fifteen years down the road, 
When he was all grown up
I was cleaning out my closet
And putting things in the truck
I came across a cardboard box 
I opened it to take a look
And there it was with my letters and cards... 
Joeys book.

Carefully I opened it 
And began to take a look
At all the things he'd wrote 
And colored in his special book.
Though he'd been only five years old 
He'd had the sense to know
I'd need something to take me back 
To those precious years with my Joe.

Now my Joey's grown and gone 
With his own family.
He's stationed in the Army 
Far across the sea.
I wish for him all happiness 
And love because it's rare,
But I'll always keep for him 
His book and Tenderheart Bear.


Details | Rhyme | |

To Hug Granddad Again

To crouch beside him in the rows,
Counting seeds beneath rainbows.
Three in each hole, I’d count with glows.
He let me help; his garden grows. 

To sell the pears he grew and picked.
Red wagon wheels click-click, clacked, clicked.	
One penny each, the price was strict.
The neighbor kids their fingers licked.

To shave his beard while on the couch,
To hear his words; those never grouch,
And tales of ghosts for whom he’d vouch.
Yes, all of this without one ouch.

To sit beside him while he sleeps
In quiet stillness without child peeps,
Until, alas, his scare would creep.
Awake he snored; was not asleep.

Or hear the tales of where he’d been
His work on waters with boatmen,
Three busy tugboats from docks to glen.
Granddad, my hero, way back when.

To hear his laughter once again,
Reliving days that were back then.
Alas, his death brought my chagrin.
I live to hug him once again.

Copyright January 14, 2013
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

(Forever Families, God taught the way
Grow pure love of Christ everyday.
That’s what the L.D.S. people say.
I live my life to hug granddad someday.)


Details | Free verse | |

A Child Again In Love

On a river bank and holding a flower,
Plucking the petals one by one,
There I am 
Standing amiss behind a tree, 
Staring at me as if I don’t see you
There you are.
I ask you a simple question 
Why is life so complicated?
 And you walked out slyly
Because you didn’t know I knew you were there 
And you answered
If it weren’t, there would be no love 
But I don’t have that anyway
I reply 
And in your head I know you’re thinking
Oh but you do,
You have it from me 
But I sat there so obliviously 
I didn’t ever tell you 
But I loved you too
That was the only secret
That I ever kept from you
And when we chased 
Each other in the creek 
You didn’t ever tell 
That you were falling in love with me 
And we were just children
They would always say
But children are the wisest
In a special kind of way 
They see people for who they are 
And they don’t know corruption
As personally as they will grow up to 
But for now they look into each other’s souls
And choose their friends for life 
You see it all started as children 
When we all had our sight
But now we are blind
To the untruthful ones 
We could sense it 
Like we could sense that winter was here 
And that a big snow was coming 
But now we are so desperate
For love because it’s not so easy anymore
And we forget the simplicity of the emotion 
If you love someone, let the love grow 
Let it blossom like it knows no limits
And indulge in life on that feeling 
That you were a child again in love 


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Look Back

You can just walk away with out
saying anything to me at all.
I hope you keep walking and never
ever turn and look back.

All my life I have just wanted a kiss,
a hug, and I love you once in awhile.
I still remember standing by that open
door 'you said I wish she were dead'.
I always wondered Why the kids at my
school would call me Rhonda?

All you called me was whore, stupid,
dumb, your worst mistake, jack ass
and yes of course retard too.
I didn't ask to be your daughter but I 
tried with everything I had to be one.

I always said I love you, washed the
dishes, brushed your hair I wanted you,
to know that I love you and care.
I try to understand what is it you don't
like about me?

It's okay go ahead and go away because 
you see I will be alright, I will work hard
to make my life a good one.
When I'm old and gray I promise you this,
You won't be in thoughts or prayes and I
won't ever look back.
Written By: Rhonda Hero


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Saria

She's a chunky bullet,
at three years old
with plastic beads in her hair.
And I watch her
amazed.
No father.
No mother.
But for a grandfather's love...
And OH is he slow.
No catching this little snip of wild grass-
growing out and inner smiles,
slipping her padded hands in mine,
calling me "mama"
(although I am but a faceless woman,
how many has she called before?)...
I am torn.
Mosquito bites on her face
and she loves my daughter.
Loves the safety of being near us.
A family balanced as it should be.
She can't sit still.
Plastic beads swinging clackety clack.
Little sausage legs dangling in her seat.
A whole world of words for her to still learn.
And yet she calls me "mama".

And I watch her amazed.


Details | Free verse | |

The Witch Children Of The Delta

Nigeria, 
your branches are broken 
and burned
because of the two gods; 
for having both 
is one too many.
The first deemed 
our nuisances are means of meager 
children riding broomsticks.
Ignorance is a spread 
for Helen and her four-nineteen.
In our branches are fruits 
for tomorrow; 
their faces, the suns on delta.
When they came 
with Messiah, 
a god and eyes to see 
our branches with faces that shine
like suns on delta, 
we were given a true name 
but he came with them; 
the one who is differing.
He came with Helen
and cursed your branches;
you can’t see the fruits in them.
A god can be used; 
they are not that invincible.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lullaby

Close your eyes my sleepy head its time to go to sleep.
Our love for you is vast… and very, very deep.
Angels and fairies are dancing with stars twinkling all around.
Comfort comes as mama holds them then gently lays them down.

A lullaby from mama will set the stage for baby’s sleep.
A soothing caress gently touches and crosses baby’s cheek.
Warm and so contented with a tummy full of love.
A quiet moment with mama as the sun sets from above.

Then the Sandman joins them, as the singing is sweet and slow.
A kiss for little baby and then the lights are turning low.
The eyes begin to close as nature takes its course.
Dreams will be of teddy bears, bunnies, and a little rocking horse.

But best of all they know that mama will keep them safe and warm.
And the world will be theirs again with mama in the morn.
Precious they are to mama with that resting, innocent face.
Happy with the knowledge that love is in this place. 

Close your eyes my sleepy head its time to go to sleep.
Our love for you is vast… and very, very deep.
Angels and fairies are dancing with stars twinkling all around.
Comfort comes as mama holds them then gently lays them down.


Details | Tanka | |

Birthday Flowers



watching as he crossed the street

  flowers in his hand

    crushed and tattered petals fall

      gray haired woman sits

         present for grandma...


Details | Monoku | |

Heartbeat Is A Love Beat { Broken Monku }

<                 seventh grade third hour spelling teacher
             

                                    heartbeat is just a silly love beat








Tribute To
Teenage Crushes
On Teacher's LOL


Details | Rhyme | |

My Dearest Brother

My Dearest Brother You know I Love You like no other… When I woke up today In my mind these thoughts played… Since you’ve been taken away I’ve searched for the right words to say How much I miss you… everyday… Even though it’s been a while Each time I hear your voice my heart smiles… Thank you for the birthday wishes I send you this note with a thousand kisses… I’ve wanted to protect you Since you were knee high… and each day you grew The right way to do this; I never knew The choices you’d make; I could not undo… I remember the days when together we played When on my shoulder your head laid How I wish your pain would fade How I wish I could take it all away… While you’re locked away in that cell I Pray each night you’re not living in hell I Pray for God to keep you well I Pray for the day when to your face I can tell I love you brother I love you like no other… Lay


Details | I do not know? | |

poems

poems of love 
poems of hate 
closing doors
 and clicking gates 

Gates of white 
Gates of blue
 all beg for something new
 
something new
  something old
 something saying lets be bold 

i  know you
 and i know something you 
would like to do 

 so take my hand 
and lets leave behind the seas
 and the sand
 
 fly to a new beginning 
leave all these people we watch 
sinning
 


Details | Verse | |

Speckled Mist

Speckled Mist
 Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
 Large enough to consume our world
 Then as if connected to an invisible cord
 All become stiff as an old iron board
 
More beauty than could ever be caught
 Its multitude could never be bought
 The force of it all becomes unstoppable
 Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
 
Watching all things stiff
 Starts forming a speckled mist
 Within a dark green hiss
 It's a piranhas kiss
 Thats what that is
 
And out of the violet mane
 There hearts open souls untamed
 From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
 Within a males pyist
 It's love not in a grist
 It just keep forming out a name
 Once again eyes wide open love without game


Details | Dodoitsu | |

WEEPING WILLOW

Mom sure loved willow switches.
Those willows never wore out,
she’d make them sing forever.
Worse, I had to pick them out.

I needed to change some things,
mom did not ask for this mess.
Time for me to grow up some.
My first switch, too small.

At thirteen and six foot tall,
I then tore down half a tree.
“No more whippings for me mom!”
Mom cried tears of joy!


For the TREES EVERYWHERE contest entered by John Trusty. A true story 
and I made sure to never make my mother cry again.


Details | Narrative | |

Robbing the Nest

I had survived how many summers? Five?
Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last
of terror that lurks in situations
which those I trust (myself included)
would swear offer only perfect safety...
My ball rolled under my Grandma's house
and I, well-guarded, scuttled after to retrieve it,
mindless of the tarry soil fleeced with fluffy,
small red feathers, newly molted by matrons:
hens that clucked contentment,
set upon their hidden egg troves.
Spying their nests, I thought to rob them
and so earn a Grandma's love for a city boy
unversed in country ways. Thinking, I acted,
reaching for a nest unoccupied,
half hid behind a house block.
I closed my soft, expectant hand
upon a wriggling creature coiled among the eggs,
drew back like lightning to watch
a brightly spotted snake slide off
into the farther, deeper darkness
amid a squall of squawks.
Emerging empty handed, terrified,
it wasn't Grandma's love I earned that day.
I have always since encountered similar brilliant colored
dangers whenever I have thought to grab,
for myself or others, unclaimed treasures
in strange places, in warmer or in cooler weathers.


Details | Free verse | |

See the Light

I just heard the other day
I could have been anything I wanted
Imagine, your own choices unencumbered
By all that tortuous guff, childhood stuff                                                                     Where did it come from, how did it start
Why doesn’t everyone have it, or none?
Do you suppose it has anything to do 
With the way you think, or talk, or act
I stop and watch all the sweet scenes
A father holding hands with his little boy
His trusting walk, his smile, a precious moment
To build on others until a man is made
Mom rocks her three year old to sleep
Warm and cozy in her loving arms
Who wouldn’t want those memories, to share
Care for those who can relate, reciprocate
Could that simple song guide our lives along
Becoming something to someone, somewhere, 
When weary bones a place to rest,                                                                           To carry the image, father and mother forever                                                            When does that change take place
Hold within the secret , their secret
The secret sanctity, accepting who
And what we are, to radiate life’s joy
A purpose for all, quiet and strong                                                                               Sharing with those who see the light.


Details | Couplet | |

A Happy Day

In mind's eye I reminisce, watching children play   
of a spring day sitting here, seeing my children play

blessed to see their smiles, when they hit, slid or fell 
A happy day begin playing ball, in this story I will tell

A kiss and hug I get, dad please take us to the fair 
Seeing the rides, ooh's, awe's echo from our pair

Eating fried dough, peanuts, "Boy! see the games over there" 
We're playing with family and friends, as they make a dare  

Can't miss any ride that twists, mixes, spins or flys in the air
There's so much to see, ride and play with, in a day at the fair 

Hearing "thanks mom and dad" that night, walking to the car 
"Stay awake" they say as we move, you know they can't get far

This day all started with thoughts of fun, smiles and laughs 
both asleep, with their dreams, today, mom and dad can laugh 






PD:
Any poem you posted during this month of* APRIL ~except ~ No! No! Bunny poems, or Easter poems..NOR other contest entries.

entered by Tom Larrow


Details | Rhyme | |

Lullabye

Hush mine child hush, 
Thou cross cheeks ablush.
Know thou art secure, 
Innocence kept pure.
Rock mine child rock, 
Heed twilight hour on clock.
Muffled cry in the night,
 Eyes so aglowing bright.
Rest mine child rest, 
Be assured thou be blessed.
Dwell in draped slumber-land,
 Dusted by the sandman.
Lips sing sweetly, 
Melodious so greet thee.
Eyes so drowsily slip,  
Hitching breath on soft lip.
I be sorely amiss,
 To deny tender kiss.
Upon downy haired brow,
 I promise a vow.
Mine arms thee hold, 
Until I be old.
Someday soon I be abed,
And thou must rock me instead.







Details | Clerihew | |

We can swim beyond the storms

Unknown friend immerses 
In my fullerene verses,   
And finds four allotropes forms… 
We can swim beyond the storms.


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.


Details | Rhyme | |

Grief

Afraid alone, no comfort to hold
Empty she tries to hide her life deep inside
No solace to seek, No friend to find
One life, one mother who’s bitter and cold

One faithful day a friend appears
Finds a comfort she sort for many years
But still dazed mother is the source of her fears
Cry she does, as long as nobody at home hears

He gave her his family when she none
Gave her love, she saw only in dreams
Her mother did not see what it means
A premature labour that turn her mum numb

She turned to drugs to cope with the pain
It turned her violent, her child she blamed
Blood on the table, forever stained
Two broken hearts, only one remains 
----------------------------------------------------------------

Inspired by Heart on a Chain by Cindy C Bennett


Details | Haiku | |

Tickle Me ~haiku

Happy silly boy
Dusty straw hair flying free
Mommy... tickle me


 


Details | Rhyme | |

My Dad

My dad passed away when I was nine
That it didn't make me feel fine
I have pictures of him
Which always makes me grin
I have some memories
But not so many
I miss him everyday and night
Which I think of him with delight
He was way to young
For him to be gone
It's been so long ago since he left us so dear
I love him always and true
Theres no other dad like him so true


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 | Narrative | |

L O M L Always

The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life


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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


Details | Free verse | |

YOU NOW BELONG TO HEAVEN

I was waiting for you
With an open arms
Your arrivals was such a happiness
That I was longing for
You left this world
Before you even seen it
This was the deepest sorrow
I ever had
It really tear me apart
I had so many dreams for you
That just gone with the wind
Without achieving anything
The bible says...
...never ask the Lord why
But, everything that happens
Happen for a reason
I never get the chance 
To tell you that I Love you
Neither to hold in my arms
I never had the chance
To prove to you 
That I am your protector
Your role model
A shoulder for you to cry on
Someone that you can rely on
I was so happy to receive 
A new born in our family
But the day that I welcome you
Was that same day that I say...
...goodbye, farewell to you forever
You now belong to heaven
May your soul rest in peace
You will always be love and missed sadly
May the Good Lord
Bless and keep you always



I wrote this poem for my little sister who died during birth.



Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
castle
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
hours
But misunderstanding broke us 
up
Anna and I still smiled and 
laughed
And joked about our bouncy 
castle
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
minutes
And school started pulling us 
apart
Anna and I still laughed and 
smiled
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
unknown
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down


Details | Nonet | |

A Missing Heartbeat

Mother, I, did wish to be, of two, 
a girl for me, a boy for you. 
We had a fine lad so true, 
I should have gone for two. 
You’re gone, so is he, 
no second me 
no sweet she 
to please
me. 

If I had done what I had wished
trusted us with a second gift
there'd be some company
a nest full with thee
a family
now there's
me.

Father didn't want another "joy"
He had achieved his lovely boy
a lifetime passed as did he
always working not free
I'm alone, not he,
solitary
lonely
me.


Details | ABC | |

Women- The Road Familiar

Refreshing feel of identifying with music in my life,

The mother’s voice still echoes sweet in all life’s strife’s.

She taught me to walk, run, dance and sing,

My mother still stands strong in love and vigor in my life.

 

Kindergarten, the start of knowledge in life,

Where Mini, Lakshmy, Susan, Shoba and Meera,

Still shines as star's in my day- to-day life,

Keeping those  memories and blooming together.

 

School days, are times that stays vivid in mind,

Friends that evoked passions  of love still impress,

Susan Bindu, Jaya, Brinda, and Manju remained firm,

Even when life made new meanings,connections endured.

 

College saw, mixed platter, though women who stayed in unit

More in day- to-day life in Bindu, Geeta, Asha, Raji and Vinith,

Patterns of Lost love, admiration's, hero worship,list stands long,

However, for me it was a distressing lullaby of hearts .

 

Life showed me, women stand strong above all

As I carry endless power of strength, mind and heart,

when I  finds myself and knows where I remain in life!

So I  stand tall and represent myself as women.

 

Love never lost its footprints along the line,

I am a woman in Love,being loved  and cherished

I knows deep in my heart  that i  am contend,

Hearts grew deep in love, known love  and in Love.

 

I knew it right from the start, a moms heart

Holding my finger tight, I cradle you in my arms

Your smile and showed all your charms.

Heavens showered me the "Mom', role in prologue.


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.



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My Protecting Mama

Mama please comfort me I'm your little child.
Please protect me from the dreams I have that are so wild.
Mama thanks for being there when I started first grade.
You were my comfort and stay and came to my aid.
Then there was middle school
You were always there, thanks for being so cool.
Jr. high came and went
without very much of a vent.
Then there was high school and college.
The period when I had ALL the knowledge.
A college grad. you were so proud.
I always could hear you bragging so loud.
Life has a way of passing by
And now mama you are the apple of my eye.
Although ageing you are beautiful still.
And day by day I know you are very real.
You need to spend more time with your little child.
And protect him from the dreams that are so real and wild.
And when you need me oh mama dear,
Know that your child will always be near.


Details | Sonnet | |

Birthday Sonnet For My Wife

Close your eyes and bring back sweet memories
Try to remember at your early age
No recollection of your first few years
At age 6 was that far you could engaged

Wiping your face full of cake, dress like a princess
Friends and relatives joyfully singing
Greetings and gifts are the way to express
That day is still worth remembering

Open your eyes now and see what has changed
Childish fun is over, now settled down
Much meaningful life along the open range
Learned basics of life, now you have outgrown

Today is your birthday, another year to share
This special time with us, we really care


Noel N. Villarosa
21 April 2014



Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com


Details | Romanticism | |

At You

Let me at first
sight split in your
eyes
To see the look you
will wear on your
face.
Let me seize foods
and fruits from your
gullet
For three morning
and night
To see your mood in
this condition
Let me empty your
purse to water and
sands
To look up to your
disdain temper of
insatiable.
Let me pressurize
you under the sun
To see how vengeance
discomfort your
heart will beat
Let me knife you a
wound on your body
To witness your
impatient state.
Let me axed your
wound
To hear what your
mouth will
pronounce.
Will it upon these
tortures and
treatments
Withstand to
sonorously call her
name?
Or will it renounce
her name to a
worthless
measurement?
Endless is a love
that never resist
all odds;
Fall-out is a
weakling love
Which waits only in
all good accord.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Love Note to Michael

My friend says Michael fancies me Mandy’s written on the board and I thinks it is me. He has drawn a love heart with an arrow going through it It’s not very good I’ll show him how to draw it. I practiced putting his surname after mine And I practice signing Mrs all of the time I really hope it is me he fancies cos I think he’s great I’m going to stand by the bus stop and say that’s it late Maybe if I ‘m lucky cos I know he comes this way And then maybe we could get on the late bus today. I’m scared and nervous he’s such a good looking boy His name is on my book, but I’m going to play coy If he talks to me I will just faint away Oh no he’s on that bus and he’s going the wrong way.
For Micheal's contest "Passing a Love Note" by Mandy Tams And thanks for the kind thought and taking me back to thirteen that I missed.


Details | Lyric | |

Take Me Back

Take me back to my days with you
Are you listening to my prayers O’ Mother
I want to rush into your arms and play
To see you lift me like a feather

I sneak into your clothes like old
You scold me and fight like a child
I crib and cry, you take me in your lap
Sharing with me, little stories with claps

Where are you, My Dear Mother
I glance up at the starry sky
You cannot leave me behind O Mother
This place is hell, I want to fly

Why do those live, who dump their child
Yet call themselves Mothers
Why should you leave when I need you
You cant do this to me O’ Mother

Tomorrow when I will awake,
Will I not hear your gentle tone?
I think not for my heart will break,
With thoughts that are still so unknown.

Oh, tell me, Mother, tell me now!
Please give me answers that I seek
So tell me why and tell me how
Now who will listen when I speak?


Details | Classicism | |

Only Death Can Tear Us Apart

Your always in my heart & head,
 I still can't believe ur dead. We may
be miles & miles apart 
but I feel ur still close because I keep you 
always in my heart, 
Death was the only thing that could ever
keep us apart.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Sexy

A man in the park, playing ball with his son
Unaware that he's being watched, they go on and on
In his sons' eyes there is just the two of them
In his own eyes, there is only love for him
The sun is setting now and neither wants to stop
There is only yawning now and the laughter has ceased
He holds his son close as he quietly sleeps
This is sexy to me as his love has flourished
It is evident the child is well nourished





Adrienne L. Gresham
What is sexy to me?


Details | Rhyme | |

Silly Pendulum

__uPON her shoes__

The best I could do 
Is to sit upon her shoes.
The show is still on,
So don't judge me now...move on!

She is still sleeping
And she wants no awakening.
She loves me and wants me idle
And sit upon her shoes.

One hour gone,
Two hours gone...
Now five hours are gone.
But she loves me
And wants me 
Wholeheartedly.
I mustn't stand idle
But sit upon her shoes.

Thank God she's awake.
Now to take a break.
"Can I stand up" I inquired
"Not now" she replied.
"Won't you take me for lunch" she required.
"I will... Of course let's go" I replied.
At least now I don't stand idle.
May be after lunch, I won't fuddle.

"Waiter, I’ll like you to serve me a plate of rice and chicken.
Listen waiter, serve him 'Eba'. He loves that thing."
I admitted to what I don't like
And still will pay for what she likes.

Again to sit upon her shoes.
Another round I must do.

       <<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>

*** Eba: Is one of Nigeria solid food (a product of cassava flour), usually known with the Yoruba people of Nigeria. It can be taken with local soup like "Ewedu", "Efo", "Gbegiri" and so on.
 
Note: This poem is honest lied situation put up for fun of the contest. However, I have feelings that it possesses (some) qualities that could be related to real life situation.
18/5/2013

For: "Silly (FUNNY) Poems Only old/new' Contest 
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A


Details | Quatrain | |

Time's Flight

Another year turns over, people look to see
just what the coming year will mean for you and me.
Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed.
Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast.

The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old.
"Seize the day my son", seems I was always told.
You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back,
so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack.

We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes
flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits.
Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell.
If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell.

Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too.
For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you.
Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds.
Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.


Details | Ballad | |

I Miss You

I miss you so much that I am sick
I fear forgetting your face will stick

I fear growing old not remembering
I wish your spirit is at rest and not lingering

What did you think of me in your last moment
I will never know if I was bliss or torment

Why do I suffer so about you
I don’t recall if I ever made you glow

It was so hard admitting how much I loved
You when you left me for above

I wasn’t allowed to go to your funeral
But my love for you will be eternal

Take me by the hand when I find hollow ground
The wind is a whisper in my ear just make the sound

If I saw you now how would I explain my pain
Would you just laugh at me, jeer with disdain 

I get a feeling in my stomach that cringes
It makes me rip doors off by the hinges


Details | I do not know? | |

Too Late to Say

I can smell the pies a baking
Upon the warmest summer day
Even with windows wide open
It’s a scent not gone away

She was there before the changing
Making food just like before
But once the afternoon had come
It was the bottle, wanted more

Now there were many of us still under
Yeah, under the roof she called her own
But, to this child who knew no better
This was my mom and too my home

Despite the angry, angry bottle
That turned her feelings dark and gray
I knew my mother forever loved me 
Though I wished my mom away

How sad I am today
That the bottle
Made me wish my mom away

Many years were cast upon us
I had grown into a family man
A hard working, white collar worker
Trying to do the very best I can

With my wife standing beside me
I have strength to look back and see
My misinterpreted emotions
And all my mother meant to me

She was here to see my children
She tried to make up for all she did
But all she had ever wanted, really
Was to be happy and to live

For she had so many children
I was the youngest of her ten
Yeah, I was my mother’s baby
But I never knew what it really meant

Until now that I’m a father
And sometimes things, they get so tough
It’s so easy to dive into a bottle
But, it’s love that makes one stop

She did that for my children
But, I never really saw her change
And never had the chance to tell her
All my feelings, cause it got too late

My mother left this world not long ago
She met my dad on Heaven’s floor
My only sadness is I never told her
That I couldn’t have loved her more

That I was thankful for all her loving
All the gifts she had given me
For her teachings of life in general
And my family’s history

I was grateful for her changing
But not the woman that she was
She was perfect in that way


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate That I Can Touch The Ceiling In My Bathroom Walls

I hate that I can touch the ceiling in my bathroom walls.
I hate that eerie lonesome feeling that I'm getting tall.
I hate how e'erything now is small and how I've grown so high.
I hate how petty tiffs are teeming and I'm asking "Why"

I love that I can now explore the world without a care.
I love that I can sleep and snore until the midday's air.
I love that I have learnt to share and my how I can swim!
I love my aura and galore, expressed with but a grin.

I hate how all my fascination with the world declined.
I hate how sky clouds' animation perished from my mind.
I hate how no one's ever kind to me and I'm alone.
I hate how alcohol's temptation over me has grown.

I love how I can feel emotion t'wards another soul.
I love that I can sail the ocean, always in control.
I love how in my life, a hole is no cause for alarm.
With simple grit and great devotion I shan't come to harm.

I hate that I can touch the ceiling in my bathroom walls.
I hate that eerie lonesome feeling that I'm getting tall.
I hate how e'erything now is small and how I've grown so high.
But never will I cease my dreaming—
—That I'll someday touch the sky.


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 | 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 | 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 | Rhyme | |

Belonging

Belonging

I wanted love so very much 
That I could almost taste it.
And So I gave it all to you 
And hoped you would not waste it.


Details | Bio | |

Caleb C

          

My last name is Culverhouse. My first name is Caleb.
Words that describe me are kind, smart, shy, and curious.
My dad is Wayne C.
My mom is Doris C.
I think the government should get their money cut until they fix things.
I think if my dad could get free time he could be a pro artist!
The only things I fear are stinging bugs, certain spiders, and death.
An animal I like are my three pet geese, ideas are the PS3, and things that are EXPLODING!!!!!
I would love to see Tybee island again.
I would love to see Stone Mountain Park.
I want to go to Myrtle Beach N.C.
I live on Waymanville road
Thomaston G.A.

Written by my son, Caleb C., for school 
He is 13 and in the eigth grade.


Details | Lyric | |

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.


Details | Kyrielle | |

The Christmas Stockings

Children far too young to realize 
That  some things in life you should prize
We had no jobs and no takings
Bare were the Christmas stockings

Scrounging colourful material 
Lace, chintz and chiffon ethereal 
Ribbons included in the making
A show for the Christmas stockings

Balls of red and green and scrap yarn
Imaginary faces darn’
On beautiful princess and kings
Displayed in the Christmas stockings

Plywood and some leftover paint
Canopy bed fit for a saint
Pea under mattress, her liking
Endured for the Christmas stockings

A penguin made of black felt
A hobgoblin with a scarlet belt
‘Gold’  jewellery box,  flaking
Accepted for the Christmas stockings

Coconut ice cut into stars
Liquorice plaited into bars
Brownies and tarts kept me baking
Produced for the Christmas stockings

My daughter was five that year
Son’s smiles, laughter brought a tear
After all this time – despite mocking
Treasuring the Christmas stockings

Granddaughters, by the Grace of God
They look like two peas in a pod
Material gathered for the making
Of this year’s two Christmas stockings

Sponsor:	CYNDI MACMILLAN
Contest Name:	SEASON OF LIGHTS, DELIGHTS & ENLIGHTENMENT: OUR GLOBAL 
COMMUNITY |
"This is such a charming kyrielle. I can easily see this as a children’s book, complete with illustrations (Su, I’m serious. Consider it! “Toy” ;-) with the idea...) There is such a seamless movement between past and present. The flow has grace and style. Congratulations on this win... such an enjoyable grin maker your penned!" ~ Cyndi

We celebrate the summer solstice over here and the only thing we have in common with our northern hemisphere counterparts is the traditional Christmas stockings. 











Details | Acrostic | |

Grampa Martin

T he magic of a grandfather, pulling a quarter from your ear.
H e tells a scary story,With a soothing sort of fear.
E lation fills the childs' heart as Grampa opens up the door.

G ingerly,the brother skip across the cold linoleum floor.
R ighteously, He pick us up, one in each strong arm.
A lternating kissing cheeks; His touch would keep us warm.
M ajestically he puts us down; and strokes his long grey beard.
P aternally: he kisses Moms' forehead; boys think that that is weird.
A gain his aura shines our way: ' Who wants Ice Cream.

I will always love my Grampa, in life and death and dream.

S atisfied He loved us, as much as we loved him.
T omorrows' tomorrows our love will never Dim.
I dolize your Grampa as long as he's around.
L ive your life as He did, goodness shall abound.
L earn the love of generations as Grampas' have always done.

L ife goes on day after day: with Grampa having fun.
O beisance to GRAMPA MARTIN and those before and after.
V alues given to grandchildren: Love, Joy, and Laughter.
E ternally.


Details | Acrostic | |

The most beautiful Smile.

S he washes the dishes for a dollar an hour.
M akes enough to buy for one, some milk and some flour.
I nflation has reduced the purchasing power.
L ittle kid at home makes it all worthwhile,
E very night when he eats and sleeps with a smile.


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Day of Birth

Dear dead properties, L-o-L
Now back to earth and for what it’s worth
A new year is a laudable blessing commencing rebirth
Advance in life and don’t come back, kidding 
Just don’t retreat or look back
Sweet sixteen I’m glad you’re that
On your back, me support thou sat
Feliz cumpleaños, and good luck
Love, a hungry acquaintance 


Details | Free verse | |

Mr Leopard

They call me Leo,
Leopard is my full name,
I live in the jungle,
With my family and kids,
 and we get to have fun,
I Love the other animals but,
I cant deny the fact that,
 I love killing gazelles,
 zebras and all animals that are edible,
It's the only way I can survive
 in this cruel environment.
 
I am a carnivore,
 a meat eater.
I sometimes wish I was a Herbivore,
a plant eater,
 like gazelles or Zebras or cows,
I sometimes wish I was an omnivore too,
 like humans,
like Mr. Kamau,
I could be eating plants and animals,
 and I would not kill every day of my life. 

I love basking and taking a walk,
sometimes it gets boring here in the jungle
and all I can do is sit
on top of a tree and stare down.


How I sometimes wish I was the king
 of the jungle Like Mr. Lion,
He is big and mighty and
the type of animal you wish you were.
He is proud but then again,
 not as proud as the peacock family,
Peacocks are pretty with so many colours.

But all the same.
 I thank God am not as ugly as Mr. Hyena .
 (I hope he wont hear me)
  who for the last  6 months
has been trying to strike up a friendship with me.
But no!!!!!
He may have spots like me but
he doesn't look one bit like me.
It would be a bit different
if we were talking about Mr. Tiger and Cheetah
who I cant deny are my close relatives.
We even look alike in some way don't you think?
Oh well, I can spend all my time hear talking about my life but I have some brothers who live in the land of snow.
The are so beautiful and we like calling them Snow Leopards.


Details | I do not know? | |

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)


Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





Details | Free verse | |

Of Crushed Velvet

Run, darling, for the garden waits.
Run through the yard and enter through the gaits.
A world full of wonder, a world that is pure.
White roses will be your poison and your cure,
For they will protect you and shelter your soul,
But white roses will keep you lonely and whole.
They’ll hold you from age, a gift that would stun,
For no god could grant us the wish to stay young.
White roses will assure you your childish views.
Your fascination with simplicity you’ll never lose.
Yes, this is thrilling, flawless at first,
But, my child, white roses do carry a curse,
For abuse of the rose will keep you too clean.
No moment in time will you regret or be mean.
You will be the sweetest soul to walk the Earth,
But, for what kindness means, you know not what it’s worth.
You must learn in time through the evils that lurk
Exposure to darkness and see how it works.
With age, my child, white roses turn red
From the sweat and tears and pain that you’ve bled.
You must run from your garden as I do from mine,
But be not afraid to return over time.
Dearest, you’re so young now. Enjoy what you need not know,
For, with age, your will learn. In time, you will grow.
White roses remind us of our once-virgin eyes
That only saw the garden, saw truth, blind lies.
Innocent you are. Enjoy it while to lasts,
For childhood will soon be left in the past,
But, if in need of reminding that there’s good in Earth’s doom,
Return home to the garden, where white roses bloom.


Details | Imagism | |

Embrace

They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night, 
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.

Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.

Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass; 
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme 
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Pray You're in Heaven

I never really told you how much I love you In fact, I waited way too long Time was an enemy; you were up there in years And naturally, you had to move on When I was a child, I thought you a monster I often times wished you away When voices got loud and that darkness set in In that moment, I’d cry and I’d pray I prayed you to Hell; didn’t know better Hoped God was listening that day But, I had grown up and witnessed your change Which prompted me too late to say I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know this as true Hell is the place Where I would remain If angels had you under wing I’d suffer the fires Being happy there, too To know that God let you in I’m sorry I waited and now with regrets I hope you can hear me this day May you be looking and down from the clouds From up there in Heaven, I pray Your sin was your struggle, the bottle had won And I, I just couldn’t see That despite all the yelling and fear that I had You were still the best mother to me I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know I love you


Details | Couplet | |

A Treasure Trove of Love

Sweet memories folded inside Grandma's quilts and afghans A cedar chest of forgotten trinkets caressed in my hands This treasure trove holds a young girls dreams of love A drop in Heaven's showers raining from above Every drop gathers love from the garden bestowing affection She wonders will she vaporize before she sees her own reflection From the clouds, she hears, "do not fear", a voice true and wise Love will grow, love will bloom, soon the vapors will rise Heaven keeps all the love raindrops cannot contain The clouds expand, the love will burst and rain will fall again In the continuum of life, she will learn love never dies The young girl will share her love; clouds will bring blue skies By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Treasure Trove contest (Linda-Marie, Sweetheart of PS) Sixth Place


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

MOM I'm Pregnant

What shall I say to her?

What if she knows?

Can she tell that I carry another soul?

As I wonder what would I tell mom...

All these thoughts paced through my head,

I should have NEVER laid in his bed...

Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...

He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...

I was weak a young victim a surely misled...




 When I confessed to my mother,

That I had slept with my lover,

And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...

Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...

Days turned into months,

My belly stuck out further in front...




 Finally we spoke today,

She said "When is he due?"

I replied "This May the 8th."

She said "She loves me!"

That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"


For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...


My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...


Details | Nonet | |

There Was A Time

There was a struggle inside myself
Wanting to change our history
Keeping you here beside me
I could not let you go
Sadness gripped those years
Until I learned
That you were
Never 
Gone

So wonderful the world could have been
Having your arms to embrace me
When indecision and fear
Halted my steps with tears
But, you heard me call....
You were right there
Always near
Me

I have survived and grown much stronger
You gave me wings to fly alone
Gave me eyes to look ahead
Beyond the horizon
Never looking back
I now fly on
Wings of your
Endless
Love


Details | Haiku | |

grands olfactory haiku

coffee best describes
papa joe's essence for me
coffee kisses- YES

fertilizer stink
paternal grandaddy smell
famous tomatoes

noxzema only 
for miss toby before bed
shakey hands slicked up

but then grandmama
whew! peach cobbler first of all
sweet corn, pot roast, ham

oh man, those fried pies
blackberry and peach goodness
beautiful mem'ry


Details | Senryu | |

A child's life

The eyes of children
Wild with laughter and vigor
So clear and so bright

By: Misty Leccese
© June 23, 2009


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Think Abut The Man Of There Dreams

The Man Of My Dreams

Now one would think that he would have to be good looking

Tall with wide shoulders and smooth skin and lets not forget

His eyes they would be blue like the ocean. Does this sound good?

One would think:

Now let me tell you about the man of my dreams he is the kindest, sweetest,
all who know him love him women, children, and men just want to his friend.
 If any call him he will come to their aid. I doesn't matter if he has to go out of state to accurate. When we first started dating we went to the farm I stepped in doggie poo
how would have knew. My prince charming rush to my aide sat me in the seat of his 
gray carmro and like prince charming removed the shoe. Took my shoe and away he flew to the pump and not only use the brush but soap too. When he returned and place it on my foot I knew this was the man I would marry. Because he took crap from me and he didn't have to. I knew he would do this for the rest of my life and I need someone like that.
Now I knew that when he ask me to marry him 1 1/2 years later I would say yes but I still had not seen his temper. saw him happy I saw him upset and I saw him pout but never mad so before I answered him I ask him do you ever get mad and he said well I don't know if you ever make me mad I will let you know.
I have been married for around 28 years  he has been my rock thru 2 c-sections and raising our kids. When I got brain cancer and I told him I wanted to go to Texas he answered me with lets see if we can get your parents to help with the children. My mother took in the children as if they were her own sent them to school and life when on. So he went with me to Texas and held my hand when Dr.Rao can in and told us his plan to do the MRI brain surgery he ask if this was the only plan and the doctor said no we can try chemo but I said no I want it out . Again he stood by me now this was not easy Dr. Rao said I could die I could be where I could lose all my memory and I could come out all right and that was all I focused on was I could be alright so that was my eye on the prize. When I woke up and couldn't talk and still had cancer and on hair on my head he was sill there playing the madilon. I took a year of chemo and losses all my hair everywhere and he held up my head while I threw up and this why I love him so much.
There is a bond between a woman and a man that god joins together and that is the man of there dreams it is call soul mate.


Details | Free verse | |

Childlike

I can laugh all night
Until sunrise
That might sound childish

I can act foolish
But I deserve 
To be treated right

I’m proud of myself
For preserving my 
My child innocence 

I can be naïve 
But I’d rather
Use my childlike brains

I have a grand gift
Of uplifting
The distraught spirits 

I can be mature
But who cares...I’m
Happy-go-lucky


Details | Senryu | |

Born to be friends

Brother and sister
Bicker and fight out of spite
Unbreakable love


By: Misty Leccese
© July 1, 2009


Details | Rhyme | |

Growing Up

Growing a little more every day the clothes worn in summer not fitting today Growing each day by leaps and bounds independent at play new discoveries found Growing and changing, days going by baby curls are long gone and your distinct infant cry Growth spurts are often and seem overnight no more crib rails or diapers baby gear out of sight Breaking away with each push and pull stroller rides and tummy time replaced with play dates and school Kisses are stolen and hugs sometimes, too growing up harder for me than you To dream of a boy grown into a man full of faith, love and happiness and following God's plan as you grow, my love will grow with you, too a mommy's love, infinite, unconditional and true By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Early Mother's Day contest (PD) Second Place


Details | Monorhyme | |

No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | Verse | |

A Riddle


I am who I am I can tip toe through a Dancing on Ice routine While Reaching for the stars I might be the patent, keen, Steve, Asics or rocket dog However I have a sole that flatten the lawn I suppose that’s my A contribution You smiled at me The first time we met Not to forget Flamboyant Dexter threatening words “I am going to retire You Unless you go with my holiday attire” Who am I?


Details | Free verse | |

Our Love

Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image of your last re-birth
Visions of your glory blind to my infantile sight
I cried out to God "take me lord, for to take my light
is to leave me unto darkness."

Crippled and shamed I crawled to my side
and wept to feel the fingers of your memory
sweep my hair from my cheek
As a child I raged that all he left of you for me
was the ghost of a life losing vitality in time
The world was numb but for the pain
and I rolled in the evanescence of it
wrapped like a proud shawl of mourning
that in this right I would sacrifice
and pay dignitary to what I failed you in
If I could have died, I would have born your stripes
I would have carried your cross
and welcomed the nails home
that all I could have of you 
was the agony
of your leaving...

My Mother I felt your tears too
as I felt in them in your fading
I felt the trails of your sorrow 
as you wept for your baby
Just as your comforts were
love and despair in one
 to me
(for how could I know your life lived in me)
	your regrets were mine misery 
then my comprehension of a Mothers love was foriegn.
Your presence drove me mad
Your death erased my dreams
and your life fed my memories.

Some where the blackness of years
numbned-greyed and I breathed
Some where in a moment I could not name
your presence gave me stregnth as I accepted
the world I now lived

But the majic of the moon faded, 
the faith you gave me staled
the world spun because God commanded
but my heart beat because you breathed it

God is a jealous God, I whispered
Is my loss my punishment for loveing her the more?
The tears trickled to moisture and days cycled into years
and I listened to your whisper, feather kisses
tucking me to sleep, some where in the depths
of the self I did not know, you loved, you prayed

You wept for my loss and yours, but you loved
you held me at night when I longed for you
you cheered for my each new step
and when I first held my son I heard in my  heart your first words to me
" My baby, My Baby' 
so then I understood and gave them to him

In learning this new love of my life I began to understand
not your death, but your life, your love, and why you still 
hold me and miss me as I miss you
but I hear you, I hear him
and I see my son I thank you both


Details | Couplet | |

A Change of View Inside Myself

Childhood days knew frivolous fun.
Nights brought fears one by one.

Possessions were many we needed naught.
My heart ached for the love I sought.

Manicured yards brought flowers bloom.
Inside myself was disaster’s loom.

Unique and historic our house served a mission.
Provided warmth; whipped into submission.

Words whirled around like a centrifuge.
God’s loving Son was my soul’s refuge.

Escape came young, but I finished school.
I learned to love and live the golden rule.

© March 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Verse | |

Nesting

The horrid hollowness of the empty nest,
viewed without a redress, empty nest.

Years of doting, uplifting, caring
bring forth a man of kindness, empty nest.

The sun which rose with his laughter
sets with a mother’s loneliness, empty nest.

Let my heart sing with each memory
of cuddled child breathless, empty nest.

Remembering you, longing for your smile,
brings meaning home, fullness to empty nest.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Love Will Survive

There must have been a time or two, 
Though long ago it seems to be.
At least I thought our souls had meshed; 
For this I know, we shared life's flesh.
No one would guess our shapeless bud, 
Sprang from one's womb of love we bloomed.

If I had known that growing up
 Meant loss of memories too tender 
And sweet, I would have used the
Will God gave, to shield us from both 
Harm and pain.

No matter what this life may bring, 
We must hold fast to mom’s favorite phrase, 
"Be Good to Your self"; then from some deep, 
Dark place her love resides, 
The calm and peace will surely rise.

Know this my brother, 
Our love is strong, and now 
She has gone; we are all we have.


Details | Bio | |

Dream

The way you kiss
It makes me sad
Pure and innocent
like a relationship i've never had
You could be a liar, or playing pretend
And i know that you're poor heart is still on the mend

But you grabbed me
And desire seeped out of my old soul
I felt it was the last time we'd ever embrace
and the way you kiss
made my thoughts race
I thought of what i was missing
long before we started kissing
About what i deserved, tolerated and settled for in the past
Before, i was so young
and just wanted
A fleeting feeling to last

The way you kiss
it boggles my mind
the backstabbers and snakes
i leave them behind

I cant be cocky, i cant brag or boast
Because i cant find the words to whisper in your ear

i cant touch you, or play coy games when you're near
A great transformation, A journey of some kind
Or perhaps its all a dream in my mind.


Details | Free verse | |

A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
warnings
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day


Details | I do not know? | |

Was it just all a DREAM?

You feel like your lost in love?
  Me. Many times.

     like when you hear his/her's voice your heart just *skips*
Or when you see them walking towards you....you can't breath.
 When you had your first kiss.  But not their's. but they still thinks it's cute.
Ya'll talk 24/7. Non stop. 
When he/she just stare's into your eyes you feel butterflies EVERYWHERE through your body.

But... when they stop talking to you, you get worried, scared.
 Or when they don't act the same way that they did when ya'll first were together.
  You don't know if its over or not. but you get confused and you can't work up the courge to 
talk to him/her.

                       Was it just all a DREAM? you'll soon find out when you talk to him/her.


*comment if you please. just want to hear your thoughts (or fav poem)* :)

                                                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | Free verse | |

Celestial Mask

So many times, have I cried your name, and you do not answer. I know not your face nor your name, yet I only know you are a sir. Perhaps now married, perhaps still single, nevertheless, You are my big brother, the longing for you makes me restless. The labyrinth of my life, it is everlasting. Everywhere I turn, I find more sadness that becomes unbearable and strangling. I will keep my eyes open and wait for you, but even if you cannot return my feelings, please know, Us meeting was no mere accident, I believe God sent you to me to show, I needed a chance to change, a chance to smile! So those who like me now, they have you to thank, While, Those who despise me can kiss my derrière, Because I will not drastically change myself for them, so there! Don't you agree that it was fate? I could have met anyone else, but it was you who opened the gate. When I was alone, self-loathing because of how my relatives treated me, You comforted me and told me I could talk to you, and through tears, I can see, Wait for me... Please... We will meet once and for all, You are my savior who saved one child from the darkness that loomed over so tall. However, my heart is already the color noir and full of madness, corruption, hatred and sadness, But you have only seen the loneliness in my heart, the depression and suicidal thoughts, yet with you, the impossible was possible, it was my happiness... I shared my thoughts with a few others, but you are the first, the only one I truly feel comfortable not hiding from. Everyone else, for some reason, cannot be trusted or be burdened with this weight of incredible sum. But the reason I trust you the most, the reason I love you, is because you, out of all the people in the world, told me it was okay to... Be me... Everyone else after was far too late and by then, I would have been found dead in the sea. To cut out the heart that pains me, to shoot the brain that over thinks, to drown in eternal sadness or burn away the impurity of those who influenced me... To destroy it all and leave. That is what will happen, therefore, I cannot risk strengthening the bonds I have with others, for soon, I will disappear without a trace, because of what I believe. When I exact revenge on my family, I will be wanted dead and will have no further purpose. I will revert to nature's soil. So, my existence will be a nuisance and though I will plunge everything in a hectic turmoil, I shall not regret a thing. May 1st, 2013; 5:13 pm


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 | |

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


Details | Diamante | |

Little One

baby
powdered, pampered
crying, smiling, crawling
bambino, bairn, nursling, nipper
playing, laughing, sleeping
cuddled, cherished
child


Details | Light Poetry | |

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 | Ballad | |

Because She Loves You

There is nothing more magical,
nor precious, 
than the gift of motherly love. 

Your heart thaws, as she grasps you in a warm embrace 
Her smile fills you with joy,
She putts her soul into everything she dose, 
because, she love you. 

She gives you advice,
and she helps you,
she is your guardian angel 
because she loves you. 

It is true,
You will have quarrels. 
About little miner things. 
But, at the end of the day,
She still loves you,
and you love her,
because she's you mom,
and you wouldn’t have it another way! 


Details | Blank verse | |

Spelling LOVE

Little angels lying around
Sprawled out on clouds
In pink and purple pajamas
Against clear blue skies
Cutting and scribbling pictures
Of houses, people, pets, butterflies and trees
Of clouds, stars, the moon, hearts and bees
In all their abstractions and colors

With letters drawn
Backwards and upside down
And in all shapes and sizes
No matter what letters or order
Or what pictures 
They spell 
LOVE
To be hung on refrigerators


Details | I do not know? | |

Peers & Dears

I have someone indeed
Who is beside with me
It helps me when I need
It loves & cares me deep

Its like a shadow behind
That fills my strength & deem
It makes me feel protect
Sparrows in skies like jet

In cold & rainy day
It gave me safe loved shed
In shade of caring shed
I hold its hand to get
Its love n care i bet

I wish to make a ride
To stars & dreamy sky
With twinkling spark in eyes
Just have a great dream ride
To make your spirits high

I love to see morn rise
As it brings hopes to life
New sun now comes up with,
New things which leads you high

I kept my peers so dear
Because we all were near
In lobbies chatting all gossip 
Was like a sour & sweet grape sip

That time is yet so rare
Now nobody just cares
I wish to be back kid
To open the youthful lid

Our time went like a flayer
We didn't noticed the player
That took us fast to dare
Those days were very fair

I miss my peers & dears
Who were life's part so fair
I wish the world so mean,
To fluid itself ,to make a visible keen

I won't ever forget
Their contributions i bet
They made my life Joyed act
So i won't have regret

I love my peers & dears
Who were life's part so fair
I want them to survive
With me & my memories dive


Details | Lyric | |

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


Details | Cinquain | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Denial of Freedom

What the hell is Trans-gender?
Who are the judges appointed 
To send these children into the dark
Without so much as a flashlight?

Why do the innocents have to suffer 
For the ignorance of their elders
For the unconscious majority
Of the planet's population?

It is the way of the future
Our children will live there
With their genders identified
As an evolutionary process continues.

We question with furrowed eyebrows
We look with curiosity
We love unconditionally
We accept with faith.

Some of us will cry 
For not understanding sooner
For allowing the suffering 
That ended with suicide.

Some of us will understand
Before it's too late
That we hold the healing light
And the power of choice.


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

Black Leather Pouch

I stood before the mirror
in my violet cotton shirt
and jeans from the Gap,
with combed brown hair 
falling just below my shoulders,
my backpack in tow.
Small but mighty,
there I was,
ready to be one of 
the big kids now.

I held on tightly to my mom's hand
on the corner of Hazel and Greenleaf,
anxiously awaiting the arrival 
of the yellow school bus
to take me off to my first day
as a 1st grader. 

She sensed my nerves
and knelt down beside me,
placing a small black leather pouch necklace
in my hand.
"Put this around your neck
and whenever you start to feel
scared or lonely at school,
just rub the pouch and I'll be there,"
she said with a smile.

I clutched the pouch 
in my hand as the school bus
pulled up to the corner
and opened its doors. 
Charlie the bus driver
welcomed kids with a warm smile,
but I didn't want to let go of mom's hand.
With the pouch in my right hand,
and her hand in my left,
everything was right.
But as the last of the other kids
boarded the bus,
I knew it was time to let go
of mom's hand.

I waved one more time from the bus
as I sat down on the sticky brown
school bus seats.
I looked out the window
trying to hold onto my mom
with my eyes until
I couldn't see her anymore.

I felt the tears begin to well,
and my lower lip trembled,
the only thing I wanted 
was to be back with my mom.
I took the pouch out of my hand,
and slipped it over my head
onto my neck.
Closing my eyes
I rubbed the pouch,
and just like she said,
she was there with me
holding my hand.

Years later 
on a humid day in late September
I stood in front of the mirror
in my apartment,
wearing a yellow tank top 
and a loose brown skirt,
my short hair pulled back
in a ponytail.
As the time came for me to leave,
all I wanted to do was cry.
I wish mom was here to hold my hand,
I thought, looking down at my
empty hands.
I grabbed my bag from my chair,
and a worn black leather pouch
fell from the chair onto the carpet.
I stared at it for just a moment,
and then picked it up and tied it tightly 
to the strap on my bag.
As I walked into the room
for my first day as a big girl
in the real world.
I realized I was rubbing the pouch
with the fingers on my right hand,
just as I did on the first day of 
the 1st grade.

I knew she was there with me
holding my hand through my struggles,
just like she promised me years earlier
while waiting for the bus
on the corner of Hazel and Greenleaf.


Details | Sonnet | |

Redeem

Redeem

The silver clouds fled high, above the fair;
analogy of rainfall was and bliss,
the boats were swaying their unearthly prayer
like coffins cradled they above abyss.

Exploding foam his smile became and oath
with blooms of red the fates regaled Spring's knell
the main mast ropes and sails became his clothe,
communion hush he drunk, from Faith's dark well.

And in that stillness he regained her grace,
conceived soul's amvon to sustain her glance,
invited by her verse and rains' embrace,
a Stygian sermon was her offered chance.

That night the boats returned his childhood dream
to coves of their liturgical redeem.

© 06.10.2013 G. Venetopoulos
(Sonnet)


Details | Tanka | |

Mom And Dad

  ________________________

Happy Birthday to me
I'll make a great memory
make Mom and Dad proud
with a bright flash they will see
just how much they mean to me.....

  ________________________


A Linda-Marie Contest
Poet ~  ^Rick Parise




Details | Lyric | |

Times Were Tough

I come from down in the valley, there, my father's house shines hard and bright in the darkness on the edge of town, like my memories calling so cold and alone troubled times had come to my hometown times were tough, love was not enough to feed us and keep us warm the greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown my father once told me, with every wish there comes a curse now, I understand what he meant you choose the chance you take still, at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe My hometown lays waiting for rebirth maybe everything that dies someday comes back By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 5, 2012 for Sing a Song a Poem contest (Tracie~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Eighth Place *Bruce Springsteen lyrics I come from down in the valley - The River My father's house shines hard and bright - My Father's House In the darkness on the edge of town - In the Darkness on the Edge of Town Calling and calling so cold and alone - My Father's House Troubled times had come to my hometown - My Hometown Times were tough, love was not enough - When You're Alone The greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown - Death to My Hometown With every wish there comes a curse - With Every Wish You choose the chance you take - The Price You Pay Still at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe - Reason To Believe Maybe everything that dies someday comes back - Atlantic City


Details | Quatrain | |

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



Details | Elegy | |

Quiet

I wish they taught more about
Heartbreak in English class;
That I would see your face
In stormclouds, when
Bronze from the sunset scribbles
Our names in the sky.
It is happening every day.

I am no prize
In my Rossington-Collins band teeshirt
And deliberately torn jeans,
Sitting on the end of the street-
The place where horizon brush strokes
Abruptly end.



"Quiet"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Son

Dear Son,
   I haven't got to meet you,but from this picture I can see.
Just how wonderful you could be, and golly you look just like me.
I want to hold you, hug, and kiss you. I can't wait to see the day.
I may only have one picture, but I can't put the thing away!
I've been showing you to everyone, weather they want to look or not.
Even to strangers on the bus to school. I'm just so proud of what I got.
I pray to God your mother gives me a chance to be a good father to my boy.
Just to hold your picture, close to my face, sends me to a whole new world of joy.
I want to meet you! I love you! I just pray someday you'll see...
That I'm sorry things couldn't work out with your mother and I. You already mean the world 
to me.


Details | Ballad | |

Untitled (A Mother's Poem)

Last night I had a vision
of a magic hummingbird
Who’d come with mystic wisdom
to a question he once heard

My dream became a story 
that was written just for you
upon a prism rainbow   
he created as he flew

As he spun his magic tale 
it was painted on the sky
along with graceful notes of
an enchanted lullaby

The evanescent melody 
starts; “Once upon a time”
and generates perfection: 
unveiled memories, sublime

Long ago, and far away
you awoke and came to me
and commenced an epoch query
for a child of only three

I picked you up and kissed you
and you gave a kiss to me.
”Have we always been together, Mom?”
“Will we always be?” 

“I think so.  Don’t you?”   I asked
and my eyes filled up with tears
as if our lives could be summed up 
by the number of our years.

Your tired little eyes exposed
your innocence of youth 
but your brilliant mind brought 
peace, quickly reconciled by truth

Entranced in thought you pondered
then you turned to answer me
“I think so, for sure!”  
you insisted, most emphatically

Like links upon the chain of life
joined by unseen tether.
You chirped your explanation,
“We’ve always been together!”

“When Mema was so tiny,
that you couldn’t even see,
Nana was seed in her,  
You were in that seed, with me!”

I closed my eyes and held you
then I kissed your little head 
“Yep.  It’s true.”  you said.  “Always.”
and you shuffled back to bed

Just when you think it’s over
and it’s reached a wondrous end
The end is a beginning
and we round the magic bend

I dreamed about a hummingbird
luminous and blue
Who emanated mystic wisdom 
into rainbows as he flew

The melody diffuses
as a harmony of hues.
Surrender then crescendo
into eternities’ good news

The orchestra of life explodes
and our hummingbird returns
to weave his final tapestry
sprouting life from ashes burned

This is a perfect story
and it has a perfect end
giving rise to new creation
and the bird will fly again

Many, many years from now
As you gaze at the night sky
You’ll think about this story
then remember me and sigh

Glance up to the crescent moon
In its’ stead you’ll see my smile
tell me all about your day
and we’ll visit for a while

Gently I’ll caress your cheek
with breeze upon the air
and sprinkle you with moonlight 
so you know that I am there

We’ve always been together,
and we shall always be.
A little birdie told me so,
as you did, when you were three.


Details | I do not know? | |

He's Our Joy

“He’s Our Joy”
He talks funny
But his disposition is sunny
Even though his tongue is too long
He’s not a loss
Just because his eyes are crossed
He’s never going to earn a degree
To his parents he’ll always cleave
He may have Downs
But he’s a joy to have around
The public might shame him
But they don’t see what makes us love him
He’s our precious joy
Our very own Mongoloid.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Little poem and a red gown

She wears nice clothes and waits for the next thing to happen. 
No more hospital beds or quarterly syndromes to cry. 
Now that you’re gone - she's divine and she's fine. 

Rags and traps are washed from the tears you drop. 
And she wears them in a ballroom as a beautiful red gown dress... 
Before you tell her to stop. 

Waiting for the dark man to dance with her. 
Oh, what a beautiful and sorrow pain that flows. 
Fresh, new, assimilated. 

Lovely ballerina. 
White lily. 
Timid young man. 

They’re in love in the starry night. 
Admiring the sky together. 
Wondering if this time they’re right.

Bright eyes.
Sweet smile.
And their affection can finally climb and shine.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stay at Home Mom

Oatmeal stained pants
milk stained rug
1 diaper pail full
6 bottles to scrub

Switch clothes to the dryer
3 more loads to wash
background music: Miss Spider
the least annoying to watch

Time for lunch
"airplane" makes you laugh
I smell something awful
Time for a bath

Scrub-a-dub-dub
too many toys for one tub
but they keep you entertained
while I get the job done
 
All squeeky clean
time for a nap
But surprise! ...you're not tired
How about that?

Back to the kitchen
dirty dishes to wash
background music: Yo Gabba Gabba
the most annoying to watch

Full time, over time
every single day
complete infinite tasks
on a zero dollar pay

But then I look over
and catch you smiling at me
Somehow thats worth more
Than any check will ever be


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Endless Lighthouse Beam

I miss you more than sky is blue
     Piercing sunlight from beyond;
Days made old and mind anew
     My weariness like a song:
When up is down too many few
     Tightropes when you’re gone.

Needing you more than oceans deep
     Currents in the flow;
Wide awake or drifting sleep
     Lying in pure snow:
If I should die my soul to keep
     Wherever you may go.

Remember me when I have sailed
     To that far away world of dreams;
Think well of me though I have failed
     From time to time it seems:
While upon my ship I’ll man the rails
     In search of your endless lighthouse beam. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Mother

There is no way I can express the love I feel for you.
Or count the many things throughout the years you helped me through.
There is no way I can repay the sacrifices made.
But from my memory these countless things will never fade.

The sleepless nights when I was sick you stayed up by my side.
The medicine, the chicken soup, with love you did provide. 
The times you walked me back and forth each day right to my school.
And taught me how to cross the street, repeating every rule.

On every Christmas morning there were presents by the tree.
I always thought that Santa Claus had heard my desperate plea.
With very little money you still always found a way.
To make sure I was happy, every year, on Christmas day.

To church, the park, the library, you took me everywhere.
In rain and snow and bitter cold, in summer’s heat and glare.
Long bus rides that you endured, while holding my small hand.
So I could swim inside the sea, make castles in the sand.
 
You taught me how to cook and clean and even how to sew.
Patiently explaining, because of you I know.
You saved your little dollars one by one, they did accrue.
Then took me to the movies, Coney Island, and the zoo.

And when I grew and had my sons and asked if you would be.
The one to watch them while I worked, of course, you did agree. 
You gave them all the love and care so I could go and earn.
The money to provide without the worry and concern.

How can I ever really say how much I feel for you?
A life-time filled with love and memories between us two.
Although your bones are brittle and the years have slowed your pace.
I still can hear the way you laughed and see your smiling face.
   


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


Details | ABC | |

Someone Elses Life

I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.


Details | Quatrain | |

Son to Father

When I was just a kid, 
I’d watch you dress in blue. 
Knowing that someday, 
I’d be just like you.
 
When you’d leave my eyes brimmed, 
And quickly started to stream. 
I idolized you in everyway, 
And wanted to live your dream.
 
Now that I am older, 
I realize I’m like you. 
Polishing my badge, 
And walking in your shoes. 

I think about your words, 
While filling in my blotter. 
I’m pleased to be like you; 
The pride of son to father. 



Details | Free verse | |

vacant days

vacant days of big fat cats
little old ladies with big
white hats

summer naps followed
by soft summer nights
turning into silver
dreams of.....

conjured up lovers
and riding machines

pasting in books of

innocent looking guys
with high flying schemes

brothers tender then 
hostile;  old loves gone
cold........

waiting for a ring
by a small black phone


Details | Sestina | |

The Heart of Poverty

Once upon a time, mother was gifted new life.
Reformed, reborn the second child to poverty, 
through the coldness of a Maine winter came beauty.
A fair Eve to her brothers Adam construction
her bloom was destined for a fresh spring being
and her eventual undoing awaits at death.

And, so she was born from the stark darkness of death
and raised on the undone leavings of old life.
Grandma brought bright sunlight with all of her being.
Granddad culled the forest deer to dress their poverty.
A thin walled lake cabin, a homes base construction
housed a family full of fine children’s beauty.

Field and forest with flower and tree were her beauty.
The doe, the buck, the rabbit bought life from their death.
The harshness of this life brought forth angry constructions,
razor strap beatings on small white behinds laced their lives.
Fishing, gardening canning and sewing relieved poverty
In time love came for her dancing into being

The Big One WWII brought my Dad to being
Auburn hair and chocolate eyed was Mom’s beauty
Her handmade clothes sewn with the art poverty
The war had brought them all too close to death
Lovers grasp at the gift they’re given, gifted life
and a new family of country and city was constructed.

Fifty years more , she was given, in this soul construction
tearful years of longing for a different being
with little joy at home, the family of this life
denying the world outside the walls the beauty
not even accepting the end of pain her death
Her gift to me, knowledge, I live not in poverty.

Mom died on a cold wet January day in poverty.
Her poverty was of money and not of love’s construction
at her tidy bed sitting with her hand in mine she died.
“Oh, I wish it were so, and then not, with all my being”
Not all of her treasures gone, for her children’s beauty
remains, their love had not left her throughout her life.

Though in reality Mom lived a short time in poverty being
but the construction of even that poorest plight was always beautiful.
And what is death really once through the pain but rich new life.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Box

Dad came home with a packaged parcel
when I was just a boy.
A special gift he'd bought for me.
I had hoped it was a toy.

He placed it on the floor below
and nodded that I open.
I reached for it and fully smiled;
bulky and utopian.

And knowing that my parents bought
a gift from both their hearts,
I schlept next to the box contents
and pryed it up in parts.

At first sight, there emerged a truck-
One shiny, big and red.
I gawked excited, my eyes glued fast
and paused to breath then shed.

That night I played around the room.
The floor my second home.
That soon I tired and fell asleep
inside the box and dome.

By morning I had made a home,
a window and a door.
I parked my truck outside the box
leaned back to sleep and snore.

I napped and played throughout the day:
the box more fun than toy.
I saw my parents laugh at me,
and I just smiled coy.

The box was more than I expected.
A toy more than all toys.
A box a noble thing to have,
to play inside with noise.

A box to do most any thing.
To raise me and to guide.
Now that I'm older and think back
my parents loved the ride.

I'm older now and have two kids.
I think I'll buy them gifts.
and knowing what I know of parents,
I'll get a box that lifts.

A cardboard box that's square and simple.
A love of boys and girls.
A home with doors and windows,
that bounces, plops and whirls.

A cardboard box straight from the heart.
No greater love of parents.
One kid's can laugh and play inside.
A love that is transparent.


Details | Sonnet | |

My Romance with Coffee

what is it with coffee shops and romance?
when I first met my wife we drank coffee
there wasn’t a party we didn’t dance
as a boy wooed girls with Mister Softee

when I was single I drank more coffee
but I also smoked a lot back then too
and I looked like Jesus said Aunt Sophie
those days are long gone now I’m living true

I love ice coffee and coffee ice cream
don’t like instant coffee rather Singles
when I do drink coffee with milk no cream
instead of doughnuts we’re eating Pringle’s

coffee is the love of many I know
as for me that extra cup I’ll say no






Details | Cinquain | |

YOUTH MUST BE LIVED

How true is the saying that youth is eternal and glorious only for some,
when hearts are free of worries, they know nothing of human pain;
fantasy suddenly begins and dusk that brings night delays to come...
and as wild and incredible it might seem, it always recalls home!
Youth must be lived, not wasted, but be reveled in happy refrain.


Details | Free verse | |

Return to the Womb

Down in to the darkness deep
Slowly and delicately I now edge
In to the warmth so cold and bleak
In to the womb I once resided
In the mother I’d idolized
Wondering what did happen
Wondering what had changed
What had caused such death?
To cause such pain?
Still slowly moving, sneaking, 
I started faintly weeping
Why would we cause this?
Why did we not see?
Still I inch, well tears did fall
Till a light I did spy
Till a sprig I now cradle
Now I see, as I gently stop my deplore,
My mother will forgive
All the hurt,
The hate,
All the people that did denounce,
All she has provided
All that she cherishes
Yet she now grants;
Redemption 
Forgiveness
Unconditional love
All in the loud roar
Of spring


Details | I do not know? | |

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! 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

When I want you to hold me

When all things have
fallen into place
disease stops spreading
bringing fear to the human race
children fall hush like the sound
of angels wings, a 
soft hush,
this is when I will call to you,
the time for you my love
to hold me.


Details | I do not know? | |

My mother

she was an angry woman
not much love, 
she wouldnt put up with a man
abusing her, 
the mistake women made then,
prostitution for security,
selling your heart for money,
she regretted having me,
lost freedom,
tied down,
single mom, poor,
abused by the culture,
her love was shown
in that she didnt abandon us,
even though she was tempted,
her mother wasnt that strong,
my heart didnt value that,
i wanted to be wanted, loved.

I saw the other children, 
wanted, loved, rich,
my blinders on, 
rose coloured glasses,
envy, despair, no self esteem, 
worthlessness, less than human,

not expensive enough clothes,
not nice enough car,
"drop me off a block from school"
"I am not shopping at wal-mart"

something i didnt notice then
i have always been blessed with beauty
i never even saw the girls that adored me
too afraid, to poor, to stupid, 

If my mother didnt love me, how could another?
greedy, selfish women, angry, 
years of oppression, and taking it out on me,
the male, the enemy, "no love from mommy".

Now i pay the price for my fathers oppression.
the gay guys arent as wierd as i thought,
at least they are getting laid. 

The women i meet now, 
if i love them
i am not good enough for them
if i use them or tell them how pathetic they are,
they love me, addicted, cant leave. 

On occassion i love a weaker girl,
i see their potential,
usually sexually abused as a child,
they will leave, hate me, 
for my honesty, 
too afraid of love, of closeness,
get pregnant and leave or kill themself,
one or the other, such drama,
If a child wont end their suffering 
then death will. 

What did i do to deserve this?


Details | Free verse | |

Friends

Souls surface, scared and torn.
Fearful child, you were so wise.
Too precious for this filth,
Though every diamond came from muck.

Sadistic friend, your corruption
Knows no limits.
He who mocks with such venom
Poisons his own heart.

Crippled breath, you run here
In these veins,
A black opium, oh hidden puppeteer!

I suppose you have forgotten me

By now.


Details | Narrative | |

A Two Woman Duo

A Two Woman Duo
 
By Missy Yourist 



I am from the inside of a woman whom I have never met. 
A birth mother who I do not know one ounce of who or what she is about. 
A person who bearably carried me for nine months. 
Gave birth to me, a 3 pound toe-head baby. 
She had to have held me right after, but my baby eyes don't seem to remember. 
Blurred by the brightness of the world, 
I never saw who my birth mother was. 

But after two months, I was passed onto the most beautiful creature 
that my premature eyes had ever seen. 
A woman who would ultimately become my real mother. 
A wonderful being who would raise me with pride. 
Teach me the ways in which she thought we right. 
A mom who would love me with all of her heart and care for me 
for the 14 years that she would be able to share with me.


Details | Verse | |

MOTHER 1

I could recall some years ago
The day that sealed the  deeds of the deal
And dot the long journey  of nine months
In my calendar of the years
The same brought about the cry 
That started the journey  of my childhood…
What a honey of motherhood?
An answer to your heart cry
                                            
You were assisted and ushered 
Into the labor room 
Like my savior was accompanied 
To Gethsemane and went further
With the burden of sin of perishing souls
He bent His knees in prayers; 
He sweated blood

So you lingered 'un-angered'
With the burden of a baby boy
You genuflected in labor 
Fear with joy loomed in the air
Swimming in the ocean tides of the clouds
And I could see water dripping 
Down your cheeks and nostrils
All because of me

Could I see any one that flogged you? 
No! It's I beating you from within 
Not with cane but with pains
Like a sheep before its shearer
You journeyed between life and death
All because of me!
 
It would have been simple if that was all
But I could see 
Like two of your younger ones
Even of your daughter's age 
Shouting at you
Push! Push! Push!
Else you kill this baby
What ridicule leading a miracle?
All because of me!

Push! Push! Push!
That was their shout and cry
That ushered me into a new world
Right at their ward
That was not because they're wayward
It was a labor room

It was labor for you
That which ignited my favour
What a pain heralding a gain?
But it was like a pay to me
I took it for a ride but 
It was mother’s pride and joy 
I thought it was play
Until she smacked and spanked me

Yet they succeeded
As they persuaded you and encouraged you
Then and there with flow of water 
And pool of blood you pushed forth 
And you pushed through.
 
I thought it was a favour and for my good
Only to see her hand carried me 
As if she was all out to help
But it was only to cut the cord
While I held my hands together
Lost in the comfort and dream 
Of the cosy womb  
She took me out of the comfort zone
She smacks and spanks me 
Again, again, and again
She made me to cry and never cared to say sorry
But told stories

He's another boy, she said
Right there she baptized me 
Into a new world
She dragged that thing 
She called cot to your side
And placed me in it
Alone I was laid crying
And all she did was to laugh at me
Mum. Her white uniform belied her act

Dedicated to V.A Aderounmu.
© Fisayo  Aderounmu.2012



Details | Verse | |

A SOUTHERN BOY WITH VIVID DREAMS

Since early childhood I was aware of my sorroundings;
looking around with the interest of a grown-up man,
waiting for the golden sunrise with rosy streaks
to rise from beyond the Paterno Mountain...
to dazzle a southern boy with vivid dreams.


The clock-tower, in the Fallen Soldiers memorial square wreath-adorned,
stroke seven to announce the coming of a quite day
in a valley, where orange blossoms strongly perfumed
welcoming spring in all its daintiness and cheerfulness...
as shallows retuned home flying over pines groves covered with gray.


My chestnut-colored hair was gently brushed by a whimsical breeze,
spreading the scent of jasmine's bushes wilting down;
that's where robins took shelter when the summer sun
was at its hightest peak and trees glistened and swayed to please
a curious and adventurous southern boy with vivid dreams. 


Ever wondered how I had gotten to be an elaborate poet in childhood days,
exploring everything to express myself in the most unique ways?
It was love of Nature and its splendor breathed in with appreciation  
that made me who I am today, and wiping away the tears of golden age,
I feel the fanthom of my presence wandering down a silent lane swarmed with sage.


Night came with willowy shadows, carrying out their nocturanl task...
not to frighten me, but to bring the brilliance of gleaming stars so perfectly aligned;
and I dreamed with relief, knowing that there would be no endless wait
to be overwhelmed with a mystery only revealed to a child with vivid dreams.
I looked further above, beyond the stunning, starry sky as the brightest light shined.    


The country I am writing about is Italy






Details | Rhyme | |

Ma Rock

“I shall be telling this with a sigh” - “Robert Frost “  

She was my nineteenth , Mother
She was plump, and extremely Jolly
Her LOVE for those in Her care
Was a Quality Extremely Rare

She came running at me, arms opened wide
With arms at my side I collide with a hug and a Kiss
My first in over nine Years in her Heart I will abide
I remember my first Motherly Kiss, I still Live in it’s Bliss

Inspired BY Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~
For Her Last Contest “ Any Mother Poem*( Originally
                     Give a Kiss Mommy )
Written with a Sadden Heart to YOU : “ CONSTANCE LA FRANCE “
With LOVE, ALWAYS and FOREVER…Harry ( HGarvey Daniel Esquire )


Details | Couplet | |

Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...



Details | Free verse | |

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 | Quintain (English) | |

Letter to My Inner Child

My child I cry when I see you,
your face just points to the wall.
My emotional senses feel you,
Do you now hear my call?

The abuse you suffered when younger,
is past, it's over and gone.
Please forgive the people who hurt you,
Come to terms with all that was wrong.

It was Ok to have felt unhappy,
It was then that you traveled alone.
But now you've grown much older,
you're the best person I have ever known.

Awaken the mind that is within you,
be at peace in your world, that is 'Now',
I know I don't have all the answers,
I can only advise on the how.

Your journey now begins with a footstep,
the way will be hilly, quite tough,
But go this way, be happy,
content you go with my love.


Details | Personification | |

Evanescence

Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair

sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure

Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee


Details | Free verse | |

Blowing Bubbles

Two blond heads with beaming smiles
on the other side of the screen door.
Blowing bubbles from their magic wands,
carried off on the breeze.

The deck is soapy,
     the window is too
          but I don't care at all.

Two blond heads with beaming smiles,
soapy from head to toe.
This is a perfect summer day
with rainbow bubbles everywhere.

The sun beams down
     but not as brightly
          as the smiles of these two.

Something as simple as bubbles in the air
brings joy to all who see.
This is a perfect summer day
with rainbow bubbles everywhere.


Details | Verse | |

Melancholy Memory

Youth from long ago Back when I was little And still in grammar school… Innocence I held puppy love I thought she was all that My whole world was for her… Gratitude Swiftly things went south Felt the pains of lost love Hurt was running rampant… Illusion Cried for many days I couldn’t digest pain I was lost within me… Destruction My heart is broken Finally I knew grief I felt it throughout me… Saddened love
Melancholy Form by Constance 5/6/6/3 X5 Contest: Melancholy Memory Sponsor: Constance La France 5/13/2013


Details | I do not know? | |

I Cried Today

I Cried Today

I am thirteen today
You would think I would be happy
Yet it is hard to even crack a smile
With everyone wishing me a Happy Birthday
To me it’s not that happy
As today strange voices carrying on inside me
They say I don’t deserve to live 
They say I should die
I am thirteen and 

I Cried Today

My sweet sixteen isn’t so sweet
I just want to hide
Go back to sleep 
Or simply disappear
What is a girl to do? 
When she feels so sad, lonely and depressed
I don’t even have anyone to turn to
I am sixteen and 

I Cried Today

Today I am nineteen 
It is my graduation day
And while I am smiling on the outside 
I feel like I am crumbling on the inside
Those voices don’t give 
Never a break 
No rest for the wicked they say
I am nineteen and 

Today I Cried

I am twenty-one 
No drinking for me 
I am in a hospital as my first sip was almost my last
Who knew I could be so allergic
I am twenty-one
In a hospital and 

I Cried Today

I am twenty-five 
I thought I was in love 
Until I walked in on my fiancé 
In bed with my best friend
My heart feels so cold
I am so alone 
As my world has just turned upside down 
I am twenty-five and 

I Cried Today

I am thirty
I am working hard
To get back my life 
Take control of my future 
And actually see the possibilities of a tomorrow
It is a lot of work 
With a hard road ahead
I am Thirty 

I Never Cried Today

I am thirty-four
In a few short months I will be thirty-five 
I am not alone 
I realize I never was
Surrounded by people I love
People who love me
Married to the love of my life
My dreams are coming true
I feel so happy 
I am almost thirty-five and 

I Smiled Today

By: Jean Shular


Details | Free verse | |

A Child's Training Part 2 of 2

(Prov. 22: 6 /  Heb. 5: 14  /  Deut. 6: 6-9  /  2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16  /  Matt. 19: 13, 14)


- cont. - from Part 1



And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find

And You Can’t Let A Child
Follow Its Every Whim …
No Matter How Brilliant or Smart
Dumb Things Will Make Them Dim

But Parents Try To Remember
Just When You Were Young …
Didn’t You Just Want To Act Stupid
And Have Some Friends & Fun?

Every Child Needs To Know
What & Who They Can Trust …
This Is More Important Than That Job
& Making Big Bucks

Every Child Needs Guidance
Even If Parents Are Just Guessing
But There Is A Book of Instructions
To Keep Parents & Child From Stressing
(2 Tim. 3: 15, 16)

It Is A Compass & A Map
& Its Like Reading A Diary of  Confessions
Where Both Parents & Children
Can Learn About Real Life Lessons
(Matt. 4: 4  /  Matt. 19: 13, 14)

And We Need To Start Training Them Young
From The Crib & From The Womb
Give ‘Em Plenty Space & Privacy
But Know What’s Going On In That Room!

‘Cause Newsflash! … Now Hear This
When Children Get Wrong Ideas or Tears
It’s Up To Loving Parents & Families
To Steer Them Free & Clear

Yes, Newsflash! … Now Know This
Children Don’t Know Nuthin’!
It’s Up To Responsible Adults
To ‘Try’ & Teach Them Somethin’ …

Their Bright Little Eyes & Minds
Are Looking To Us For Advice
And We Have To Watch Their Little Heads
So They Don’t Get Infected With Lice!

Yes, Their Bright Eyes & Minds
Are Looking To Us For Advice
& There Is Not Enough or Too Much Time
That We Could Sacrifice

And Without The Rod of Discipline
Whether Spanking or Time Out On The Floor
Loving Communication Is What Keeps Them
From Being Spoiled & Rotted To The Core

Look – Grandmamma Used  To Tell Me
“If Everybody Is Sticking Their Head In The Fire
And They Tell You It Won’t Hurt …
You Tell ‘Em ‘You’re A Liar!’”

Listen, We All Can See That This World
Is Going To You Know Where In A Hand-Basket
But You Don’t Have To Let Them Group You & Yours
Into That Casket …

And When A Child Wants To Eat Candy
‘Cause It Tastes Good – All Day Long!
When You Tell Them “No!”
Listen … You Ain’t Wrong!


                        Written & ©:  7/16/2013

                        By:  The MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


Details | Sonnet | |

Sandcastles

When she dreams of following streams,
of childlike castles in the sand,
with ancient pebbles in her hand,
seen through brown eyes that gleam.
As the tides leave tales untold,
she sits among the scattered shells.
The sea gulls sound like ocean bells. 
With sand too soft for her to hold.
She molds the dough into an art, 
and knows that it will fade away.
Like secret whispers in the dark,
yet still she builds it everyday. 
With girlfriend longing in her heart,
for sandcastles that will stay.


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | Quatrain | |

Remembering When

I remember when
I was a frilly butterfly
With a need to be loved
While flying happily up the sky

I remember when
I met him my sweetheart
He was made of pure innocence
And gave my life a new start

I remember when
He broke me up badly
I was still a frail butterfly
But I could now only see love as my enemy

I remember when
I took the vow of turning into Narcissus
True, treading the path alone get lonely
But it is yet better than to be Sisyphus


Details | Tanka | |

moorings

....................................................................................................................................


a skinned or bruised knee,
battered pride, when ball games lose…
bandages to soothe…

mother’s bag, filled to the brim
were words of understanding

~

way around the bend
fast curve balls came unending…

a soft place to land
a gentle hand for mending…

my bag of tricks holds ….loving


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Inspired by Linda Marie's contest "Bag of Tricks"
By Carrie Richards


Details | Epigram | |

A STRANGE BEDFELLOW

Woman Is Insulted,
By Challenging His Manhood;
Getting His Buddies To Rape,
Was His Way Of Reinforcing.

He, Not a Man,
Force Himself On a Feminist.
Give a Valid Reason While Rape.
Feminist Tempt Masculine

By Their Proactive Dressing.
Insubordination To Human Nature.
Could It Be That
Masculine Is Weak?

By The Sight Of Bear Breast?
Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean.
FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place.
Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her.

It Was Her First Encounter.
Screaming She Was,
Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her.
Bath I Must Have Said For Years.

Dirty She Felt And Wasn’t Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body.
Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body.
Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed?
And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?


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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 | I do not know? | |

Foolish Little Girl

Knights in shining armor

Balls in grand palaces

Unbreakable love

Charming princes

Fairytale endings

 

The untold story...

The man behind the armor

The end of the ball

Break ups

When the prince stays a frog

We don't all live happily ever after

 

I love you

you don't love me back.

I thought you were perfect

I then saw the true you

I found out you were just one more frog

That I would kiss

I was young and nieve

Blinded by love

A foolish little girl...

 

Who beileved in Happy Ever After...

And never got her fairytale ending


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A Fathers Promise for a son

I promised I’d always love you
From the day of your own birth.
I promise I will love you more
Than anything on Earth.
I promise I will be there
On the day you learn to talk.
I promise I will hold your hands
When you begin to walk.
I promise I will wipe your tears
At the times when you are sad.
I promise I will love you still
Even if I’m mad.
I promise I will do my best
Each and every day.
The love you give to me is strong
But, there’s one more thing to say.
You are the apple of my eye
You are my pride and joy.
I’ll always hold you in my heart
‘cause you’re Daddy’s little boy.


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Sacrament of Baptism


The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”

The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family

Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism

Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit

Those who die for faith
 All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize

With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven

Written 09172012


Details | Light Poetry | |

Me without You

Me without you is a motionless sail boat,
A kid being out doors in the winter without a coat.
A basketball star without ever having any coach.
Can you picture trying to fly a plane with no engine?
A mother of three trying to feed her children with no kitchen?
Do you notice some of the things that are missing?
Baby you are a puzzle, with a piece missing. 
Without the E in ME, is everything! 
Nothing is complete if there is no YOU AND ME.
That is like trying to serve a turkey with no wings on Thanksgivings.
I am the key you turn in your ignition, I kindle your love intentions.
Oh, what sweet reminiscing, like a pastry treats with frosting.
I bet that put a smile on your face, like a kid winning his first race.
 As I were your Hostess Twinkie and you were my creamed that filled me.
You are the only one that completes me, that how our love flow so swiftly.
As a little girl twirling around in her favorite dress, I think I will keep you because you fit me best.
There is no such thing as a Me without you, because simply no one could ever compare to you.
That is like a sneaker with no lace, you are surly to fall on your face.
But don’t worry I will be right there to catch you with grace.


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My Greatest Work

He is my greatest work
like Christ who said
I come like a beggar.

He came to me like a child
wrapped in newspapers
on my front door step.

I took him into my home
and my life.

In the beginning
everything was new and fun
we played together like he 
was a puppy dog
big beautiful brown eyes
and he would get into trouble
but only minor ones.

As he grew his troubles
grew along with him.
Costing me more money and
time and loss of friends and family
who asked “why do you waste our time with him”
sleepless nights and heart pain and more pain
and more pain.

Doubts that I made a big mistakes
why do I think that I am god and
can save him or make myself the latest
911 hero.

For more than 16 years with him.
But one night I had a dream
a pale angel told me that
she needed me.

I was confused and shocked.
Why I am needed 
I am only human.
She said that she can not live without me
that she needed someone to believe in her
and have faith in her for her to do her work


Then I thought about him
my life's works has not been
in vain because like the angel and Christ
he needs someone to believe in him until
he can believe in himself
and know that he is also
God.




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two woman one child

Once there were two women who lived different lives..
One I hardly around for me to remember, the other I call my mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make my one...
One was out of reach like a star, the other became bright sun.
The first gave me life and the second taught me how to live it.
The first gave me a need for love, and the second was always there to give it.
One gave me a nationality, the other gave me my nick name.
One gave me a seed of talent, the other gave me an aim.
One gave me emotions, the other calmed my fears.
One heard my first cry, the other dried all my tears.
One gave me up  without a second thought...To selfish to care
The other prayed for my safety and God led me straight to her. I was her Mandy Bear
And now you ask me, As my peer 
the age old question unanswered throughout the years...
Heredity or environment .. Which am I the product of..
Neither, my friend .. neither..
just two different kinds of people...That ended with only ONE LOVE


Details | Rhyme | |

You Are

When the misery of this thing called life,
grasps your throat tightly from behind.
Think not of the troubles you’ve endured,
rather trust in yourself and you shall find.

Believe that you serve a higher purpose,
to which no other shoes could ever fulfill.
Have total faith in your personal beliefs,
and watch as this grief diminishes at will.

You are the most important aspect in life,
and your self-worth simply cannot be sold.
You hold the only key to your happiness,
so use it wisely before you become too old.

You see, I’ve lived my humble life for others 
Daughter, just as I sadly see you doing too,
Please don’t lose sight of the beautiful spirit,
which illuminates the darkness because of you.

Remember to prosper and thrive continually,
for the gift you are could never be replaced.
Love and respect yourself with great honor,
and allow the rest of your life to be emplaced. 


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 | Free verse | |

Crackers ‘n' Cheese

I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –

With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –

Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”

I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?

I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
 ‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!


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


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LIFE

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Part 3- THE LOURDE AND THE LADEE AND THE MAGIKAL FOREST OF ODE'

I know ye’ believe in faeries and elves 
Ye' must believe like ye’ believe in ye’ self 
Ye' must believe in magik, for it truly does exist 
Search thru forests and trees and the mysterious mist  
Once upon a time in the Enchanted Forest of Ode’ 
Many mysterious magikal Seeds were sown 
Seeds of enchantment, mystik' charms and magik' stones 
Steeped in the mystikal' magik' of love and lore 
Ye’ muste’ keep ye’ eyes open... 
                  There will be more! 
  
Some night the Sandman may whisk ye’ away 
To our mysterious lands of mythikal' magik'
 Guess what? ... 
Ye' just might want to stay!   

In the quiet still dusks of morn’... ye’ can hear the whole world whispering. The shy, green grasses making love with the early, morning moisture of the dew.
                         Shhhh.... 
                          listen... 
Everything there is to hear is in the heart of magikal' hidden things  
*¸.•'´¯)*¸.•'´¯)*¸.•'´¯)*¸.•'´¯)*¸.•'´¯)                           

 I know ye’ believe in faeries' and elves 
Ye' must believe like ye’ believe in ye’ self 
Ye' must believe in magik, for it truly does exist 
Search thru forests and trees and mysterious mist  
Once upon a time in the Enchanted Forest of  Ode’ 
Many mysterious magikal Seeds were sown 
Seeds of enchantment, mystik' charms and magik' stones 
Steeped in the mystikal' magik' of love and lore 
Ye’ muste’ keep ye’ eyes open... 
                  There will be more! 
  
Some night the Sandman may whisk ye’ away 
To our mysterious lands of mythikal' magik'
 Guess what? ... 
Ye' just might want to stay!      
    
In the quiet still dusks of morn’... ye’ can hear the whole world whispering. The shy, greene' grasses making love with the early, morning moisture of the dew. 
                         Shhhh.... 
                          listen... 
Everything there is to hear is in the heart of  hidden things  
 
*'´¯) Must do's for the magikal' kingdom of faeries' and elves*¸.'´¯) 

Ye’ must always look for four leaf clovers                
Ye’ must always say “Bless ye” after someone sneezes        
Ye’ must always sing “Mr. Sandman Bring Me a Dream”, before ye’ lay thee head down to sleep 
Ye muste’ always, always put your pulled teeth under ye’ pillow, so our Tooth Faerie will leave thee some coins
P.S That way ye’ shall never be without gold

**Robert Louis Stevenson said..."every child can remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies ..."


Blessings and Peace to all.
*¸.•'´¯) Luv' N' Hugs... Anne P Murray
 

 
 


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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!


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The Story of the Teddy Bear

Teddy Roosevelt that old roughrider,
Inspired the name for the Teddy Bear,
When he wouldn’t shoot a crippled cub,
Declaring that it wasn’t fair.

They flourished in the twentieth century,
Bringing joy to many a tot.
When hugging his sweet Teddy
All his troubles he forgot.

Around for over a hundred years
As childhood’s favorite toy.
One could not go wrong by gifting one
To any small girl or boy.

I remember for his first Christmas.
I bought a Teddy for my son
And so did his grandma and auntie.
He learned to love them, every one.

When I put him down for a sleep or nap
He would never cry or whine.
Just as long as he had his Teddy Bears,
Every thing was dandy-fine.

Many children love their bears so much,
They cannot be separated
Even when they lose limbs, stuffing and eyes
And are almost disintegrated.

The person who made the first Teddy Bear
Is surely a multi-millionaire,
If he was smart enough to patent him
And has gotten his fair share.

By: Joyce Johnson 1/20/13



Details | Free verse | |

Boardwalk

On the boardwalk, skies and waters a majestic blue
On the boardwalk it’s me and you
Together hand in hand.
Together we just bought this square of land.
Monopolizing from
People who landed to hear the wave’s drum
People who landed to hear the ocean rumble
Making it last.
So this game doesn’t go to fast.
Richer by the time
People land on the boardwalk and pay a little more than a dime. 
This is the boardwalk palace.
This boardwalk for my king.
And I shall be your Queen
On the boardwalk, skies and waters a majestic blue
On the boardwalk it’s me and you
Together hand in hand.
Profiting more than money from this land.
More than beauty, riches, and power 
But the one thing that really towers
Love 
And the memories
On the boardwalk, skies and waters a majestic blue
On the boardwalk it’s me and you
Together hand in hand.

(FOR CONTEST ENTRY) Scottie dog–Vienna Bombardieri Iron–Richard Palmer Race car–Destroyer~Poet Thimble–Anne Lise Andresen Top hat–Brittany Caldwell Horse and rider–Skat Shoe–Alicia Lorraine Mathes Wheelbarrow-Christina Vasquez Banker- Joe Flach Police officer-Nancy Jones Monopoly Person- Carolyn Oclaire


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'In My Attic Room'

A little girl with long tangled hair Soft as a whisper, I touched his arm Would you like tea, Grandpa? In my attic room Two china cups properly filled Little hands held yours for you We dunked cookies, remember? In my attic room That day was special When Grandpa and me had tea I sure miss you Grandpa? In my attic room Verse November 28, 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

YESTERDAY'S FUTURE

Tausug children are the hope of the motherland
If the struggle for independence of the Tausug Nation is failed today
Yesterday shall never die for tomorrow
They are the inheritors if today’s craft
For tomorrow shall it last? 
Failures are just but memories of the past. 
That shall begin for the future task. 

Dedicated to the Sulu Children
Taman Mesra, Sandakan. 
12:19 am, June 12, 2009.


Details | I do not know? | |

Last Time Forever

A mother’s loving look at her newborn child,
Never able to relive that moment again.
For it’s the last time forever.

Walking into kindergarten for the first time,
Feeling so alone and afraid, don’t fear
For it’s the last time forever.

Kneeling in prayer as you are born again,
Living as a sinner no longer,
For it’s the last time forever.

Walking across stage on graduation night,
Nervous because it’s your last few steps as a “child”,
For it’s the last time forever.

Praying to God to help you jump the hurdles,
Seeing prayers being answered, never doubt
For it’s NOT the last time forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Little Brother

From the moment that I held you in my arms,

I knew this to be true;

I was put here on this Earth-

So I could protect and watch over you.

 

Who would shield you from monsters?

Who would hold you tight?

Who would wipe away your tears?-

And remember to leave on the hallway light?

 

I wonder who would sing to you;

As you fell asleep?

Who would honor all of the-

 Promises that I vowed to keep?

 

Would you feel lonely?

Would I be missed?

Would you beg for another sibling?

What if I didn’t exist?

 

Sometimes when I ‘push’ you-

It’s so I know that you’ll be okay.

I worry about you every moment;

I think of you every day.

 

I know that we fight often;

We don’t always see things through.

I know sometimes I blame you,

For things you didn't do.

 

I yell at you out of annoyance;

And sometimes out of fear.

You know that if you need me-

I will always be right here.

 

You are my brother,

I sometimes tend to boast.

You’re the person in my family;

I always love the most.

 

I would do anything to make you smile,

To take away the pain-

Even though you break my stuff,

And make me go insane.

 

I sometimes lose my patience,

And other times my drive.

I’m glad that you are here to hug me,

And make me feel alive.

 

 I don’t often tell you-

But I’m really proud.

Even though you make obnoxious sounds-

And you can be VERY loud!

 

Your youth is a gift,

Your innocence is a joy,

I’m so glad that you are my baby brother;

You’re an amazing little boy.


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Mother

Where is she?
I Love her, I Need her
Where is she?


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


Details | Ode | |

My Darling Pinkee



Profile:
Name: Pinkee
Alias: Alias the Pinkster
Likes: Game's, Sponge Bob, Dancing
Height: Midget
WT:  35 lbs.
Age: only four (04)
Education: Smart as a Whip
Claim to fame:  feel's no shame

          ------

When I am feeling lonely
And feeling kind of blue
I count on my darling Pinkee
She will know what to do
        ------
Let's us play game's
That is what she would say
She love to kiss and hug
She sing's all day
        ------
She is a real character
Whether she is at work'
         Or at play
I know that she is happy
So long as thing's are her way
       ------
She taught me the word
Ish-ca-duta
That mean's I just don't know
And if you ask me why
Then, I will tell you so
It's the Pinkster you know
      She told me so         
        ------
One day we made a song
Something that you might not
      Want to miss
And then she gave me a little kiss
     And it goes' a little
Something like this
       -------
Wee Luv uhr Pin-kee
O'h yes wee do-oo-00
We wulve uhour pink-eey
I must be-ee true-uho-uho
        ------
Now, I know that I do Love her
And the baby she in mind
Their are so many thing's to do
Just so little time
      ------
I know that I love you
With heart body and soul
I know that the thing's
That you do for me
Make's me young and bold
      -----
Her name is P-ink-ee
She is taught and she is tame
With-out her is this world
My world would never
Be the same
      ------
She is smart
She really knows' how
To play the game
On top of that
She knows' how to
Spell her name
    ------
My name is P-ink-ink-ee-ee
O'h, yes it is--s-is's
My name is Pink-yee
Have lot's of chee-ree-rs
        -----
She is smart
Smart as a whip
Even when though
She is four
She always give 
Me the slip...

If not, then 
She will give me
A tip
      ------
And who can ask
For more

             GF

******Note: ********
Her name is Faith Renee Wiggins -AKA- the {Pinkster}


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I will not

I will not kiss you on the cheek
I will not give you a sneek peek
I will not hug in you the rain
I will not let you see my pain
I will not hold you close and tight
I will not sleep with you at night
I will not save you the last dance
I will not give you one more chance
I do not like you here or there
I do not love you anywhere
I do not like the things you do
I do not love you Mr.who

(green eggs and ham)


Details | Ballade | |

backyard

Here you are
standing in the midst of enchantment
this is my backyard
these are the loving grounds
where I dreamt.

This is my backyard
this was my childhood
this is where I dreamed of... 
me a few years older falling in love
who would've known it would be you?

Spring in the air
but all you feel there
is me.

My innocent eyes.
My curly hair
sugar and spice
you wish you'd been there
to watch me grow up
but you're here now
to take it all in.
Soak it all up.

This is my backyard
this was my childhood.
This is where I dreamed of...
me a few years older,
falling in love.
Being grown up.

Never was there more innocence.

This grass is the bed 
where I slept,
this is my Dreaming Tree
I climbed as high as I could reach,
this is where I'd swing
while I planned all my dreams
where the tree house lived
and the poison ivy itched,
I owned all the soil I could touch 
and loved everything I could love.

This is where I laughed, 
this is where I cried,
this is where I napped,
this is where I lied,
this is where I bled,
this is where I won and where I lost,
this is where I said 
exactly what I thought.
This is where I became me,
this is where I dreamed...

The Big Tree where Jacob, Adam and I played,
the Sidewalk Josh and I raced,
this is where Corey walked me Home,
Rhiannon and Brittany told me secrets no one knows,
Jason told me to grab my bike 
when we were going for a ride.

This is my backyard
this was my childhood
this is where I dreamed of...
me a few years older falling in love...


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

"A Child's Cry"

The fight goes on an endless roar
It tears me apart.  Digs deep to the core

In the fight these people don't see 
the saddening harm they are doing to me

I love them, they seem not to care
Where is the love?  It is not there

I feel so bare

I wish they would stop their trivial fights
that are converted to a mess and taken to flight

I feel so empty.  It seems so cold
I must be brave and keep a strong hold

For now I live in the love not seen
hoping soon to understand what it all means

I know some day there will be a solution
but scars grow deep and my soul's of polution

How long must I face a problem not mine?
I'm hoping for a day when love is devine


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Over and Beyond

I stand here, Dead in the dark, I try not to shed a tear, Why'd it have to be so far? I stand here, Thinking of the future, Thinking of fear, Does it have a cure? I stand here, Thinking of how to succeed, With obstacles at the end of each peer, Wanting to show I am not another bead, On another necklace, Am I dirt to be stepped on? I show how to be free, Like a wild horse, I know I am meant for great things, That's why I want to go Over and Beyond, To the edges of the earth, Not sure where it ends, Dieing for rebirth, I shall not bend, To your every whim, I shall not cry, I will not give in, I shall not die. I walk here, Through vines of life, It's getting near, Will I be intertwined? I walk here, Looking for a light, Waiting for the fog to clear, Will I shine bright? I walk here, Showing the truth, Ready to steer, Will my mood still be blue? I show how to be free, Like a wild horse, I know I am meant for great things, That's why I want to go Over and Beyond, To the edges of the earth, Not sure where it ends, Dieing for rebirth, I shall not bend, To your every whim, I shall not cry, I will not give in, I shall not die. I will run, Into his arms, Not shedding blood, Into his care. I will run, Off that cuddled peer, Showing my love, Showing no fear. I show how to be free, Like a wild horse, I know I am meant for great things, That's why I want to go Over and Beyond, To the edges of the earth, Not sure where it ends, Dieing for rebirth, I shall not bend, To your every whim, I shall not cry, I will not give in, I shall not die. I show how to be free, Like a wild horse, I know I am meant for great things, That's why I want to go Over and Beyond, To the edges of the earth, Not sure where it ends, Dieing for rebirth, I shall not bend, To your every whim, I shall not cry, I will not give in, I shall not die. So don't try to stop me, I will only push pass, Through those trees, Through the cold, damp grass. I will succeed. I will succeed. I will succeed. I will succeed. Don't stop me.


Details | Free verse | |

A WOMAN OF VIRTUE

For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is 
And a woman of virtue.

When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother 
And a woman of virtue.

When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.


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The Good Ole Days

Youngsters laugh at our "good ole days"
No Ipod’s, cells or weed
Mom didn't give you credit cards
She bought just what you need
Most kids had a paper route
If they wanted money to spend
Your parents were your parents
Not just another friend!
A loaf of bread was just a dime
And hand me downs the norm
No school bus picked you up
You had to hike it through a storm
We sat around the radio
The fireplace kept us warm
And listened to great artists
Like Opera stars perform

Families stayed together
Through good times and the bad
Always pulling for each other
And respecting Mom and Dad
I wouldn't change a thing
From my early childhood days
We were so much better off
Without these modern ways
The woodshed was your punishment
If you misbehaved in school
For you were always expected
To follow the golden rule
There was never a question
Of calling your Pa for bail
No one I ever knew
Spent any time in jail!

So take your Ipod’s, pricey sneakers
Your flat tv's and such
I'll still take those good ole days
Thank you very much
There was so much love and kindness
And love for country too
We gave you a great foundation
The rest is up to you
I guess we didn't do too bad
They call us the GREATEST GENERATION!
Copyright©2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All


Details | Rondeau | |

blue robe of chenille

....... robe of chenille soft crooning comfort at her breast robe of chenille calmed the nightmare, softened chills when childhood fever reached a crest soon drifting back to midnight rest robe of chenille .....
In honor of Nette Onclaud's Contest: "Weave a Rondelet" By Carrie Richards 9/13/11


Details | Free verse | |

Playpen

They talk and talk
Running in circles
Trying to make sense
Of what they have, between the two of them.

They both have a lot of baggage, I suppose
Old wounds that haven’t entirely healed
Memories that tug at them when they indulge in reminiscence
Tears they have never shed, anger they have never expressed.

They are a bit like wary children,
Meeting for the first time across a playpen
Wanting to play, but cautious too
Awkward and shy, not sure what will happen
If he isn’t good at peek-a-boo
Doesn’t like to color the flowers pink and blue
And many such things which she likes to do.

Or worse yet, what if he is mean and a bully?
Pulls her pigtails and makes her cry
Destroys her drawing, draws a mustache on her pretty butterfly?
So she is cautious, and quiet as a mouse
Peering at him through her lashes, too shy to tell him to come close.

He, on the other hand, tries to look bored and impressive
And like he has done this a million times
Like he knows a lot, lot more than he actually does
The alphabet, the spelling of his name, songs and rhymes.

He has met girls before; and thought they were silly
Squealed too much, wore clothes that were too frilly.
This girl was no different; she wore a pink bow and carried a dumb doll
But there was something about her, which made him think girls weren’t so bad after all.

She, on the other hand, had never talked to a boy before
Nor had she ever wanted to
Boys were aliens to her, those loud sweaty things
Who eat their nose boogies, and always have something naughty to do.
But this boy, with his big floppy bunny ears;
Something in his voice and his laugh, too
Made her want to sit next to him, and pat his hand when he got a boo-boo.

So they sit, on far ends of the playpen, sneaking peeks at each other,
Making up their minds to ask the other to play together
And changing their minds the next instant-
Maybe it’s not a good idea to be so blatant.

Maybe they will become friends, before the bell rings, before the day is over
Or maybe they will be strangers forever.
However it turns out, they will be okay
Because that is children’s way-
They always end up finding someone with whom to play.

Neither of them knows how they feel about each other
Or if anything at all
All they know is that they want the other to stick about
At least long enough for them to figure it out.

So that is the story, of two grown-up children
Trying to make life happen
Reaching out for something that looks golden
But then again
Even if it they end up mistaken,
They’ll eventually find the right person
Somewhere in this big wide playpen.


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Tears of a Runaway

Tears of a Runaway

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.

I long for that happiness
That I once felt.
Instead, painful memories
Are coming back to hurt me.

Running away
Sounded like a good solution,
Even though I may trip and fall.
I'll just keep on running, 'til I can't run at all.

I trip and completely fall down,
But I don't get up this time.
I’m just lying on the ground, now,
Crying ‘til I can’t cry anymore…tears.

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.

I don’t know what to do now.
I’m just paralyzed on the ground;
Except that I’m also shaking
From all the crying that I’m doing.

Running away
Wish I could say
That I would stay.
But, God, just please help me?

The coldness is wrapping around me
Like it’s a frozen blanket.
Trapped in this cold, cold world
And in my mind, memories swirled.

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.
As I lie here,
I wonder
What it would be like
If my life was happier.

I can’t really say for sure
What would be going on.
But if my life was happier,
I wouldn’t be singing this song.

I once felt that warmth and comfort,
But now it’s gone.
And it’s been so long
That everything in my life now is wrong.

I’m blinded by these tears;
Still choking on my useless words;
My heart still racing like a horse;
My lungs still gasping for air.

These are the tears of a...runaway


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Sophmores (Education Game)

Not a "Newbie" in the High School, 
 But also isn't yet that Senior to rule.
New teachers and new classes.
 More shirts, pants and new glasses.

Different here, the classes are "blocked".
 Each subject is an hour and a half on the clock.
Can't miss too many days.
 Or there will be a lot delays.

Only four subjects per semester.
 Even for the silly class jester.
Harder the keep your average an "A".
 In your books your nose has to stay.

All in all, school isn't all that much fun.
 But if you want a decent life, it has to be done.
Each day Mom pushes them to make the best.
 And every day she is always impressed.

Great boys, who do the best they can.
 And Mom, who is their biggest fan.
She just wants them to be better than her,
 So a hard life, they won't have to incur. 

They'll be successful in College and High School.
 Each hardship will be their secret jewel.
It makes them stronger and full of life.
 So in education, they WILL be rife. 




For John Loving III's "Education" Game, As Always "Demented" Illyanna, You Are Up.


Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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Daddy's Little Girl

Daddy's Little Girl

Yelling at a little girl
Her face should be smiles instead of tears
Her daddy screams at her without mercy
Kicks and hits follow
Pain and bruises
Broken bones and a broken spirit
Her love remains unbroken
She tries to be daddy's little sweetheart
Even as her skin hurts
Such a sweet little girl
Hope has been torn from her heart
Her eyes stare into space
Unseeing and uncaring
She waits for days, weeks and years
Just to hear her daddy;s voice
Not yelling as he usually does
She just wants to hear an I love you
But in her soul she knows it will never come
Just more pain and hurt
Such is the life of daddy's little girl


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What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

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 | Light Poetry | |

My Hero

On some days you were father and mother too
As an earthly parent, there could be no other you
You combed my hair for school and taught me as I grew
I struggled with math- but thank God- you knew
Our relationship was tested through my teenage years
Only unconditional love could take away my fears
You taugt me to cook, clean, and keep house
Just in case I would someday become a spouse
Your love kept me safe and out of harms' way
You were shielding and protecting me day by day
I never told you how much I enjoyed the stories you told
Your jokes were neverending, no matter how old
I inherited your smile and your laughter too
Your gentle spirit, and meekness, I got that from you
We thought that we were poor
We were so misguided
You were so much more than just our dad
You shielded, protected, and you provided
You fought that disease as long as you could
You never gave up and that was good
We laughed and talked until the end
I miss you, my hero, my frien



Details | Monorhyme | |

My Friend Is My Love...

I couldn’t read, I couldn’t write…
That my world would no more ever be bright.
With the morning sun I would rise,
The day ahead full with surprise.
He took me here, he took me there,
We planned the day for everywhere.
We sat together all alone,
Speaking of things, which were atone.

Our minds would argue, but hearts unite,
We kept opposing, although right.
He bought me chocolates I never shared,
I would joke on him, but he never cared.
He brought me flowers from the bushes around,
A red one hidden as yellows surround.
I always pretended I would never see
But in my heart I would just let it be.

Back in my room when it was 7 again,
I would sit quiet, and feel the pain.
As I realized that another day would end,
He would stay a day longer I would pretend.
With sleepless nights my eyes would swell,
Moistened with bitter tears and love’s spell.
The morning would come and go again,
But the realization would still remain.

And one sudden  day it was the day,
He kept staring at me and couldn’t say.
I made him promise he would never let know,
When it was time for him to leave and go.
But the look in his eyes I knew there was no next day,
I couldn’t make him stop, not in any way.
I ran away, far away from where he was,
Picturing him looking at me, as that was the last.


Details | Couplet | |

The Love triangle: A boy, his dog, and a ball

One day I discovered a love triangle going on in the yard, where I sit.
A boy loved his red ball, so did his dog, and the balls love was split.
Back and forth the ball went forever into play, never to quietly sit.
Nowhere could it find the right place in which to ever fit.
First to the boy, then the dog. It’s love kept it on track.
The ball traveled with them everywhere, nothing did it lack.
It’s life consisted of simple things, and following them around.
The beach, and grassy park became their beloved friends in town.
A few times it did escape, but was quickly caught and put back in play.
But all in all, every thing was fine as it was sent, to and fro each day.
Some times they would roll it.
Sometimes they would bounce it.
Sometimes it hit the roof.
But it never failed to sparkle, no matter how much punishment it took.
Once a storm came along, and they hugged it in the house that shook
It was the courage of the little ball, which kept them safe, no doubt.
When the rain went away, they went back to the sunshine to run about.

Then the little boy went away, now the dog and the ball patiently wait each day.
Someday, several little boys will come here again to play.
It’s just like children to come along, you know they definitely will.
But for now, I have a surprise, for I’ll be babysitting the boy down the hill.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Dreams

Chestnut hair
Hues of gold

Transforms to dust
Settles there in

Eyes umber

Index finger
Traces ear

Guides titian tresses
In channel there

Eyes slumber

She goes to a place
Where little girls dream

She goes to a place
Where little boys dare

Ne’er enter


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mum

The first to wake
Another day
Another show
Boom boom, shake shake
Sleepy yawns
Wakey wake

Supermarket run
I used to find them so much fun
Until she decided to scream and shout
Bring it on girl
Loud and all out
I’ll just go and hide on my cloud

Ready steady bake
Last to eat the cake
“Have you had some Mum?”
No darling, you take

Mechanical moves
Automated mind
Generally
I don’t mind
I’d like for you to shed me
Some kind
Spend some time
To simply find
It’s healthy at times to be blind

I push, I pull
Kids to school
I wish I were just 
Horizontal in a pool

I could just walk out
“No mum that’s not cool”
Would I be such a fool?
But I’m the queen you know
I make the rules

The irritating whining song
A bell at the door
Ding-dong
I really need a manicure; it’s been so long
Door again
Ting tong
“What took you so long?”
I’m sorry 
I was busy window-shopping in Hong Kong

“Where’s my glove mum?”
Deep breathes, play dumb
“Where’s my recorder mum?”
One, two, three
Numb numb
“Sweetheart bring me the remote”
Here darling, stick it up your bum

The first to wake
The first to leave home
I want to be first in bed some days
To sit around and just laze
I need a haircut, some highlights
“Are you listening mum?”
Always! 


Details | Lyric | |

I'm Sleeping Outside

I've tried to tamper with such precious time
Looked forward and back with open eyes
I wonder about the day I'll die
Will there be rain or shine?
Maybe both, maybe none
As I speak another life has begun
Wish them luck as they carry on
Bewildered within these starry nights
I thought of time when I have lied
Oh such precious time
It flies
(im sleeping outside)
Signs and dreams lead me to believe
That somehow, some way
I'll be something great
Do I choose to be nieve?
They'll never know
Do I choose to be so weak?
It'll never show
(I'll be sleeping outside)
Love is such a clishey it seems
Something I could only see
Her eyes drew us in like summer heat 
Cupids arrows were made of clay
Oh yes I've longed for this day
I knew I wasnt lying anymore
(I always sleep outside
where the weather is nice
I can feel everything for what it's worth
dont give me signs or written lines
give me your solid words)


Details | Couplet | |

My first sin

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..." that will open the doors of my soul for you to see.
It was a cold October night and my parents were in a fight. you and I we were tight.
I met you beneath the willow tree where you said you'd be.
Nervous, anxious and wanting to run I looked into your eyes and I was done.
Sitting there on that hill everything was still.
My heart was racing and my palms were shaking.
You leaned in and that was the night of my first sin.
We sat close and snuggled all night with the moon shining bright.
As puppy love showed its face you got to first base.
8-20-2011 A Fragment of Life Cory long


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Daughter

 your easy bake oven
 why didn't i bake with you?
 can't go back and do
 the things we didn't do
 regret
 you wanted to play that day
 and selfish me
 what did i say
 mommy's tired
 we'll do it another day
 regret
 i took you to the park
 i took you to the zoo
 but so many other things we didn't do
 regret
 mommy will you play wis me
 oh you were so cute
 even when you shared
 your spitty little flute
 the time went by much too fast
 seems the good times never last
 regret
 make a tebby bear
 when i began to draw
 it seemed that a circle is all you ever saw
 make a ceeco you would say
 wish i could go back for one more day
 regret
 but in my book of memories
 i really must admit
 of all the funny things you said
 this one is your greatest hit...
 look mommy, i can do magikit!
 wish i could have just one more day
 to play the games we didn't play
 to say the things i didn't say
 regret


Details | Senryu | |

' Prettiest Picture ... ' 49th Senryu

‘ Prettiest Picture … ’      49th  Senryu


    Innocence Lovely
Pretty Picture,  Ever See
    Is My Grandbaby


  ( oooooohhh, Kisses, Kisses, Hugs, Hugs
       Oh How Fast, They Do Grow Up !  )

         A  Happy-MoonBee - (smile)


Details | Acrostic | |

The ball is in your Court

Summers a plenty passed away, years later, father fate makes us meet again.
How different you are? I have changed too; yet the bond is still maintained.
'Winnie Cooper' you were, in my childhood; while I pretended to be 'Kevin'. 
Eons later now, I feel it once more; but alas! The gods had a different view.
Two paths ahead which one to choose, a dilemma it is for you to chew
All I can do - is to confess my love, and pass the ball along to you, to cue. 


Details | Free verse | |

tomorrow is october for me too

I put you in a sacred cup.
Like a child, I whine,
And cry,
For you.
Not old enough to drink:
To see into the eyes of a woman,
Grown, with pain.
What she tells me I cannot understand.



But I can understand well enough.
I am as young in pain as the child
They will not take to drink;
A pain as fresh, as the dead leaves each year,
After a glorious summer seen from the inside out.
Yes, from inside.  



Because, I am the summer,
The sea;
The autumn, and its goblin's veil;
I am winter's cozy nook;
And springtime's drip Of Saviour's blood.



I am the child that lies within—
That even memories can't save
From the crooked spine
Of your blindness' path.
And you won't come to play with me.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Pact With The Lollipop Boy

~My Pact With The Lollipop Boy When I was nine I made a pact with a boy If I am not married in fifteen years will you be my toy? He answered between the lollypop licks Of course I’ll marry you - but was he "taking the mick"? The boy then left with his mum and dad I went to his leaving party- it made me quite sad. The pact I had made with a sticky lollipop boy Now he had gone to Australia there will be no marriage joy. I grew but never forgot the skinny sticky boy that captured my heart I’d remember the days we said we would never part We swapped toy racing cars and penknives so cool We played on his climbing frame, we were nobody’s fools. We played knock and run the neighbours we did annoy The skinny- freckled girl, and the sticky lollipop boy. Ten years passed then I heard through the grape vine My lollipop boy had returned from Oz- but for good this time. We met, he was tall and he remembered so well Our pact we had made as young kids, it was swell We dated and courted and fell in love Our pact came true and we fit like a hand in a glove. The only thing wrong with our fifteen year pact Was it happened in twelve years and that is a fact.
"Taking the mick" means joking or foooling about for those that do not understand


Details | Sonnet | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

Tactless Travel

Let’s travel to the edge of the earth

With sunshine in our veins

Let’s see how much this life is worth

As we leave out all our pains

 

We’ll go for miles, and we won’t stop

The sun will soon attack

Our lives we’ll trade, our hearts we’ll swap

We’re never coming back

 

A whole new start, a second chance

Floats softly into June

We’ll wade our time in cheap romance

As we howl at a transient moon

 

An ice cold flood of independence

Forms our own wicked sense of style

Our world needs more transcendence

This world just needs to smile

 

The ringing in our ears is no longer just a sound

The image of freedom is no longer just a dream

Because this limitless world is just a playground

Or so it may seem


Details | Quatrain | |

Christmas Tree Light--NR

Sparkling, Sparkling, Christmas light,
I love the way you shine so bright,
Your radiance makes the room look fine,
which makes it better than the vine.

Blinking , blinking , as your leaves shine,
How sweet passion and love entwine,
Pretty display of  green  on  tree,
Christ birth makes my heart feels so free.



CONTEST:"Nursery Rhyme"  sponsored by Debra Squyres


Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


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 | Free verse | |

The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


Details | Rhyme | |

Pockets of Misery

I stuff my pockets with misery and contempt,
overloading their contents, pleasure exempt.
I fill the dark spaces with sadness and dread,
overexerting the capacity, till all hope is dead.

I shove bits of hatred, and pieces of despair,
into tightly bound pockets, I callously wear.
I force fists of fury, into perfect folds of misery,
massive bulging indignation, that only I can see.

I line its gruesome insides, with terror and pain,
thrusting handfuls of vanity with bouts of shame.
I lunge towards its innards, like a thrusting rocket;
these dark grisly holes, inside miserable pockets.


Details | Cowboy | |

Untitled

Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!


Details | Free verse | |

A battered old saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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 | 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 | Crystalline | |

Repulse

Love subdues the horror of life
To release the dreams of lost children


Details | Free verse | |

The Imperfections of Humanity

We are not aware of what we are capable of
nor whether if it's wrong or right.
We sometimes have the will and might
and many of us will stand up and fight.

To show courage and strength
takes determination and motivation.
Wait.....
What am I talking about?

We cheat, we lie, and make mistakes.
We're not perfect in any way.

We weren't made to live forever
but made to live and wilt away.
We suffer through pain and it's hardships
And even sometimes experience love.

Yes, I've had thoughts of suicide
so I can fade away.
Realizing I had issues...
I didn't care.

I've always known who I was inside
and never gave up. 
I'm no philosopher like Socrates
nor do I have a college degree.
But I was raised to be somebody in this world
even if I'm going to fail countless times.

Enough about me.
Lets talk about the human race.

We will get up when knocked down.
We will fight for people we love.
We will live life like it's our last.
We will love ourselves for who we are.

We are only human.
Our imperfections is what makes us perfect.
Therefore, we are perfect in our own little way.


Details | Free verse | |

My Dear Friend

				My Dear Friend



My back was to the wall
My knees, to my chin holding
my head up to not fall.
But I could not hold back
And there was, there was no one.
But then my eyes, filled with him.
Pound pound, you could hear it in the silence

All of the woes to humans did burden
the shoulders of the one of which you read. And
tears were not far behind that which was already present.
My hands reached for the love of the arms of his.
My neck became sheltered as the softness wrapped around it.
I held his arms there.

Breath finally escaped my cage.
Sun shone in my window while
the stars twinkled in the corner
blinking at me and twinkling at me.
The weight was heavy. The weight weighed heavy.
No matter how far my feet traveled. No matter
how far my mind wandered....

Upon the thought of all that is and what was
and what would be
The floods were brought upon his shoulder.
He said nothing.. he let me cry.
Shaking, I touched his back, pulled him close.
Relief was in his eyes and love was in his soul.
The sun began to fall,
The stars grew faint.

My head lifted, my arms extended.
tufts of fake fur intertwined in my fingers
Glassy eyes stared back
A permanent stony smile glowed off his face.
He knew my pain.
Because I wanted him to know my pain.
I put him back on my pillow...and continued my anguish.


Details | Pantoum | |

My Fantasy Sister

A rewrite of the previous,,after reading it again the one before this,,, I felt it was sending the wrong message,,,,,,at first to me it was what I wanted to say about my make believe sister,,,,,,only that the lines I wrote, could be mis-construed to another meaning.


She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.
Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is not exactly good or even bad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.

Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.
She has no mother, not even a dad.

She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
Impossible you say, this could never be,
She has no mother, not even a dad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.

Impossible you say; this could never be.
Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,

Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
She is not exactly good or even bad.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,
She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.

By Cecil Hickman

Written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name Pantoum 


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 | Lyric | |

Litany of Decay

This is for Litany of Decay

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade

Dance with me under the light of the moon
And sing to about my doom
Serenade me with an epitaph 
So I might feel what it's like to truly die

I see your face, it takes all the pain away
But you suddenly fade into the darkest of shade

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade

Living is suffering
Homicidal with you
Suicidal without you
I understand if you give up on me

The burden will fall
Today I might, today I may
Set you free, from me 

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade


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 | Rhyme | |

Oh My Perfect Child

Oh my perfect child, why must you grow so tall?
It wasn't even that long ago, when you were very small.

Oh my perfect child, how do you learn so fast?
Those days of asking all those questions, are now lost within your past.

Oh my perfect child, what makes you be so kind?
There aren't others like you that anyone could find.

Oh my perfect child, you have so much to give.
To help and care for others are the ways that you must live.

Oh my perfect child, you made all your dreams come true.
And that is why my heart is filled, with so much love for you.

Oh my perfect child, keep good memories and don't forget,
the places that you've been or the people you have met.


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 | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Trust the One You Lust

Another middle-schooler poem I made! ^.^
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Never trust the one you lust
For I have done so
I saw the figure in the rain
As dark as the crow
For death himself had stood there
With all his cunning glee,
But then I look inside the reflection 
Only seeing me!
I die a thousand times 
Yet the clock still chimes 
Am I ever to flee?
Heh—now I clearly see the end:
Sanities’ my only friend


Details | Rhyme | |

STRONGER

I've decided that I am no longer the victim.. I triumphant in war, I've diagnosed all my symptoms.. the love that is giving to me, I'm using as an incentive.. please don't mistake my new focus for being vindictive.. to isolate the body is to concentrate the mind, and to penetrate the soul, it takes energy and time.. it takes energy and time to do anything at best.. it takes effectiveness to climb, just be to be above the rest.. Now, I'm not pointing fingers; merely getting things off my chest.. my conversion from negative to positive demonstrates that I'm nothing less than bless! My test was filled with trials, but my worries cancelled out.. now my faith is plenty miles, which out weighs any doubts.. through him, all things are possible, fore, he shows us all clemency.. no matter how you talk, walk, dress, or your tendencies.. the world is so caught up in trying to find the "velocity" when all we need as a nation is a tab bit of veracity! nothing good comes from being surreptitious.. it leads to a confused mind, and feeling of being relentless.. as God as my witness, I'm a 360 women.. thanks to: laughing often, living life, and learning how to love it.


Details | Free verse | |

Messiah

You’re the shining sun and silver moon, Glowing brightly in my heart, Your words soothe my thoughts, And for once, I don’t worry. Though we couldn’t talk much, It’s like I’ve known you all my life. But I don’t. I want to know more about you, Who you really are, what you look like, I want to know more about you. Unlike others, I’ve been given a messiah, One I could talk to about anything, Guardian angel, are you worried about me? I know I get hurt a lot and I hurt others. I know I’m tainted and cruel, I’m sorry. Can you forgive me? I don’t know what I was thinking. I regret it and I want to take it back. But I can’t… So, as I repent under a perpetual, gray light, Let us enjoy each other’s company, For I know all too well, Good things come to an end. Family, Friendships, Life, Love… So, may we hold hands and share an embrace? Just for a moment, please, Let us share a moment of eternal bliss. May 17,2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Growing Older And Hopefully Wiser

If this is how it's supposed to be,
Then, baby, I can't wait!
If this is just a taste,
Maturing will be great!


Details | Epic | |

Nightmares and imbetweens

A busted boys heart

Beaten black and blue

His bloody hands pray for help

A cowering child

Shaking by the door

Lowers his head and wonders if anyone can help

A woman in fear

She knows her husband will be home

She speaks to the wall that broke her face if anyone will hear her cries for help

                                            “Homo” they say

                                            They want you to hear

                                            Don't feel your pain

                                            They are oh so full of cheer

                                            They will think you're funny

                                            The coolest guy around

                                           All the girls would want you

                                   

       All hands down

Mommy his blue eyes plead

I won't do it again

But you see

She doesn't care

It's not you it's me

Raise that hand again

You will feel relieved

That child loves you

Set him free

                                                                                  She stands with her head held high

                                                                                Hands deep in suds with her face prettied up

                                                                                She thinks he will be pleased

                                                                                He stumbles through the door screaming

                                                                                “What the hell are these?!”

                                                                               He refers to the flowers in the vase by the door

                                                                                “Your son picked those for me

                                                                                It's mother's day you know”

                                                                                “Your no mother you're a whore”

Do you think this is okay?

You're all making mistakes

People should love people not mean harm in any way

Everyone is different

All in their own special way

You may like men or women or both and it's okay!

You're a sweet young boy

Your mother does love you she just can't show it in the right way

The spouse who brings home hate doesn't mean the pain

He may throw you into walls and bash your face

But it's not your fault, I swear it's true
The people who bring sorrow need help not you


Details | Free verse | |

TEN

OH MY GOD HE IS TEN
Starting to get hair on his chin
No I cant belive it is true
Now my baby is hitting puberty too

Dang if it ain't my luck
Just last night he was playing with trucks
Now it is girls and rock music blaring
Him asking is it time to start shaving

No it has to be a bad dream
MY baby can't be almost a teen
My other one is over half grown
This one has to stay at home


Details | Ode | |

DARLING DEAR

...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

...alive,
the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that
inspires,

of the everlasting.


Details | Quatern | |

Penny Drops into Wishing Wells

Penny drops into wishing wells, A coin flipped freefall through the dim, Streaming trails of wishes behind Beckoning streaks of luck begin. Joy mounts and rides the saddled coin, Penny drops into wishing wells. Happy laughter follows behind The sound, she landed in the deep. The tiniest sacrifices Are made for peace of mind, and heart. Penny drops into wishing wells By lovers of faith, hope, and dream. Does luck reside within the coin? Or somehow in the well it stays? Released by sending flying free Penny drops into wishing wells.


Details | Verse | |

MOTHER 3

Oh! Memories so nostalgia
No! I've not announced your death 
It's your deeds
Not your elegy 
It's your eulogy
I can't wait to stand by your casket 
To say this to your carcase
When I can stand 
And speak from my closet
 
Not till your eyes and ears 
Are closed in death
Not till your nostrils are stopped 
From this good omen 
And your tongue is stocked 
From having a taste of this offering

Not till you're planted 
Like a seed that will never grow 
Again for me to eat of its fruit 
And drink of its wine
Not till I go about with bald head
When I can speak now 
And be heard without white beards
Not till you grow wings and fly away 
Beyond the shores of the clouds
 
Mum. I'll never cease to sing this song;
It's your heart there I know is safe
Saver than the cave
Sweet mother my sweet heart 
The heart of my heart
You hatched the egg of my life
The greatest gift I can ever give to you 
That is to give my heart to Christ.
 
Dedicated to V.A Aderounmu.
© Fisayo  Aderounmu.2012


Details | Quatrain | |

Summers we had--

The heat never bothered us Our summers were always full of fun, Lazy late mornings, but spicing up Dull afternoons, romping in the sun! A gang of bashful cousins we were Famous for impishly fooling all around The neighborhood mango orchards With dozens of mangoes, we were once found! The burly gardener shooed us home We wisely kept indoors for a day or two Promised old granny, we'd behave, Just until we come up with some mischief, new! Summers were filled with a luscious taste Mangoes: Ripe and juicy or sour and green Smearing the baby face, dripping about Its one sweet mess, I love even now to clean! Drying potato wafers on cotton sarees My wheezy granny's tangy mango pickles Her kitchen was a temple of heavenly aromas Memories of them make my taste buds tickle. My children do celebrate their air conditioned summers Splashing in pools and gaming on Playstation They love theirs, I love and miss mine That's the difference of a generation. 11th June 2012


Details | Free verse | |

Birthday Wish - A

There lie cake and candles
And I'm not knowing what to do
I clap along to their singing
Hoping they finish their quadrilingual song
And we get through
I lean over the cake pulling my hair away
Reminiscing quickly over the past year, past day
I hear someone tell me to make a wish, asking me if I will
So I think of everything I wanted, things I claimed that to have them I would even kill
But it all seemed so petty for a birthday wish, too superficial
I wanted this wish to mean something, something crucial
I glance up quickly and scan the crowd
Listening to their tone deaf singing, so proud
Think of what helped me survive, made everything okay
And I know what to wish for
But I steal a glance at the door
She isn’t there, though I hoped she was
Guiding, watching me grow, like she always does
I know what to wish for, and lean forward at last
Structuring my wish fast
I wished for them
I wished for her who was there for me day or night
To talk to, play with, even fight
I wished for him who spoke his heart so true
But hid it so well I never had a clue
I wished for him who was too small
But his personality built him up so tall
I wished for her who never did overreact
She's crazy and placid, that’s a contradicting fact
I wished for him who's bribed to walk
And makes me laugh with our random talk
I wished for him, his smile so wide
Remembering that when he left, I cried
Wished for her who always nags
Always there for a vent, a gush, and loving me always, in riches or rags
I wished for him, the one I held a hidden love for
The one that always gave then gave some more
I wished for her, the total crazy
The one so different, yet the same as me
I wished for the two to trust
The true male version of us
I wished for the one I feel the need to shelter
The one that has helped me just as I've helped her
I wished for the perfect couple standing by
Who will probably be in love till they die
I wished for the guy who shares my dad's name
For his smile, conversation, and jokes that are just plain lame
I wished for the brother missing
Despite all the years of fighting, hitting, and dissing
I wished for each and every one of them, for them all
The kids crowding around me, filling the room wall to wall
I wished to have them by my side till the end of time
There to catch me at every fall and help me with every climb
The ones there with me through this journey
The ones I love, and who love me
I want them there with me through every endeavor
So I wished to have them forever and ever


Details | Free verse | |

a spec on a screen

i attempt to take a breath as structure slips away,
two lips and a whisper changed a universe today,

patterns contort and minds tilt ajar,
my soul is dumbfounded in sight of this art,


head in the clouds, where home isn't far,
seems ages away, knee deep in the stars,

i know not, the language,
i can not define,
but i know that its coming,
it's growing, it's mine.



Details | Free verse | |

Dreams

I long for a place that reflects who I am,
Not the darkness and confusion,
But my life and my love.

To actually want to come home,
To that dream where I truly live,
As I slumber peacefully,
Where nightmares don't roam.

I feel all the warmth,
Unknown to my mind,
A foreign word "mother" I'm called in this world.

I held her small body,
All wrapped in my arms,
A perfect mixture, of my lover and I.


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Not all Angels have wings.

It has been a long road from childhood to man.
I have stumbled. I have fell. But you've always lent your hand.
You have kept me afloat when I felt like I was sinking.
And from childhood to man I have done alot of thinking.

I know I should have listened to the things you use to say.
If I had I can't help but wonder, where would I be today.
But Mom I want you to know that all has not been lost.
For the things you use to say to me...I have not forgot.

And I want to say I am sorry for the times that I've screwed up.
I could tell you that a hundred times and it would never seem enough.
I guess I will have to show you that I can walk the walk.
And I know that is a whole lot harder than to simply talk the talk.

But in the end I want you to know I have learned so many things.
And when I look at you I know it's true that not all Angels have wings.


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The Winter Wolf

Silent whispers on broken vows, I cling to my dream of you.
You are the forest’s end, the wolf’s grin.
Climbing to the edge of bliss and sin,
There’s noting to obscure the view.

Looking to the sky laced with clouds, my eyes pierce the haze.
You danced into my world as a child.
Untamed, beckoning me to the wild.  
You unleashed my wings, bloodying my back, spirit crazed.

Little wolf, silver blade by my side.
We ran through the wood,
Constantly seeking to bloody our prey.
I am full on the carrion and broken pride.
 
Now you are gone, and all I have is your ghost.
A child, a maiden, a lover, a memory.
Frost grips at the beautiful ivory,
To the life I lead, to the path you craved most.


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MOTHER 2

Mama Matron Kudos to you 
Aunty Nurse thanks a lot
But you heard my cry 
Where you were laid fairly dead
And I could hear your voice
Where I was making noise
You kept asking 
Where is my baby?
All because of me!
 
As if that was not enough 
Though in pains you laughed, 
Clapped, sang and danced
Even with no drums
At your breast on your chest 
Very close to your heart 
With every act and art of care
You fed me with milk
Till I'm filled to the brim 
You would never eat
You could lay me on several places
But you carried me at your back 
And faced all the arrows 
That life shot at me at childhood  
All because of me!
 
You touched me 
As you taught me 
Your teachings are true
And your finger prints 
Are all over me
They can never be forged
Or duplicated
And anywhere I go
They are everywhere on me
Thanks for your mother-friendly care.

As the sun rises
I remember your smiles 
Racing across the miles
All like stars in my sight 
Not with a bait 
But weights of love 
From all heights
It becomes brighter
I remember your laughs
Like the moon brakes forth
Send me some smiles 
Across the miles 
And they would find me. 
 
When the earth quavers   
You held my hands 
To help my heart
Though you grow old 
As you advance in age
It behooves your body 
To beseech an abode below

Your spirit prepares 
For the final flight of faith
That needs no plane or pay
Thus, your motherhood 
All through my child-adult-hood
Forever holds 
If you had written your names 
On the pages of my diary 
It could be lost 
But you have inscribed it 
On the plate of my heart 
It can only take time 
To be remembered
 
Dedicated to V.A Aderounmu.
© Fisayo  Aderounmu.2012


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54

Softly as a willow weeps
I lay by roots and soundly sleep
Some small voice inside my dream
It's my child smiling, so serene

Her dark curls cascading down
Bright eyes looking all around
That little darling voice, my favorite sound
With small bare feet upon the ground

Her father, my husband, gazes grinning
At our little girl who was just the beginning
For my body had started showing
What lay within me, slowly growing

My life long wish is coming true
And to my lover, I thank you
For helping with that extra lift
And giving me the goddess gift


Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



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When

When is he going to understand 
that life is harder than what our eyes can see.
Its work, its pain, its suffering,
Its love, its time, its energy.
When..

When will he know the struggles life brings
When..

When will he feel the love that I feel
the pain that I feel
the anger I feel
When..

When will he learn the responsibility of life.
Its not always easy to provide.
There are times when its much easier to give up.
When..

When will he have children all his own
and learn to take care of them just as I did.
When will he hold me and say
I love you, thank you for all that you've done.
When..

When will he know that it was all done for love.

When my heart beats no more and my body lies still
Will you still love me?
Will you still see me?
Will you wonder why
When you were little why I held your hand so you wouldn't cry.
Why I would kiss you and then smile.

Life is too short to ponder what, when, where and why.
So I leave you this message
So when you are older and wiser
You'll read whats in it
and maybe then you'll understand
just why I did it.


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Silent Legacy


Breathing softly in my bed,
Visions of sugarplums, in my head.
Shadows hovering in the night,
Soul awakens, to take flight.
But, I won't scream.
Told not to scream.

Rough hands groping below my head,
Rough lips seeking to be fed.
No one knows this young child's plight,
Dad's embrace she must now fight.
But, must not scream.
No, I won't scream.

A single tear upon my face,
I grit my teeth, I know my place.
I leave my body, so small and light,
A five year old can still take flight.
But, I won't scream.
No, I won't scream.
.
There is no pain, where now I go.
I'm flying now, he hurts me so.
I'm just a child, why can't he see,
He's hurting something deep in me?
But, I don't scream.
I just can't scream.

The weight is something, no child should bare
Seems rough hands are just everywhere.
But, souls have wings, this much I know,
To fly away from realms below.
Cause there I scream.
YES, THERE I SCREAM!

The stars inside, the bleakest night,
I know I lost, this final fight.
My body's racked ,with so much pain,
My soul doesn't wish to return again.
And, now it screams.
A silent scream.

I look to see a face I know,
But, he's now a stranger, I want to go.
No longer free to be a child.
No longer free to have a smile.
Can no longer scream,
I just cant' scream.
Unending screams...

By Regina Newton  (c)2013


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Love's Reverence, a cover of ''A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky''

Chivalrist of pure intent
Honoured by the ears that lent
A tale recounted to content

Resplendant wonders brought to ear
Laments that draw an unseen tear
Evasion of the heart's deep fear

Soft young mind and placid eyes
Lucid to the tale's disguise
Unseeing the truth behind the lies

There upon the golden water
Wimsically listening to the lauder
Inclines the middle Liddell daughter

Days have come and years have passed
Golden evenings couldn't last
Erosionary time has swept too fast

Dreary dawns and bitter nights
Overcame the muse's might
Dead and gone, that fragile light

Greiving when his heart was tore
Secreted to land of lore
On through Wonderland he'll soar

Now to dream forevermore


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Love Your Offspring

love your offspring,                                                                                                 
for soon, off they will spring like frogs gainst morning dew


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To My Mommy

Thank you mom for all you’ve done
All the nights 
And 
All the time you spent with me
Held my hand 
And
Shared my fears
I know I was a sickly child
ER nights were way to often 
But
You were brave 
And 
stayed by me
And
I know I did not say it quiet enough so
Here in everlasting words
“Thank you Mom, I love you with all my heart”
Thanks to you, though I was always scared
I was never left alone
And
That means more to me then you will ever know
ER nights and ER days
So many different kinds of pains
And 
Through all my tears
And
All my fears
You were brave enough for the both of us
You have always been my sourced of strength 
I know I’ve said it once before
But
I have to say
From the bottom of my heart
I love you mommy 
And 
Thank you so very much


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MY HOMETOWN

A gentle breeze cools this sunny day as I sit by the river.  My heart aches for my yesterdays',  I am visiting my hometown.  My old friends stop by, but not long enough for my satisfaction.  I am filled with love for this place, and for the people who live here.

My roots, my childhood, and most of life's hard lessons I learned living on this river.  It is my solace, my comfort, and makes me feel complete.

They say you can never go home again, I say it is the only place on earth where you can go to feel life, love and true friendships.

Let me return again, and again.....let my family always be there to love me, my friends be there to welcome me, and a small part of heaven be waiting to bless me.


Lynn (Hanna) Barany.


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To Every Mother

This is for the women
Who showed us the way
Who made us a snack after school every day

The ladies that love us
Through worst and the best
The ones strong and lovely with whom we've been blessed

The women that smiled
When we brought dandelions home
That pointed a direction, but let us roam

The females with callused hands
Hardworking and gentle
Minds always open, never judgmental

The women who held us
Dear to their hearts
Who would never let anything tear us apart

The ladies that kissed us
When our knees started to bleed
Showing us family is all that we need

This is for the mother's, the mommy's, ma's, madre's and mum's
The ones that have shaped us into what we've become




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I'm Glad

I'm glad to hear that she's okay,
I'm glad to hear she was born today.
I'm glad to know that Bella's alright,
Now you need to rest tonight.

I'm glad I didn't have to worry so long,
And that everything is good, nothing went wrong.
I don't know how long it took
But when she came out, beautiful she must have looked.

I am glad to hear that you're okay,
I am glad to hear from you each day.
I am glad to hear that you're alright,
Now you need to rest tonight.


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Lost Day

I am coming home
late once again.
It's freezing outside,
and I want to see my dad
whome I love.
I'm happy with my friends
until I walk through the door with them,
the worst mistake I could ever make.
Dad was okay
but then his treacherous girlfriend
who calls herself a "woman of God"
says "You're just going to let
her get away with coming home late
with her friends?!"
Dad shrugs his shoulders.
"You're not raising her right.
I'm leaving."
Then Dad gets furious,
but only with me.
He storms through the kitchen at me,
angry, arms flailing.
I didn't know that his next words
would change my life forever. 
"You made me lose
my house and my girlfriend.
I want nothing to do with you,
you're not my daughter anymore.
I don't love you.
I want you out tonight."
I lose all control-
bursting into tears, running to the bathroom.
As I collapse on my knees I cannot control the tears,
I cannot breathe. 
My breath comes in between long sobs.
My chest hurts. 
It hurts so badly,
the love I've lost.
My aunt's arms are wrapped
around me, but it doesn't help.

-Caroline Youngless


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.


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Anna

The childish silliness
The sweet clumsiness
The burning storm
On your head
My everyday trial of patience.

You piss me off
All the time

All the time
You make me smile

I want to kill you
With squeezing hug

Whenever you cry
My soul tears apart.

One smile of yours -
The sun shines again
Even if it rains outside.



Sight of you
Weakens me

I lose my cruelty
My hunger for revenge:

My violent arms soften
My veins loose;


You need me
as much as
Vital you are
to my wild heart
not to burst hatred.

You teach me 
patience and tenderness,

Sometimes I hate you
I love you always
Though not in love am I.



I shall be yours
till the end of time
To make you happy
- a new goal in life:

Whatever your wish from me
Will happen
Always and ever

Forever to you
I am devoted

My dear friend,
No easier words
would paraphrase
the essential emphasis
of what I feel
but
'I love thee' -
Every single day.


Details | Epitaph | |

Teenage Love 2-and-a-half: Childhood Sweethearts

This type of love have been in the lives of all children (boys and girls) for some time to
come. It's been like that since the day the kids started going to camp and elementary
school. It seems as though that when a little boy had fallen in love with a little girl or
the other way, their hearts start to beat, they're getting this emotional feeling in their
ribs, thoughts rushing tn their brains, and that kinda stuff. It will have looked like
that their parents will have know that their kids were in love with each other, even from
the beginning. There's been a lot of young relationships that have begun back in
elementary school and at summer camp, especially when one little boy had met one little
girl when they were participating in a lot of camping activities (kayaking, e.g.). But
what's so great about a lot of long-term relationships most of all is when this boy and
this girl are talking to each other on the phone on a Saturday night. This type of young
love among children from around the world is starting to look like the movie, "Little
Manhattan" with Josh Hutcherson. It's also as if this was a real fairy tale. Sometimes,
some relationships among kids don't last long, but some of them do. And when it comes to
these kids-before-teenagers falling in love with each other, there is such thing as love
at first sight. Love follows all of the children everywhere they go; it exists. Their
parents will have gotten this funny feeling inside, especially when they were supposed to
know what their lives were like as children when they met and fell in love. Let's hope
everybody knows that young love exists. Let's also hope that the parents know that their
children are in love with each other. And if this type of young love continues to grow and
grow and grow day in and day out, their hearts will never be broken in the near future.
Let's hope they stay together forever.


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My angel

You were bright and beautiful from the moment i found out i was carring you. A beautiful angel in disguide. Not only were you my child, but a part of me my own flesh and blood, my angel sent from above. Even tho i never met you, you were mine and i loved you. I could only imagen what you would look like, and all i knew you were perfect in everyway. Then your destiney came and your fate was sealed. I couldnt stop it, I couldnt make it go away, you were taken from me and my heart stopped. I loved you from the begining and I'll love you till the day i draw my last breath, your my angel from above taken from me to soon.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.


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My Birthday Wish

I sit on the floor and wait from dusk to dawn, for a new day will soon be reborn. I count all 
the blooming flowers, and count down the long hours, while mum takes her shower. 
Today's the day, for it's my birthday. I hope I get A car, or A guitar or maybe even become 
A movie star, but that's asking A bit too much of me. I walk around singing out A loud, 
acting proud feeling as if my heads in A cloud. To my surprise I start stumbling over my 
words and begin mumbling. Maybe mum just forgot about me, or are they just hiding the 
presents from me? I walk through the hall, with my head dragging looking at the floor, 
and go to bed with my heart feeling torn. It's getting late and I can no longer wait. I turn 
off my light, and close my eyes and cry having so much things go through my mind. I 
drift to sleep but then I see, mum walking in my room in the middle of the night with A 
light. It's so bright. She raises my heart like A kite, taking of it flight and she says, good 
night, and turns of the lights. She raised my hopes high and then shot them out of the 
sky. I break down and cry, it feels as if I've just died. No one remembered why today was 
A special day for it was my birthday. I look at the sky and wonder why? I light my candle 
and close my eyes, tears dripping down onto my thighs, and I start to whisper in my 
mind. "I don't want A car, or even A guitar. I don't even want to become A movie star. I 
just want to be free of this disease called poverty, I just want people to stop running away 
from me. Free me of aids so I can stop feeling afraid. Stop me from being poor, so I can 
afford to stop sleeping on the floor. Make me smile for there is no reason to smile, but 
please make my life worth while. Take me away from Africa, for all I see is people being 
raped and all the kids hearts filled with hate, I'm loosing my faith for I am living each day 
even though there is nothing to live for". A Tear drops on my candle, And puts out the 
flame I whisper in pain,This is "My Birthday Wish"
 
We wish for luxuries that only money can afford. They wish for water for they are poor. 
People need to learn to smile, for kids living in poverty have A legitimate reason not too. 
Be happy for what we have, and never complain for what we don't have.
 
- Wiko Te Maru


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In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Son Is Autistic Part 1

This day I awoke, I had spent nights up before, 
till the point my body is what gave in. 
One would say I was probly depressed, 
but I like to think I spent it, 
asking myself what I already knew. 

I can remember feeling, 
love, shame, anger and happiness, 
all after opening my eyes, 
i wanted to but i couldnt bring myself to cry. 

I manged to get dressed, 
and while it seemed like forever, 
before I knew it, 
it was time to go. 

The ride there, was drivin in silence, 
neither of us realy talked, 
the music singing sounds, 
that I couldnt realy hear. 
I have never felt so alone 
and I asked myself...can I do this? 

When we arrived, I prepared myself, 
only for what I already knew. 
they greeted me with honesty, 
and a calming I can't describe, 
and i wonderd if, 
perhaps Kim had felt this way. 

They spoke with words they probly didnt think I understood, 
but have been through so many tests myself, 
now my child was the one, 
the one about to be labled. 
I had to ask myself "Is this my fault?" 

I would like ta say when they told me, 
I broke down and cryed, 
the truth is I felt nothing, 
and I began to ask myself why.


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My Birthday is Here - PLEASE READ IMMEDIATLY -

Just to let you know,
A very special day is approaching

IT IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Taking place on May 24th

The day I was born
And my mother and me adjoined

Cuddled and comforted
In each other's love

Tomorrow is the day
That I turn thirteen

Finally I will have entered,
My teens

From then on it will be consumed
By hormones and PMS and what-not that I will deal with

Somehow I look forward to aging even more
I grow more mature, but also more old

I think I'll be taken
Quite a bit more seriously

Not treated like a child,
How most people think we should be 

So yes it will be my birthday,
In about two hours

I hope I get lots of comments
Wishing me a well one!!!!!


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My Glorious Birth

She screamed and shouted 
But i did not nudge.
She hollered and moaned
But again, my door, i did not touch.

I sat comfortable and played inside
For it was warm and homely
But of the other side, 
I knew nothing about life there.

But when I heard her being slapped to silence,
Of her cries and screams,
I was well moved.
And out of love and pity, I opened my door.

As i narrowly and painfully came out,
I was blinded by light rays and i felt pains
But the other creatures there shouted.
Feet stamped and hands clapped

'A lad'  I heared a white creature spluttering
Again feet stamped and hands clapped
'The third lad' somebody said from afar.
I discovered that I was crying.


Tired and wearied, my mum held me close, 
She surveyed my face and touched my nose
I felt love and joy surging through her
Though she will have prefered a lass

'Michael, Michael, Michael,' she called
And went limp with me in her arms
And so Michael i came to be
And that was the last i saw of my sweet mum.


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One December Night (The End)

One December Night
     (Continuation to the End)
    
All that year Santa had hoped and had tried to find a child's love that would strongly abide.  
But month after month he was given the boot.  It didn't matter whether he showed magic or 
gave them some loot.  Many children were selfish.  Not one gave a hoot.  
     Until one cold blizzard night, in a stormy plight, the frog rang the doorbell and walked 
right on in.  In the warmth of the house, after ousting the mouse, four children accepted the 
frog for his good.  It was a happy sight for the frog there that night.  Yes, they showed him 
great kindness and genuine love, the 
spirit of Christmas shown down from above.  The purest of love without expectations turned 
the frog into Santa who promptly gave each one hugs.  “I'll be back with my sleigh to leave 
gifts on Christmas night.  Thank you dear children for your gifts of love tonight.  Leave me 
some cookies.  I shall eat no more bugs!  He laughed as he juggled three gifts in the air.  
Then, soon disappeared out of sight by the moonlight.  
     The children, still laughing and squealing with joy, had broken a spell put on Santa 
last spring.  And the mean old witch that had made him a frog, sat sadly outside all alone on 
the log.  She had made him a frog with a croak, out of tune.  She wanted his voice instead of 
her own.  Christmas carols she had heard bring so much joy.  She could not carry a tune for 
one single song.  She had hoped she could sing if she stole Santa's voice. But the love from 
the children left her no choice.  The spell had been broken by love's sweetest choice. 
But while they were happily playing about, they noticed the wand from the brown bag lay 
out.  So they went to the witch and gave her a voice.  And taught her that goodness over bad 
is a choice.  So together they played with the now happy witch.  Who gave up her evil and to 
goodness did switch.  The gift of pure love and light in the world is a gift to all who give 
heaven a whirl.  For even the wickedest of wicked have some goodness in them.  So, 
encourage the right and to evil say, “Take a flight!”   (And let God be the judge…)

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 5, 2009

Inspired by:
Poetrysoup member's Contest Anything Goes! 	
Sponsored by: Constance La France  (I took you at your word... It's a LONG story.)


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Why did I have to grow

Why did I have to grow?

Just reminiscing about my life, 
Thinking back when as a child. 
Out walking with my family, 
Watching badgers in the wild. 

Picking berries for my mother, 
Hazelnuts from the trees. 
The sight of the lonesome butterfly, 
The sound of the bumble-bees. 

Seeing lizards basking in the sun, 
Sighting fox cubs down a hole. 
Gathering fists of lush green grass, 
Feeding a horse and foal. 

Running through fields of buttercups, 
Wading in the stream. 
Dad would take me fishing, 
"Was this just a childhood dream?" 

Oh no! I know what my eyes did see, 
Tracking footprints through the snow. 
Making dens and having fun, 
Why did I have to grow?


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Christmas Through July

Christmas Through July

Christmas is such a grand time of the year!
People are happy joy shows everywhere. 
Gifts of love arrive from both far and near.
Scents of the season permeate the night air.

Remembering the Savior's love so grand.
Families hang lights, such a beautiful sight.
Decorations displayed across the land.
Many surprises are shared Christmas night.
 
January came but the tree remained.
Celebrating my child's birthday the same.
Just like Jesus, her happiness sustained.
Each year's tradition when her birthday came.

Year round loving was about to be taught.
Decorations of hearts and shiny red balls
Replaced the angels that Christmas had brought.
February feelings Christ's love did recall.

In March, the tree was adorned with shamrocks.
Paper-mâché nuggets sparkled in gold.
Children and laughter sang around the clock.
Smiles, like at Christmas, were great to behold.

April was spring pretty flowers were hung.
It took a lot of work, but was it still fun.
We at play felt pure joy, free and young.
One fun filled plan to teach love, begun.

May decorations, the best, I recall.
Mother's day cards, painted hands, paper plates.
A trip to the attic was fun for all.
While cherishing the loves childhood creates.

Christmas in June on a new marriage day
Downstairs jam-packed squeezed in each wedding guest.
Rained out at the park, they saw our display.
Christmas year round knew love at its best.

July 30th past, the flags were still hung.
Patriotism shown, honored with rare style.
Christmas in July with a new day sung.
We took down the tree cherishing each smile.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This lyric poem written in quatrain format is a true story that expresses my feelings about 
showing love year round…not just in December.  


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Hunting the zero man

A spoilt photo,a wasted life,
failure as a father,the experiment didn't come off.
So great was my abhorrence at the sight of humanity
that i decided to give her the go-by.
Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you,
the disintegration of my personality.
Brand me with a red-hot iron,iam the killer,
Lynch me ,who will struck the first blow?
Be stunned because iam the zero man.
Fully aware of the danger,iam the cracker man
so don't be soppy.
Sentimentalism is the reason of stupidity
and the end justifies the means.
Nothing ever put me out,no shiver all over my body.
Zero.
I will save my skin once again,believe it or not
and i will do this with fussiness,take it or leave it.

A clenched-fist salute to the dead child in front of my car.

I killed again giving birth to nothing.


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SPECIAL PLAYMATE

I'm standing in the doorway,
And watching for her car.
Mommy said she comes today,
I can’t wait to feel her arms.

She always reads me stories
And tickles me to sleep.
She gives me toys and bible books
That I will always keep.

I ride her back like ‘horsie’
She makes me laugh too much,
And throws me up into the air,
This person that I love.

I wish that all my friends
Could have someone like her.
A grandma to adore them
And put them in her prayers.

My brother is too young now
To roll upon the floor.
Whenever he gets old enough,
He’ll join me at the door.

We’ll watch for her to get here
Then play with her all day.
There’s no one else like 'Nana',
It’s meant to be that way.


While on the way to visit my grandsons one day, my daughter sent a text picture 
(the one you see in my blog) of my grandson standing in the doorway with the 
door wide open, waiting...looking for my car. He knew I was coming. There's 
something very special about the bond between a grandparent and grandchild. I 
wrote this for my grandchildren.



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Lost and Found

I don't understand why you left me here,
It confuses my mind and ain't real clear.
You bundled me up,made sure I was safe,
Then dropped me off in this god awful place.
You drove away and just left me there,
Along that road like you just didn't care.
Now I am all alone scared and young,
My life may be over before it begun.
Then along she came in her little dress and hat,
Said don't worry,don't cry,and beside me she sat.
She took me in her arms,said, there hows that?
Put me in a basket beside her other kitty cat.


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Someday

Imagine a boy whose heart you've broken. 
Picture him there, crying, sulking. 
Hands grasped around those fatal tokens. 
That you had left, much like him, broken.

Now listen to his dying monologue. 
For these words shall never again be spoken.

"It was here on this bed I lay, 
Where you said all you need to say, 
As you packed nearly all your things and ran away.
Leaving me there alone, that tragic day. 
Left me kicking, screaming, crying, in a fray. 
You left me in this never ending state of dismay, 
When you left me that way. 

Preaching to a newly understood god, 
'Someday! 
Someday soon!
Someday Maybe!
I don't know, just someday' 

What more is there for me to say besides someday?
For you could not sooth this wounded beast at bay.
By simply saying, 

'I will stay,
End this foolish disarray,
And continue that cold harpening music that we had once played.
Just to save you from sudden decay.
Someday I'll be your forever.
Someday never!
Someday-' 

'Stop! Stop! Stop!'
I'll say. And, 

'Would you do me one last favor please?
Before you come return for these last few things and leave, 
Kick me while I'm on my knees, 
Deny every last one of my final pleas, 
And rip my heart from about your sleeve. 
Would you do me one last favor please, 

And grant this wish, 
For a have scaffold through many a dark abyss 
Of my sub conscious, 
But still have gone a miss, 
In search of that fatal kiss. 
A kiss I had once wished to share with you.' 

What more is there for me to do, 
For you to do, 
For us to do.
We are now dead!' 

Just as he is dead.
Stuck in his own head, 
Because of the words that you had left unsaid, 
The love that you had left unfed. 
He is now dead, 
In his own head.
 



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Circling

Two young ones brought together into an orbit left to spin.
They fought recklessly forever wanting to be right and to win.
Two young children growing up secretly holding in the night.
While every one knew they circled endlessly in their plight.
Never leaving orbit like sharks they did swim.
Both fighting the attraction, while waiting for it to end.
They left, came back, and left, forever, yet again.
With time they slowly grew up, held tight in the spin.
Then one finally woke up and knew his way that day.
Stopping the childish games, he found he couldn’t circle and stay.
Finally, he left the circle and went to her straight away.
But his frustrations made him bite the other badly as he walked away.
Then he left vowing to never come back to this bend.
But the wind breathed ” Go Back. Go Back. Don’t let her get away again.”
“Go back. Go back. You must make her yours today.”
But she was still caught in the spin and the same old ways.
But her circle now looked to others to add to the spin.
So he sat down to wait as her circle went on again.
But the spin didn’t include him as number one any more.
He knew any moment the circle would lose it’s hold and there would be dawn.
When she realized he’d stopped spinning, and was trying to hold her close.
They would be together if they learned to dance this time back and forth.
They would be together if her, he could quietly hold.
It would take more than presents, only patience and a heart of love and gold.
She would have to forgive, to make things right again.
But his leaving words had quite a bite, and held them still apart.
So they went back to spinning as he slowly sought her heart.
The one he had broken and so deeply torn apart.


Details | Chastushka | |

Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance


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Dear Child

Through each & every racing thought, sense the peace you've always sought.

Trust in me & believe, don't wander to be be deceived.

For you I love, & gave you life.

Created in my loving light, & if at all you feel alone...

Know that I will bring you home.

As you grow, you'll live & learn.

You'll feel, you'll love, you'll even hate,

but when your heart aches & burns.

Take it as a lesson learned.

Be wise, do not listen to the lies.

Have hope, have faith. All good things

come to those who wait.

Be patient, be kind, & see just what you find...


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Waltz Of The Teddy Bears

When my daughter was a little girl we used to play a game
It really had no structure and it never had a name
But every time we played it I forgot all of my cares 
And now we always call it the waltz of the teddy bears

We gathered all her animals, the stuffed ones so you know
We’d pretend they sang and danced, it was really quite a show
No matter what the others did the favorite act of all
Was when the teddy bears would waltz at the closing of the ball

These teddies were her favorites and we saved them until last
The silly things we made them do were really quite a blast
I’d make them waltz across the bed dancing with a wiggle
She loved to see them frolic and it always made her giggle

Gradually my daughter grew and the waltzing soon did fade
But I can still remember all the laughter that they made
Those times have passed as all things do but in my memories
The teddy bears still sing and waltz as happy as you please

When my daughter left for college we were cleaning off her shelves
We found her old stuffed teddy bears sitting there all by themselves
I picked them up and took them over to the bed and then
The teddy bears performed their silly waltz for her again  

Very soon we both were laughing and then suddenly she cried
And I couldn’t help but shed a tear no matter how hard I tried  
We both knew that those times we had shared were very dear indeed
And I told her that the bears were here if there should be a need

They’re only worn out teddy bears with the fabric getting rough
But don’t even try to buy them because you haven’t got enough
I have had happy times in life but none of them compares
To the times spent with my daughter and the waltzing teddy bears


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Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hardest Part

Drifting through these memories,
it is torture, running through these veins.

Not such a distant past,
or so it seems,
I should have known, it wouldn't last.

Bittersweet feelings when I remember this.
Tears won't do justice,
pain is more than this,
but never quite satisfying.

Trying so hard,
but never good enough.

Forever young, but youth forever misplaced.
Not lost, though exhausted.

Kissing such a commodity goodbye,
a surprised discontent.

Difficulty breathing at times,
stop to catch my breath,
I am short of it.

Spinning so uncontrollable.
Consistent, it does not cease.

Deliberation of internal monologue,
who knew it would be resistant, my mind,
in liberation.

Release of adrenaline,
persistent manipulation of guilt.

Blame, a hidden secret,
bouncing from one host to the next.

It is somewhat like a disease,
partially contagious.

Free emotion consumes mind and body.
Senses of flexibility prevails.

I am fee.

Please, don't let me slip away.
Forever be.


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Neverland

Sometimes I wish that I could be, a little boy who was just like me. When I was young and not afraid, of anyone or anything. 
   I'll take my time to lose it all. But learn to run before I crawl.  So far away from everything. That this cruel world has thrown on me. 

Hearts may break, as teardrops fall. But love and time, will heal us all. So hold onto, your happy thoughts. Grip childhood dreams, don't let them rot!

   I'll shake some hands, and crack a smile. I'm in no rush, I'll be here a while.  To face this world, all on my own. But in your arms, I'm not alone. 
   So take my hand, and hold it tight. Let's spread our wings, and take to flight. We'll break the boundaries, of any road. And go seek out, our pot of gold. 

Hearts may break, as teardrops fall. But love and time, will heal us all. So hold onto, your happy thoughts. Grip childhood dreams, let the bad ones rot!
   
Sometimes I believe in miracles. Sometimes I hate this cold hard world. 
Sometimes I just break down and cry. 
That's when my angels help me fly. 

Carry me, high upon your shoulders. Don't let me, grow any older. For Neverland, is where we make it. I'm happy now, no need to fake it. 
   In troubled times, I drift away. And let my childhood memories play. When lost and lonely, pick up the phone. Dear mom and dad, I'm coming home. 

Hearts may break, as teardrops fall. But love and time, will heal us all...
   



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Surgery

Lost, following darkness at an exaggerated speed.
 Feeling helpless with an ever growing need.

Trying to catch your breath with a tremendous scare.
 Its there, all you have to do is inhale the air.

Panic is an unwelcome, yet familiar friend.
 Dear God, tell me this isn't the end.

He isn't even six weeks old and here he lays. 
 Death banging at the door, chased away by she who prays.

Thank you for competent nurses who love their job. 
 Thank you for that stranger to hug you while you violently sob.

I love you more every day that I see my son's bright smile.
 You really never left me, you were there all the while.

I owe you my son's life and that broken piece of my heart.
 Thank you for not taking him away and ripping me apart.




Dedicated to God......


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The Red Kite and Wagon

Brother had made me mad so I knocked him down the basement stairs.
Choicely words he hurled my way-His teary eyes reflected pain and back at me they glared.
Like a viper he laid around the house daring me to come his way.
Sorry am I now for I have no one with to play.
After several weeks had passed, he still snarled and hissed.
Only his foot- to-hip cast kept him constantly at bay.
But I grew lonely with no brother to rumble with; no one to share my day.
Then the thought struck me as a jolt of reality-tomorrow is his birthday.
Off to Mr. Green’s corner store I went for a birthday present- I had fifty cents.
I spied a red kite- asked him to rap it and back to brother as I whistled and skipped.
I presented the little red kite which brother threw down-saying you ain’t right!
Sadly I looked for a solution of how brother can fly his new birthday kite.
It was in the backyard, positioned under the lean-to – the answer to my prayer.
I dragged it out and cleaned her with new found hope and no despair.
I carried my brother and placed him in the little red wagon with difficulty as he held his kite in hand.
The school yard was empty- we tailed the kite and then pulling the wagon I ran.
The little red kite stilled high in the air as brother and I where once again a pair.
The kite soared the faster I ran and finally at the end of the day, a brother’s love had been won again.


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Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | Limerick | |

Cougar and Cub

There once was this gal – much older
And I being young but bolder
Took hold of her hand
Said I am your man
But she gave me the old cold shoulder

Now I – being not a quitter
Thought how am I going to get her
I must make her mine
The very next time
My parents get a baby sitter

Written - 	6/19/11 by mdailey
For Dr. Mehta's contest - Cougar Effect
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Forever On Your Heart

Forever On Your Heart
(Doubledown Style 1)

You birth children into the world
Slowly you watch them grow
You teach them daily right from wrong
All the things they should know

From day one they are on your lap
You love them from the start
Your values you impart to them
They turn and break your heart

love them unconditionally
Oh how does your heart ache
The news you hear from day to day
Hearing of their mistakes

There is so much I can’t explain
So I sit in disbelief
Within is a terrible pain
Where can I find relief


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Fly Home, Little Angel

“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet

A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about 
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”

Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011


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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


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Abuse

I look into your eyes after its all said and done
And remember the hurt and pain I caused
The promises and dreams I sold to you
The lies that put your love life on pause

See I wasn’t the one for you 
And we both knew this to an extent
You to the point of trying to make it work 
And me just getting out of it what I can get

See you clinched on to me tightly 
Even though it was bulls**t I was feeding you
Because honestly you were dead weight 
Unless it was those times that I needed you

And me being me I had moved on so long ago
But you being you and doing what you had to do
Try your hardest to make us compatible 
And I was going against love and if I failed
 I guess you were just my collateral 

How it hurts me to reminisce on the fact
That I held you back so long
How you were trying to make it right
But my intentions were so wrong

Those mornings that you would call me
 While in the presence of loneliness
And how I would come and leave 
And you would only wish….. 

Only wish I would stay to hold you 
Or even maybe chill for a while
But I played the game just as I played you
And it all seemed so foul

How I did you so wrong for so long
But even though I knew that you realized 
For some reason you still had hope...
Hope on a dream that had died

And long after it all you found love 
So is it me disappearing or me losing you
Whatever it was with our situation
I’m sorry for abusing you


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Love Thy Mother Much

Love thy mother much
For she's who gave birth to me
But won't let me


Details | Free verse | |

Judas The Fallen Angel

I'm not the devil
But I know who he is
He's your alter-ego
And your so oblivious
He's the angry reaction
He's the hate hidden inside
That masked as confidence
That's the devils own foolish pride
I admit it, I lied
For I know he's with me
When everyone disappears
And we debate how things should be
I feel sorry for him
I was also casted out
So I soothe his great evil
And he removes all my doubt
Not the worst thing I've done
We don't hurt no one
They still despise us
I feel like his son
Except there's that thing
Always keeps me true
Peace  and love lead to happiness
The rest is up to you
For we can just show you
The reflection you wear
As we climb back towards heaven
My mind already resides there

And the millions of dream chasers 
awaiting me there
trying to catch up
by acting like they care
yet somehow, I still truly do
my mind is much stronger now
in thanks to you
nobody hates me
when I love myself
their desire can;t touch my
sense of already there
catch up  to me 
if you think can
you might learn the power
when i show you the dance
it will be okay 
when the music takes you away
I'll be holding your hand
at the end of the day
my one truest friend 
always saw the end
before I ever
made a start towards it
the old me is over
and I'm more loved for it.


Details | Bio | |

A tattoo of me

I love it when your waiting

My Dad at the school gate

Telling me to hurry up

We don't want to be late


For what I never really knew

But it was always fun

Holding on to Daddy's hand

And down the street we'd run


How was your day

You'd say to me

Tell me what you learnt

Guy Fawkes invented fireworks

And London once got burnt


That's right my love

You'd laugh and smile

Across the road we'd dart

A proud smile across my face

A warm glow in my heart


Now I live far far away

You can't get me from school

Home time is fun no more

And Mummy's just aren't cool


So Daddy I've been thinking

And I've have got a plan

A tattoo of me I'll give to you

To keep upon your hand


Details | Rhyme | |

4 Beautiful Baby Boys

Four beautiful baby boys
I'm always telling them to pick up their toys
for they leave such a mess
I really do wish they would leave me less

We take walks outside
and always enjoy the stroller ride
we love each others company
and the beautiful scenery

They love playing their video game
if I try to play they just say mom your lame
I may not be the cool one like dad
but I think I'm kind of rad

Four beautiful baby boys
they all make such wonderful noise
wrestling and fighting over toys
screaming and laughing what's not to enjoy

Now it's time to snuggle into bed
after all the story books have been read
kisses and hugs and sweet nothings said
till their fast asleep with their pillows on the bed.



* This poem is to my 4 beautiful baby boys( Austin,Jordan,Brandon,Gary) mommy loves you so
much!!!!*


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THE FAIR GIRL AND THE BLACK EGRET

In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime,
the fair girl found a tall, black egret  
with whom she could have a chat; 
and was it the same one that her parents rescued from the wild?


Among bulrushes taller than she actually was,
the anxious girl told that bird one of her wishes:
to hop on his back and fly as the happiest butterfly,
and find her mom whom she remembered singing a lullaby.

" Take me to my mom!"  she begged the wading bird.
" Nobody ever takes me there to visit her" she exclaimed.
" She may be miles away from here...way past the blue ocean!" 
He replied with little confidence, lacking a sense of emotion.


The fair girl kept on begging, until the black egret finally nodded.
" Thank you, kind bird...now let's fly and depart from this marshland!"
So the two of them ventured into a cloudy sky expecting no rainfall...
not until they had gotten there safely and heard that sweet mother's call..  


Details | Haiku | |

Koolaid Kisses

                              Long koolaid kisses
                          Red cherry lips frozen sweet
                        A smiling embrace


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We're Living in a world today

We livin in a world today,
Where its streets over home
Heartaches where pain rome…
Its guns before goodies,
Babies before books…
Boys before brothers,
& family below lovers…
Its sex without rubbers,
More baby showers than graduation parties
And more funerals than weddings…
We’re blinded by lust, 
And trapped without trust…
We’re living in a world today,
Where everybody falls a victim to the street..
A bullet is the only thing they seem to meet;
Everybody’s a follower,
But nobody leads!
We’re living in a world today,
Where only parents read..
The obituary is one thing they probably 
Aren’t too happy to view..
But the kids who listen:
Its only a few.
It’s more obituaries than honor rolls
And this is what we live in…
Today


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BABY SMILE FOR ME JUST ONCE

BABY SMILE FOR ME JUST ONCE!!!

Ohh My Charming Baby 
Ur My source of happiness
U bring in Me all the strength
And keep Me out of stress

I,
Just wanna hear that giggle 
Giggle of Ur honeyed humming
Just wanna see that bubble
Bubble on Ur cheeks blushing

Every day I wait for moments
Moment to see U open Ur eyes
Moment to hear those timely cries
Moments of those speechless tries
And the Following gorgeous smiles
Always heads Me up from inside
Neva wanna see any change in those tide

It’s the Smile on Ur face 
That always stuns
It’s vigor for U in My heart
For which it runs
My only wish Baby
Will U Smile for Me just Once !!!

			---------YASHU,,,,,,


Details | Limerick | |

His Trip To The Moon limerick

There once was a boy we called chase-face
he dreamed of reaching outer space.
With this dream in his heart
our family will part
and this boy we never could replace.

We all dreaded that day late in June
when we knew he would fly to the moon.
So a party we had
even though we were sad
as the countdown was scheduled for noon.

Chase couldn't get rid of the grin
or the drool that was right on his chin.
He was laughing so loud 
while we stood watching proud.
His journey would finally begin.

The trip was a total success.
Of course, we expected no less.
We've done all we can.
He now is a man
and all that he sees he will bless. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Season of Christmas

The aroma of pine, fills up the air
In jolly moods, without even a care.
Some decorate trees, and some bake away
Getting all ready, for that special day.

The lights are so dazzling, shining so bright
The hustling and bustling, is quite a sight.
Santa Claus helpers, everywhere we go
Watching the children, playing in the snow.

The Christmas Carolers fill, the night with song
Celebrate and rejoice, all season long.
Candlelight service, to honor Christ’s birth
It’s quite an event, all over the earth.

Waking up early, and sneaking downstairs
Peeking in stockings, if anyone dares.
Children’s eyes sparkle, as they laugh with glee
Who had brought these gifts? Did anyone see?

Families gather, to celebrate the day
Children so happy, laughing as they play.
The season so special, all filled with love
We can give thanks, to our Father above.

12/17/2013


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Let`s size the day...

Let`s size the day...
I want to say:
It was too grey
My yesterday,
And hard to pay
The solitude
In which I lay.

I understood,
Prince Charming could
For long time stay 
In pensive mood,
A statue rude.
Again,I pray 
For people good.

Too late I came
with bitter sword.
Too early ,Lord
I learnt thy game,
and put my word
In your name.
I loved this world...




Details | Free verse | |

she wonders

She wonders what you’re doing
and how you're living life
what new things did you learn today
and how did you sleep last night
did you feel raindrops on your face
or sunshine in your eye
of all the questions left uknown
the biggest one she has is why
why can’t you be together
why can’t she watch you grow
why can’t she guide you through this world
this she just does not know
but she promises you’ll be together
no matter how long it seems
just know your always in her heart
and always in her dreams

Poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine 
P.G  Always remember sweetie true love is never lost, you will meet again someday.


Details | Pastoral | |

The Robertson named Eric

I came to know you when I couldn't remember,
It didn't take long for us to bind,
Grandpa was a special name, loving and tender,
We were often together inseparable like twine.

So many times you gave much love and pleasure,
Grandpa you were smart, patient, handy and caring,
We went to the zoo, biking, fishing plus more which I'll treasure,
The talents and attention you gave made it hard for sharing.

You taught me about life and how to be,
To live honourably truthfully faithfully and just,
To smell flowers, touch the willows, taste blackberries and see,
That few things in life come free... hard work is a must.

The highlights of your life shall be forever sweet,
The red canoe, bagpipes, your bike and handmade leather,
The cabin, falls, syrup and the whoop to - do - trail, what a treat,
Wherever you were was great, no matter what the weather.

Now dear Grandpa for a time we must depart,
Heaven will be a better place because you are there,
We will miss you, especially those close in heart,
Till we meet again your message and memories we'll share.


With love from you family and one of the many people who will miss you:
your Grandson William

P.S. - Here, there or in the air... (1 Thess.4:13-18)


Details | Verse | |

Barefoot

earth so solid,

grass so green,

the sweetest toes I've ever seen.

smile so radiant,

hand so small,

in this moment I have it all.

dirt so pure,

water cold,

here is the place my heart unfolds.

play with me mama,

dance with me,

sing to me,

let your soul go barefoot...


Details | Romanticism | |

Dreamer

 I thought I was fine,
Walking the line,
 Independence is a must,
When losing faith & trust,
 Acknowledging love, 2 be only lust,
And nothing more than a dream soaring threw the dust.
 A tale that was told,
When I was yet so old,
 A fabricated feeling,
To leave us needing healing.
 Thoughts of peace & happiness,
We could never touch,
 Theres something more 2 this lyfe,
Then leeving feeling rough.
 But the things that you say,
And damn baby the way,
 The love that we make,
My body just cant take,
 Emotions over ride,
My mental state inside,
 My feelings now have changed,
& I pray you feel the same.


Details | Couplet | |

Space, version 2

Between the ears of the greatest minds
Limits and laws do not exist    

Building roads and wrinkles to beyond
 Such brains are ripe with fascination

Where physical boundaries do not factor
Journeymen and women discover frontiers within themselves   

Forming the legendary, from the amorphous
They are contemplative, they are reminiscent 

Tireless and motivated I am just a rubbernecker  
Watching treasures without obstacles, by accident


 Eventually I choose to give them their space
Smiling back at them, they are our children


Details | I do not know? | |

The jewels of motherhood - I solute my motherly figures

Boy I can say me and my mom has been through some rough years together and apart, but I have to say at the end of the day; THERE IS NO MOM LIKE MINE... I know she did her best with what she had. That I am now more grateful then ever. I seen my mothers struggles, It groomed me for my days away from her. Unspoken lessons I carried all through it. My Grandmother's embrace always kept my heart warm, I ? her dear, she is my Shero... My Mom my Hero....(R.I.P.) To Janice & Mz Penny , and all the other motherly figures in my life time, I solute you and thank you for every jewel you gave me, they are tucked safe away to share with my seeds. Your strengths, wisdom, and endurance passes on.


Details | Free verse | |

Blink

I've notice life moves way to fast.
You blink,a day,a moment has past.
Like just yesterday it seem,I've held you for first time.
Must remind myself it will be seven years this September.
I remember you were crawling everywhere.
Golly I went an blink,now you're handing me baby frogs,
can I keep it mama please.
Now we have three.
I've also notice with every new blink,
comes a new moment soon to past.
I'm anxious yet,partly afraid of what the next blink will bring.


Details | Rhyme | |

Letter to my Firstborn - Beaurain

My Dearest Child,

I fell in love with you,
from even before you were born.
You were the cutest little baby -
You were my firstborn

I can't wait to walk with you,
Each step of the way,
I love to watch you growing up,
To see you bloom day by day

You make me proud,
When you always try your best,
You just never give up,
Until you've mastered each test.

I love you dearly,
I love you true,
You mean the world to me,
And these are my wishes for you:

I wish you health,
I wish you peace,
I wish you wealth 
that will never seize.

I wish you courage,
I wish you strength,
I wish you patience,
Beyond earthly lengths.

But above all,
I wish you wisdom and love,
In short,
I wish you Beautiful Abundant Blessings from Above!

Al my Love!
Mom


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Loved Someone So Much You'd Cut An Arm Off For Them

Literally cut off an arm for them
                 shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh
The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart
   and wonder.
Floating like cannonballs, just dying
 batteries. No more  struggling, flailing legs.
Excitedly scribbling next to me 
   a feeling like jeans upon your touch    or fresh toast
crisp yet damp.
  I’d just like to shake you. Rattle the bones beneath your
skull, maybe even kill a few brain cells if I feel like it 
   and where have they taken you, claiming you
but not my legs and arms. Perhaps I do not wonder enough 

Dangling on the edge of the world,
You do not forsake those offering solace
   Rather you slice and cut until the edge of the world ends 
And becomes your very own playground.
 Then you need not worry,
   but had better bloody worry.
After all it’s what makes you, and us, human. 


Details | Monorhyme | |

Pink Joy

Pink joy sweet smell,
Love in a nutshell
Adorable, Ezzelle. 
Fortune upon us fell.
We sang lullabies, noel.
“The Farmer in the Dell”
Your fears, we did dispel.
Harvested flowers: speedwell.
Time toddled, picking bluebell.
Curiosity played in the stairwell.
Your hurts we cared for well.
School days propel.
Bosoms swell.
Rebellions quell.
Cheers yell.
Amid noble dreams, you dwell.
College! Farewell.
Time will tell.
Choose well wedding bell.
Let God within you dwell.
Love living; live well. 
Grow strong, pink pastel.
Mother loves you, my sweet belle.

© May 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Dodoitsu | |

A missed poem

he carries his newborn child
passengers on the  backseat
a widower just cycles
no choice but his bike 

father and rickshaw rider
sad thoughts of his dead wife
lovingly holding his child
he rides with his fate

a girl feels her fathers love
happy passengers arrived
a widower and newborn
on their bike for life

@ Elly Wouterse

Form - a reality dodoitsu (if that form does not exist.......  maybe this is a reason...?? 
Note: About a,  great,  rickshaw rider 
Describing an image and a true story from India.(Mail on line Oktober 25th - an online newspaper ) about  - among other things - parental love, perseverance and hope... 


Details | Classicism | |

When I Think Of You

                  When I Think Of You I smile cause I think of all the good times we had,
        I stop myself when I'm about to cry and start feeling sad, I just wish you could come back I miss you so bad. No matter what I do theres always something that reminds me of you there was so much things we've been threw.  There thick and thin you were always by my side as my best friend. When I think of you I get chills inside I love you when you left apart of me died. Noone could ever replace you if they tried.


Details | Rhyme | |

Disillusion

My confusion 
And my disillusion
Sheds no blood but my own 
My secrets 
My regrets
everything I have never shown 
My apathy 
And atrophy 
Takes away all light 
My weakness 
And meekness 
Takes away any fight 
My lying 
And dying 
Burns through me 
My love and care 
Through so much to bear 
If only you could ever see.


Details | Rhyme | |

MOMENTS OF MOMENTS

Those moments of moments 
Spaced within the crazy Brain
Often brings the smile on you
Realizing,
Time spent was never in vain.

Miss saying,
Do hell with it and I don’t care
For the last piece of pizza, I stare 
Miss those small fights, I dared

Craving to go back in past
To live those moments once again
To live the life of a free Bird 
To get wet in those heavy rain.

To roam around those paddy fields
Till the body trace to drain
To hate the taste of sour grapes
To love the sweetness of Sugarcane

To be home with clothes of stain
To lie and to be insane 
To cry loud just to show the pain 
To love without thinking of the gain

To be the part of that joyful ride
I would keep all my pleasures aside
Would team up back and be mad
To live the life I once had.
--------------yashu


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The First Times With My Daughter

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Lonely Love

There was a boy named Chew Too Who. He fell in love with a girl named Sue. He gave her a flower, But it was too sour. She fell in love with someone new.


Details | I do not know? | |

A God given Grandpa

When I was born I was given four grandparents but there is another kind,
There are people that God brings into our life that are unique and rare:
I know you had seven children but you make many feel like number eight in mind,
For your warmth to all is shown by the many acts of goodness that you share.

I think of the ways in which you came to salvation in Jesus who is best,
The years that you gave to freedom for our country as a medic in the war:
Our Lord revealing His Word (1Tim.2:5) to you and the priest you did test,
The long isle you walked at Jarvis Street (Baptist Church) which many are 
thankful for.

In this life you have had many struggles but have always “bounced” back,
From strokes to folks and many other “outer and inner” pain:
During all these ultimately spiritual challenges Jehovah-Jireh has been there in 
the attack,
Waiting to shove it all in the devil’s face that no matter what he did there was no 
gain.

At this time Grampa I say unto you Shalom (peace) be still,
Many are praying for you and in this you have been an example to us all:
For we know all things work together for “good” according to His will,
And with much intercessory through Holy Spirit power you cannot fall!!!

Grampa we are lookin’ for the Blessed Hope and the soon coming Rapture,
Souls are in danger and many still need to know that there is a hell to be shun:
Cause bondage runs deep and many are under satan’s power and capture,
For no man knows the day nor the hour in which He will come.



To Grampa with love from one of your many proud “grand-children”

Remember these words for with them have you comforted us all!!! (Mat.11:25-30)


Details | Rhyme | |

Cycles and patterns

Rain drops look like heartbeats
Broken in two, melting away candle
Wax into the blue
My teeth chatter because of the cold
The ancient age of old
Has made me stand upon two feet
In one accord, singing to this beat,
One last breath shall be the very first
Kiss that put in his this hearse,
When she felt sweet sorrows stale
And made the prison of my heart bail.
I thought about these gifts and promises
That she made on a piece of paper with no list
And it died earlier on this way and that
The skinny takes away the bone and its fat
It was a deception of faces in the rain
A smile through deep pain
Inside was intercession
To beat this tiger’s aggression
It made me learn something new everyday
To learn this lesson,
That fact that she wouldn’t stay,
I thought about what came next,
Then what happened was what 
Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed
Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood.
It started raining from above the ceiling
Cracks of my heart peeling,
Putting away furniture and dress’s
Speaking to a room of noise and mess’s
Voices disguised my male and female 
Dish’s, draining away life
That would make harmony come into one flesh.




Details | Rhyme | |

My Christmas List

I don't want a lot, but I know I want this.
I insist! It's my Christmas wish! Just give me a kiss!
If it's going to be on the cheek, I want five in a row.
We can sit down by the fire, underneath the mistletoe.
It doesn't have to be big, just give me a peck.
I want to see you under the tree with a bow around your neck.
Come here, pretty baby, and spread some Christmas cheer.
It doesn't seem like it's me, but you're all I asked for this year.
Did I just hear some reindeer, flying over my head?
I don't want to miss Santa, so I got to go to bed.
I've been really good this year, I just know he will come.
Let's sleep close to the fire, so our toes won't go numb.
Wake up! Merry Christmas! Santa left us some stuff!
Looks like I got what I wanted, just having you is enough.


Details | Verse | |

Empty Nest

Jo Davis


No messy bathroom greets my sight,
unnmade bed, nor lit night light
Sandals and trainers all packed away
A pick up by Oxfam, planned today 
Boisterous noise has been replaced
Deafening silence now fills this place
The six o’clock alarm has come to a stop
with no school run to hurriedly drop
All grown up, and far away
Just memories left of yesterday.


Details | Rhyme | |

ME

Last born of three
With loving and caring parents
Although through life 
I could not see

As I grew up 
To belong was my need
Rejected by some
Concentrating only on me

Seeing what is not
Was my deal
Fearing the unknown 
Was all so real

Each head is a world
And mine was in turmoil
The power I had
Was shortchanged and soiled

I did not fit in
So I made it a point
To fit in with all
Even if it meant hurting me

When at the time
I didn’t realize 
That what I felt 
Was a normal life

They could not adjust
To my caring and empathy
They all thought me weak
And saw me with sympathy

My family is all to me 
And being there is all I need
To finally see that all the problems
Don’t lie within me

Yes I kept to my self
And I hoped that no one saw
All the sadness 
That came through me

Yet life is short
So I make the best of it
Now knowing that 
This life is what I make of it

Life goes by day by day
And I now enjoy
Waking up every day
Full of love and joy

I now know how to love
Who to love and why
I can truly say
I LOVE and ACCEPT me!!
A Diamond in the Rough. 
 

By: Nena Enriquez


Details | Verse | |

Brother

There s a love that I
have found
To which no ties of blood
are bound
Where no lineage can
be traced;
nor resemblance found
upon our face
Yet deep within a heart
so true
a brother’s love found I;
In you






Details | I do not know? | |

STILL MY BEST FRIEND

Hey angel baby,
This is just for you,
Take you back to our old school,
On the benches or the steps is where I use to hold you,
Where I held your hand in mine for the first time
My front yard is where you first told me hi
No one so beautiful had caught my eyes
Ask my brother he'll tell you knucklehead here was mesmerized
Then you smiled and I was hypnotized
Wanted to tell you I like you but I was too shy to do it
I think about it now, you were too
Because you had your cousin ask me out for you
But it was sweetly, innocently cute
Awe that’s one of my favorite memories of you
And hey word I was a lil perve and you know
Had a lil chubby 13yr old at night staring up at your window
What a fool but you were too awesome saying it was cool
We were young having fun when it was ok to be normal
And dumb was how we played like ‘10cents a minuet’
Matter of fact I got a jar full of dimes and I’m going to spend it ;)
For real though the time I had with you I loved every second
I know we both wish it hadn't ended
But it’s like it never did
Even though we moved on as teenage kids
You still been my best friend even through my bullshit
And you can have anything I can give
And oh I didn’t forget
SMILEY I love ya
From your best friend BUBBA

-bkmjr 2011-


Details | Lyric | |

Hello

                                       John Monteblanco

Was I ever invited to your stupid little party?
No, I just stood here looking at the stars.
This became my holy grounds and I won't let you touch it!
I used to be the fragile type, but now I'm your type?
Don't try to pull me away from my beautiful sanctuary!
I'm in love with you yet I'm blinded by the way you act towards me and every other 
man you look at.
This is why I write- to get the truth out and NEVER have to lie again!
I promised I wouldn't leave this place for a girl!
I made this promise way back in fourth grade...when I was too young to recognize the 
beauty of a woman.


Inspired


Details | I do not know? | |

Young Heart

From my youth,
I knew no goodness 
Teach me His truth
So that I will meet success

I hope I'm making little progress

From my youth,
I knew very little at first
Teach me Your truth 
Or I'll remain in thirst

I thirst for His spirit - to renew my faithfulness

I have a nourished heart
But, evilness broke it apart
I had an energetic soul  
But agony took its toll 

And now I pray
To Him who mends us all
To save my young heart
From the fear of losing control...

Do I still have an innocent, 
Young heart? 


Details | Rhyme | |

REFLECTIONS OF A MOTHER

Reflections of my eyes
are looking back at mine
considering the memories
I thought were left behind.


Attempting to remember
happy moments that avail
while visions of regret
return to me unveiled.


A parent's love perfected
must from their failures bloom.
Intentions, not considered,
by memories are consumed.


Her childhood has departed
A mother she's become.
New memories now beginning
with an infant of her own.


Mirrored in her eyes, I see
a pondering of concern.
Memories, though unwelcome,
are lessons she must learn.


If any wisdom taken 
from days of nurtured past,
I pray she will discover
that childhood memories last.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mommy's Prayer and Lullaby

Mommy's little princess
is almost all grown up.
A danzel in distress, 
or just the average slut?
She traded in her bouncy curls
for a sharp silver knife.
She's picking fights with other girls
and wants to end her life. 
Under all the make up, 
and behind the painted smile...
She knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the mother she'll always keep...
is somewhere watching over her
as she goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.

Mommy's little super hero
has grown over two feet.
He traded in his sword and shield
for a few bags of weed.
He knows he has to be a man, 
but still, he wonders why.
So complicated and unfair, 
this concept of goodbye.
Under the layers of black clothes, 
behind the dilated eyes, 
is a secret to behold, 
even super heros cry.
But he knows that when he looks up
he can feel her for a while.
The Mommy he once knew, 
the mother he'll always keep.
is somewhere watching over him
as he goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby,

Mommy's little baby
is now in middle school.
And now she takes it upon herself
to create her own rules.
He sister is not her mom, 
and her brother is not her dad, 
but at the end of the day
they're all she's ever dad.
Under all the questions
about things she's never known, 
Every night she wonders
why her family had to go.
But she knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the Mother she'll always keep
is somewhere watching over her
as she gets in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.


Details | Free verse | |

Station Bench

Everyone is a child's child.

Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.

Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.


Details | I do not know? | |

Growing Pains

Sitting by  railroad tracks
Eye to eye with bare, coiling tree branch,
Sunlight caressing half iced river below,
Glittering rainbow  prisms,
And I’ve been here many times before.

When I was seventeen,
On my own,
Playing with freedom for the first time
And I knew everything.

When I was nineteen,
Blue hair, Green shoes,
Red checker pants,
Wide eyed,
Crazed and crying,
Wishing for a train.

When I was twenty-one,
Lying on snow covered tracks,
Looking at moon reflections in his eyes,
Red cheeks, Tender lips,
“Promise me you’ll never forget this moment,”

And now, twenty-seven
Past lives lingering like star dust
Older, wiser, Wondering
Where the next train
Might take me.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Child, 1 2 1

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

When you think love

When you think love, what do you hear?
I hear the sound of whispers in my ear.
- It starts with guys and lies,
then leads to going to get fries.
-Eventually we'll go home for a drink;
and you'll throw up in the sink.
I'll go to leave while you sleep,
I learned the hard way that you're a creep.

You expect me to call you the next day.
Do you want me to throw my life away?
I wasted a night with you;
what did you want me to do?
Luckily i got smart and left.
Before you committed a theft.
You could have ruined my life.
I was smart enough not to be your wife.

But, love comes with choices and i was wrong.
I should have stayed with you, though it would not have been long.
Unfortunately, you died shortly after, 
because you had cancer.
We were all so sad;
that you drove your self mad.


Details | I do not know? | |

I know i am wrong!!

Oh Yeah! I know I am wrong,
Oh yeah! You won’t come along.

I know I never followed rules,
My beauty & mind are only jewels.

Oh Yeah! I’ve been hated for my attitude,
I know, my life will be lonely song.
I know you love me, I know I love you.
But you will not come along.

Oh yeah! I know baby I know I am wrong!!


Details | Couplet | |

Little Children

Oh, what a joy little children are ! Juice in the video, sick in the car. Untidy bedroom, scattered toys, girls playing nurses with little boys. Dogs' tails being pulled, a cat's on fire, interrupting the moments of love and desire. Passing the blame for their little crimes, playing with frogs all covered in slime. Screaming their heads off in a plush restaurant, having a tantrum when refused what they want. Arriving home late covered in mud, not going to bed when they know they should. Non-stop talking while dad's watching telly, splashing the walls with ice-cream and jelly. Chocolate stains on their Sunday best, painting funny pictures on granddad's vest. Why do parents' voices echo from afar, Oh, what a joy little children are !


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Mother's Day

It is on this day that I must admire
Thinking back to the days when your “tough love” seemed to never tire
    And the thought of a shoe still sends chills up and down my spine
Oh wonderful woman, this mother of mine

With footwear in hand and compelling suggestions to see your way
It is not difficult to understand the knowledge of life that I have today
But to only remember the fear of these two 
One, the Good Lord Almighty and the other “the shoe” 

Remembering well all of the stories I told
Then fearfully watching your wrath unfold
The punishment of “the shoe” was well deserved
And how your abundant love was well reserved 

Remembering all of our “one-sided discussions”
Some resulting at the cost of a mild concussion
Dear mother, it is with confidence I can say
The love of my mother I would never change in any way

My mother dearest filled with love galore
It is the love you have for all I do adore
For it is the Fear of God and the Love of The Lord I remember most
And on this day it is my dearest mother I do boast     


Details | Rhyme | |

Mothers

How come mothers scold?
How come mothers yell? 
Then when they say they love you,
Sometimes you just can’t tell!
And sometimes when they yell all day, 
“I hope you burn in hell!” you say.

But then you have that talk,
And then you feel so bad.
You try to go apologize,
But think that she's still mad!
So you let her blow off some steam,
And pray it’s not as bad as it may seem.

You start out by saying, “Sorry,”
‘Cause you’re trying to be mature,
But the rest of it just won't come out,
And you’re feeling insecure…
You throw away your fears,
And express the rest in tears.

You know what you did,
And you know that you were wrong.
You've let your feelings out,
You know that you've been strong.
You pray she understands,
Your punishment is in her hands.

You regret those things you've said,
You say things when you’re mad.
But you've made matters better now,
And for this, your mom is glad.
She gives you her forgiveness,
And so your guilty feelings grow less.

So when your mother scolds,
And when she starts to yell,
Just know it’s ‘cause she loves you,
In case you just can't tell.
So when you feel like you’re in a ditch,
Remember, “Tough love can be a – well, you get the point I’m trying to pitch!”


Details | Acrostic | |

She Let Her Flowers Bloom

She was a late bloomer in the love department.
Her biological time clock had been ticking for years.
Everyone wondered if she would ever get married.
 
Later, she started to wonder that too, and about children.
Education had given her some smarts, but only a beginning.
Time ticked and her self-worth took a big crash into oblivion.
 
Her only thoughts were of her childhood, punishments, and failures.
Every waking moment was spent writing down the “to do’s” for the day.
Remembering anything at all soon became impossible, after the accident.
 
Flowers filled the fruitful trees and gardens around her.
Laughter of children outside her window; she no longer took notice.
Overcome and shriveled, her life trying to be good enough took its toll.
What was she thinking!
Every happy person she knew had a fragrant flower germinating within.
Remembering her dreadful past must be buried; a new seed must grow.
 
Before long, wisdom had evolved into a family.
Laughter of her own children filled every room of her house.
Opulent motherhood brought and gave love everlasting.
Over her many years of parenting, she had two goals:  Life and self-love.
Many years later, she thanked God; she let her children, like flowers, bloom.


NOTE:  This acrostic poem relates to Debbie’s wise words that, “The important thing is 
that we live true to ourselves and cause the great flower of our lives to blossom.”  This 
poem is about a woman