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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? "


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GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands
Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew. 

Hello grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.

Hello Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support
It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods.

Hello grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see grandma
Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die
Bye, grandpa
Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her

By; PD


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 | |

The truth about women

Bestowed with femininity,
     wisdom, elegance, and grace,
     exemplifying dignity, daughter of the human race.

X chromosome integrity
      ordains attributes endowed,
      according by propensity, a nature kind and proud. 
     
Beauty and vitality
     anoint her noble gender,
     magnum opus artistry imparts celestial splendor.

Her marvelous complexity
     gives complementary disposition
     to valiant masculinity for a perfect coalition.

Exquisite physiology
     yields licentious pleasure due
     the wanton sensuality of erotic pas de deux.

Magnificent hologyny,
     woman becomes by thy behest,
     sacred vessel of posterity, with honor ever blessed.


Details | Bio | |

YESTERDAY I CRIED

Why, Momma, why?
Was I not deserving 
of you?
Was I not good?  
Was I too frail?
Did you send me away
Because your own life 
derailed?

Why, Momma, why
Do I still secretly wail?
Asking myself what did I do so 
wrong? How did I fail?

What you called rebelliousness
Was the only way I knew how 
to stay strong sometimes, I'd 
stay up all night looking after you
Got banged and bruised so that 
he wouldn't hurt you

No one else did that
Isn't it true?
Did you ever think about my wounds
That was the only way I knew to
protect you

Instead of helping me 
You banished me through lies,
Stripped me from my home,
My siblings, my life

Withheld your love
Because I tried to take my own life
But did you ever stop and think that
Perhaps something in me wasn't right?

Why, momma, why?
Does your absence whisper in me
A forever sorrowful lullaby and
Although, I miss you I love you more 
each day that goes by

I forgive you wholeheartedly
Despite that yesterday, I cried
I wouldn't hesitate to wipe
The tears from your eyes if they 
ever again were to meet with mine


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Mind

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


Details | Free verse | |

A Lesson on Love to my Future Daugter

It will hurt like a tattoo guns sting
as the ink infiltrates your skin.
Your first love will be like a tattoo on your heart,
buried deep,
always remembering the blessings and pain he gave you.

Be with a person who fills you with fluttering hummingbirds
even after the first and second and tenth kiss
who drinks the nectar of your demons and sucks them lifeless.

There will be men who you think will carry you forever
but after so long of holding
your feet above the water
they will throw you down. 
They will not reach out a hand to pick you back up.
They will turn cheek,
kissless and forgotton.
You will stand with dirt palms
and fall back into his inferno.

There will be loves like this,
who convince you to prick yourself with safety pins,
the ones who carry guns on their backs
but never shoot to protect,
only to hurt.
The ones who drink all the water,
leave you parched in the desert of his mistakes
telling you that they are your own.
The ones who shoot arrows in your lungs
and you lye bleeding 
believing that the color of your blood is true love for him.
The hour hand will spin around the clock
too many times before you leave him.
It will hurt. 
You thought it was true,
but after the death of it
you will realize you deserve someone so much sweeter
than a bitter apple. 

Love the one who doesn’t cheat you blind,
but instead comes to you with truths in his wretched palms
and waits for you to
forgive,
but never gives up and never stops wishing that the past could rewind
that he could change the things wrong that he did to you.

Love the one who feeds your heart warm apple pie,
who cries in front of your children,
who drives them to school and hugs them when they get home.
Be with someone who doesn’t ask for you to change
but instead loves your mistakes
cradles them within his fabric lungs
breathes them in with a grin.

Love is an interesting thing.
You will be thrown out of a moving car to the side of the road.
Some will come running back to you.
Don’t jump back in the front seat,
just run
and run 
and run 
and run
until you find someone who buckles the seat belt for you.
Drives five under the speed limit,
takes things slowly and waits for you to be ready to accelerate.

Daughter,
I am here for you.
Remember me, the one who loved you first,
the one who will never stop loving you.
Come to me after he breaks up with you.
You can cry on my shoulder,
and ill wipe your tears with my sleeve.

Daughter,
Find a love who loves you the way 
that your father and I love you,
the way that your grandmother loves you.
Find a love who already considers you family.
Who meets you
and looks into your ocean eyes
and drowns peacefully into your heart.


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 | Narrative | |

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


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.



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The Young Gardener

She is learning young
Pure genteel pleasures of a garden
Amid the fragrant roses and towering lupines
That give the winter pardon.
Sweet feminine echo of her beautiful mother
She holds up her watering can
a tiny version of the other.

Now she mimics to perfection
The sprinkling of flowers 
as she giggles with delight
At birds in secret bowers.

She can't wait for the 'morrow
Her duties to employ
She is mother's little helper
And Daddy's little joy

For	Isaiah Zerbst -Gordon Dunlop Leslie Contest
http://www.pasionporlapintura.com/art-gallery/george-dunlop-leslie-painter/leslie-gd-the-young-gardener-oil-painting-reproduction/


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Surprise Factor

    (Why I'm Still Breathing)

When the cow was dry, she was compliant.
When she calved, she turned vicious
and no fence could hold her,
but she gave milk in abundance,
and Dad refused to sell her.

She chased Mother 'round and 'round the barn
until Mom panicked, climbed the corner logs,
and perched under the roof,
clinging like a cicada shell on a weed-pod.
Beasty pawed and bellowed until Dad came home.
"I could gain on her on the corners,"
Mother said, "because I could turn faster,
but she gained on me on the straightaway."

Plug-ugly tore through the fence,
into the garden, where Mom and I worked.
"Run, Cona Faye, run," my mother shouted.
How did she know? The cow passed Mother
and thundered straight for me. I ran.

At the fence, snorts filled my ears. Hot breath
steamed my back. I saw myself stomped,
pulverized into the dirt. I turned, screaming 
at full volume, and flailed my arms
like a windmill in a strong wind.
That old red cow locked her front legs
and skidded like a freight train on full brake.

I seized the moment, and scaled that rail fence.


Details | Free verse | |

I Want Not to Fade Away

My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.

I want to leave myself behind, 
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.

Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.

A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity. 

As long as I live, so will she.
I want that, 
when it's my turn to go.




Details | Rhyme | |

Little Yellow Socks

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

Little Yellow Socks
       by Amy Swanson  12/5/2008

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

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

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

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

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


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Daughter

From the very start,
I always knew.
You had a kind heart,
One that was true.
My values you would possess,
Taking with you every word I ever said.
With each new success,
You would move ahead.
I knew all along,
You would be all right.
For you are so strong,
With a future that is so bright.
How you have grown,
And become so mature.
I could not ever have known,
Just how much--that is for sure.
My sorrow will subside,
My worries I will put to rest.
As I look at you with pride,
And I wish you all the best.


Details | Free verse | |

Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


Details | Haiku | |

Pearls of Mother's Great Love

the pearls from your eyes are far more precious to me than any treasure your big sacrifice nothing more to compare with you’re my great hero I owe you my life mom, my heart melts when you cry your tears: pearls of love unconditional that’s the greatness of your love in you, I feel God mom, I’m so sorry sometimes, I make you lonely but you’re dear to me you bear all the pains pearls of great love on your cheeks every drop, I’ll kiss for I do believe you want only the best for me all your pray’rs and wish thank you so much mom those pearls of great mother’s love be kept in my heart you’re my only mom replaceable by no one comfort and best friend my ardent prayers may you live long in this world may God gives you strength March 24, 2013
Note: This poem was conceived both from the “Pearl” theme and one of my possible adorable picture themes of my latest contest, “Mother’s Love”- merged into one. It is also composed with the inspiration of all mothers in this world. You’re indeed the greatest heroes/heroines! I am so proud of you! I lovingly dedicate this poem to you dear mothers and friends! Big hugs to all of you! Of course, I include especially my loving/dearest mom who’s my greatest inspiration, refuge and best friend. This poem can also bring to us a message for this Easter Season as we remember Mother Mary who’d suffered much seeing her loving son Jesus Christ’s great sufferings on the cross at Mt. Calvary- a mother’s great love to her child indeed! HAPPY EASTER SEASON TO ALL! First Place Contest: Any Poem Goes Judged: 3/29/2013 Sponsor: My Greatest Poet and sis PD


Details | Narrative | |

Night Angel

They needed help
Walking alone in the dark.
The man.
The child.
A broken down car.
The child frightened,
But not understanding
The terror
That would soon
Come her way.
Her parents petrified
That their baby was gone,
Agonizing
Over forbidden images
That crowded their way
Past ice cream sundays
And birthday parties
And wedding days.
A passer-by.
A doer of good deeds.
He stops.
He sees.
He looks into
the little girl's eyes.
Bravely
The girl speaks,
"This is not my dad"
And the coward
who took her,
He runs.
He hides.
The passer-by,
Believing he saved
A child
From a long, cold walk,
In reality
Saved a child
From a long, cold death.


Details | Free verse | |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


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Silently She Weeps

Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.

Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.

1/1/2013


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 | Dodoitsu | |

White Wedding

Confetti flutters the sky
A bride dressed in pearly white
Footprints pave bright virgin snow
Steps to her future


Details | Personification | |

Pulse

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Daughter,s Story

Their tongues are laced with poison.
They stretch and crane their necks,
Trying to get as many licks in as possible.
Their rule is unstable, always shifting.

They licked the wrong person this time.
She had beauty and power in ways they never could.
Their lick did not make her scream out in pain,
It made her roar with frustration and anger!

She sat quietly, playing with the animals.
She was waiting for her mother’s return.
Her mother’s roar shook the very ground beneath her.
The sky turned a foreboding gray as she raced toward her mother.

“I will not stand for their ignorance!
I have stayed in this land for too long.
I will move to where their rule can’t touch me.”
The mother, upon seeing the daughter, smiled softly.

“You do not have to come with me if you don’t want to.
The choice is up to you, my love.”
With that, the mother went to her house to pack.
But, she will not leave until the daughter has made her decision.

“What should I do? The people here have been so nice to me!
I don’t want to leave them, but what about this ruler?
Do I really want to support someone with no sense to rule?
Maybe if I just live a quiet, reserved life here, I’ll be okay!”

Word had gotten around that she was thinking of leaving.
The ruler decided to try to use her against her mother.
“Why leave your MANY friends because of one person?’”
Out of all the works she has done, this is the only one they commented on.

They must think she’s stupid.
She never wanted to get involved,
But they are trying to force her into this.
They have over stepped their boundaries.

The announcement about her and her mother had been taken down.
After, an announcement was made indirectly saying that theirs were irrelevant.
She had enough of this pettiness and had made up her mind.
She is leave side by side with her mother.


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Passing On of Little Bee, Ojibway, Thunder Bay

Little Bee, Deaamoo, grandmother of the Crane Clan, lies staring. The light of 
winter’s first full moon falls into the room. Through a ghostly haze of tobacco and 
sage smoke, she sees her loved ones. One withered hand clasps a cowrie shell, 
mee-ghis, tightly to her heart and in the other she holds a small dreamcatcher for 
her youngest granddaughter Little Aamoo. Strands of gray white hair escape from 
her braids which trail down beside her bird-frail form touching the fringe of her 
parting dress. Her clan has been in the sweat lodge praying for her safe journey 
home, some appear red-cheeked; others are a pale as the shades of her 
ancestors.  It is the end of her days, a time for passing on.

Outside of the house near the fringe of balsam pine a circle of stones are laid, each 
one blessed and bringing an anchoring comfort to man, lodged between earth, and 
sky. The four directions are marked and her way west is clear for her. Soon, she will 
ask loved ones to lay here amongst the gifts laid for Pacugu, The Great horned Owl, 
near the spirit house.

The veil is thin now between this world and the next. The smoke branches upward, 
showing the way to sky world where Gichi Manidoo waits. The songs are being sung 
for her now. The Shaman’s rattle is crisp and clear. All about her is beauty. Drums 
keep the beat of her heart. They wait. Remembering one last story, she calls her 
family to her, she must leave them with all the knowledge she has. "Ah, what was 
that story? Well, that is not for you." 





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Since First I Saw You

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

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

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

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

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


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To My Angel Mother

I count my blessings everyday to have a mom like you.
You’ve always been there come what may, to lift my mood when blue.
You say that God sent me down as an angel just for you,
But really God let me choose, I swear to you that’s true.
I saw that we could always be there for one another,
And that’s why God sent me down I chose you for my mother.

I am the woman I am today because you raised me so,
You taught me well and helped me grow, and then you let me go.
You are my mother first of all, but now you’re my friend too.
I never strayed all that far, I like to stay close to you.

Our relationship is a special one I’m sure you would agree.
When I am needed I shall come, you can always count on me.
I know that you feel the same, I am always welcome home.
A warm embrace, a happy face no matter where I roam.

You mean so very much to me, you know that it is true.
I’d walk the very fires of hell, if that’s what I had to do,
To stay the ever loving daughter, and be best friends with you.


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Motherless

My mother believed kids should be seen and not heard
And that teens have no right to be sad
They contribute nothing, everything is done for them
What reason to be upset could they have?
She didn't seem to get that kids have feelings
And teenagers have more than most
It's no wonder I grew up emotion with no meaning
It's no wonder I grew up morose

Every day there was something else
Something that she would nit pick
Never could I do the right thing
I could never gain her acceptance
I was never pretty, smart or good enough
There was always someone better
And that is why I put her down
In the written form of a letter
"Dear Mother, you have never loved me
And I needed a mother's love
But it's too late now, don't even bother
You were no mother to speak of."
And with that I walked out of her life 
With absolutely no regret
Now I am happier than I've ever been
But sadly motherless


Unlike mostly all of my poems, this is based on real life. 'Nuff said about that, the poem says all that needs to be said.


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woman

I am the daughter of eve ,with the strength to create or destroy the world,but you nasty people
Judge and say me as a simple weak being.
Was born to be beautiful being but you made me suffer my whole life.
 During childhood,I loved playing with dolls  and with friends,
But you wanted me to do the chores so brother can enjoy.
He enjoyed all the pleasures and had all the fun,while I was in the
Hot sun,doing the work like a nun.
I worked like a donkey,but he had the turkey.
As he was the son, and I was none.
He had to read the books and I had the food to cook.
And there came a new man in life ,for whom I was wife.
He earned money and I was honey.
he had the authority and I was in poverty.
He was the ruler and I was the bearer.
All I wanted was the love ,but he gave me the stove.
The  days passed and the seasons changed,but my life hadn’t.
Designation changed from wife to  mother,nursing all the time .
Was split into  two by husband and kids,but the heart always 
Desired something else.
Kids grew and flew to new destinations. 
the heart does crave and yearn for love as it is stupid,as it doesn’t 
have mind to think,and it is  there only to feel.
I want to learn, read ,play and relive those moments which were 
Mine  but were snatched away as I was a girl.
But it is us, who make this world beautiful,peaceful and happy.
We are mothers, daughters, sisters above all we are human beings.
Treat us like fellow humans but not like slaves,then you will see
The more beauty of the world.


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Traces

One evening, much like any other striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose colored the clouds with facets of light tapering inward Traces of gold between each color as deep and clear as the sages A red sun overhead, grown weary with seasons, did not seem to notice that we were mother and child Whispering sounds of emerald breezes did not label me wise, nor her naive' We were two who walked equally side by side She lifted her voice, and spoke with an eloquence I had not heard before, and it was just as the twilight calls to the stars.... so that they will know just what to do Young spruces stood bolt upright, every twig stiff with interest, and with deep respect at her every word as if they were watching transformation in tandem, an exchange so delicately detectable That in one clinging moment, to the other, one of us was letting go of childhood, and one was letting go of the child Both of us looking to the sky for recognition I watched the sycamore shed beneath the load of spent yellow and gold Letting them softly go, without remorse while I did the same
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Where Are You Now

Where are you now, my baby girl
You came into my life and changed my world
I had you in secret because no one could know
To whom you belonged
Whose seed was sown
You had to be hidden away
So no one would find out
My terrible secret
The one that kills me now
I don't know where you are
I don't know where you've gone
I don't know how in this world
I will be able to press on
You have been gone so many years
You are an adult now
Unaware of your secret 
Not knowing my vow
My baby girl I miss you! 
Even though I have never seen your eyes
They took you straight from me
And told me it was wise
I wish I could have held you
Before they took you away
No matter what I will find you
And with me always you will stay


I have gotten so many comments to this end and I wanted to ease everyone's mind that this is not autobiographical. I wanted to sincerely thank everyone for their heartfelt concern, but there is no need. This is (for me) only a poem and has no bearing in real life. Thanks so much everyone!


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Missing Mom

Please please PLEASE
Say you recognize ME - 
My face, my name;
Please say you know me today.
Say you know me, so we can converse,
A normal chat, words unrehearsed.
No more who are you’s, or who am I’s,
No more confusion when I stop by
I miss you mom and you’d miss me too,
If just once, you only knew…



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Laid to Rest

Today I saw a daughter laid to rest.
A mother tries to heed her own advice.
Holding it in surely put her to the test.
She failed more than once or twice.
Her failing was no artificial device.
She tried, Lord how hard she tried.
She simply could not pay the price.
She cried, oh how the mother cried.

She was a fifth grade teacher, the best.
The kids all sought her out for advice.
Fifty Eight, so young but so blessed,
too young, to pay this enormous price,
too old to fashion protective gneiss. 
Her mother knew of this fierce pride.
Yet, she couldn’t save her baby’s life.
She cried, oh how the mother cried.

The building now full, still they pressed,
her former students, learning pain of life.
From one loved, who had faced the test,
and had not complained about sacrifice.
While a mother mortally wounded twice
who faced this when her husband died
hopes to God she will not see this thrice.
She cried, oh how the mother cried

The mother, paying the mother’s price, 
before her eyes could have fully dried.            
With more than enough love to suffice,   
she cried, and oh how the mother cried. 

For Catie's ballade contest
Feb 22, 2011      


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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?


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My God on Earth: My Mother

A heart that cries more than me 
in my pain. 
Whose congenial and benign teachings 
make me sane. 
A warm touch that dispels from me 
the gales of worry. 
Whose proximity ensures me that I'm 
protected by her under furry. 
A helping hand that always hold me 
whenever I'm about to lose. 
& my first teacher who makes me to 
distinguish between donts' and dos'. 
A voice and nothing more, an Angel 
who is entirely mine just after my birth. 
And she is none other but 'My Mother', 
The God on Earth. 
  
Although to define her in words is 
beyond my skill. 
Nevertheless I can say that her pace in 
my life, none can fill. 
She is the one who needs not a single 
word of me to understand. 
In my devastation, she is always there 
to provide effusively her hand. 
In the weariness of my life, with her, 
I may lose to be in link. 
But she ever remembers me whenever I 
breathe or my eyes blink. 
I can say that in search of heaven, 
I needn't to go anywhere. 
I would like to put my head in my 
mother's lap, as its only there.. 


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Harridan in a Housecoat

~Harridan in a Housecoat~ Four small children sent for care as their mother was taken so ill No father could they reach for them so they were sent off at someone’s will In the night taken from their beds, no word spoken, hearts full of dread Taken to a town far away and not knowing what lay ahead. A huge housecoat descended down like a crow devouring road kill At the side stood a henchman, pointed nose, dark hair, and vengeful Warning words left in theirs ears "be good or else there will be trouble" “No one wants you now you know, not your parents” she burst that bubble. The housecoat and the henchman dealt out their ghastly deeds To three of the children she vented her spleen, her willing helper dealt her needs The fourth child the baby, she showered with kisses and good food to eat She bought her clothes and dressed her well, and spoke to her words so sweet. The three all under the age of six did dread each and every night When scrubbed with scrubbing brushes, their skin looking red raw and tight. She had to get the scum off them because they were now in care It was obvious that no one loved them, that’s why they were there. Frightened and timid were the three, but the youngest was well looked after Jealousy did form in the minds of the three - it robbed them of their laughter The harridan in the housecoat with her willing henchman Thought up little tortures finding the Achilles’ heels in each child one by one. The housecoat and the henchman were in for big surprise When the father sent for the children, she couldn’t believe her eyes Bribery she tried on the siblings so the children would never tell But there is not one that would condemn her to her well preached hell. The housecoat and the henchman a mother and daughter no less A good churchgoing family with their holy pictures to bless Evil in their deeds of torture and of mental games The harridan in the housecoat and the daughter with no name.
© ~GG~ 6/08/2012


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Diary Entry

Daddy was… I don’t even remember but he wasn’t there
I don’t even remember why you were so angry
I got back home that night and my dog was lying in front of the garage
AT NIGHT in front of the garage!
I dial the keypad to get in the house but the door was locked and you took the key from its place so I couldn’t get in
I rang the doorbell
Knocked on the door
Rang the doorbell
Knocked on the door
But I didn’t make a scene
I carried my dog to the door on the fence, climbed over the fence, let my dog in and looked through the sliding glass door
You were asleep
I’m very happy for everybody that the sliding glass door wasn’t locked
I get inside and noticed you were passed out drunk!
The Grey Goose revealed it all
I kissed my dog goodnight, gave him a treat and BOUNCED 
With YOUR keys and YOUR car 
I’m so fed up I’m just SO fed up
The Bible says honor thy mother and father it doesn’t mention son and daughter
BOLOGNA if you ask me 
NO child begged to be a part of this planet!
What does honor mean anyway?
Webster says merited respect… okay so maybe it’s not bologna!
I canNOT stop replaying my past
You are still here!
You are from the past!
I have let go but when you dig it up and throw it in my face 
I pick it back up!
I try to be strong 
I really do and EVERYONE notices I’ve made great improvements
You’re one of the people who’s praised me!
I’ve been having these occasional fluttering sensations in my heart for the past few years that I’ve mentioned to you recently
I still haven’t gone to the doctor
Neither of us will forget that time I was crying on the phone to Linnel about the two guys raping my semiconscious body and you busted in my room and said, “I hope your p____ fall’s off”
I can’t forget that time I confided in you about an unusual discharge and you said, “I’m just gonna let you suffer…”
Thanks for eventually taking me to go get tested but why did you have to say that?
I felt bad enough

Very true, Mom, I don’t have any friends…
I’m not even sure if I’m in excellent health and that I’ll make it many more years  
Still, while I’m here
I just want to be able to help my people… somehow


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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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Mother

Joyful tears gently ran down your cheeks
as we are the same
Born unto a world I did not know
You being the one to hold me up still

You held me close, bringing hearts to meet
Oh, what a gentle greeting this was
feeling the love and tenderness you show to me
from inexperienced hands knowing exactly what instinct provides.

A more extensive love I cannot feel
for the most precious jewel you are to me.
Tremendous heart you show to me 
the beauty of what life can be.

You brought me up to being me.
Now proud, daughter to you.
A greater love can not exist 
as only love itself could love you more.

Priceless to me, most worthy you are
Most important beneath the stars
No more; 
worries, struggles and work,
for now I fill these shoes of thanks.
Tears rising from all that you've been to me.

Oh, the joys you have brought to life.
I love you more dear mother,
than these words could ever portray.


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For the Love of Judith

Judith must be punished for her unborn sins, 
and haunted by her unborn fears.
She will beg her powerless mother for that 
which the Sun and the Moon cannot give.
A trusting child tells with a momentary stare,
that she cannot wait to live,
Yet she cries and bleeds, pure and aware,
as the ghost of a dying God appears.

The smoke and fog of joy, on the barren hills
of promise fade away to reveal,
A clearing where a Mother and Daughter can
find truth in this awkward chastity.
The young women wearing colourful masks of 
bliss and happiness have come to heal,
While the dark and jealous crones paint black
portraits of pain and lay beds of misery.

Their betraying love is not real but mere glass,
that by hand has the face of a jewel.   
Their offering of hope and trust mean nothing
as they nail Judith’s hands to the stake.
The black vultures of torment, circle,
as the faithful put fires to the fuel.
 And her mother’s screaming and lone cries 
of anguish, leave none innocent in their wake.

Yet her tortured Mother who gave Judith her life,
smiles exquisitely, as they start.
Together they begin their secret flight, that
lifts them high above this tragedy,
As love and hatred both rip and tear,
at the soul like arrows into a dead heart.
In this painful and mysterious world,
there is no greater form of alchemy,
Than the acceptance of clear blue eyes,
the disarming smile of the condemned in fear,
And the tender sounds of assent,
that are being whispered too soft for some to hear.
Judith will be born tonight , leaden hearts will be golden and doubt will 
disappear.   


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Marble in Columns on Green

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

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

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

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

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

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


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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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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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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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Potawatomi's Beginning...

The story I have to tell- was told long ago to me, 
About the creation of the Potawatomi Nation; 
In the beginning the Creator made Anishabe, 
And the Creator told Anishabe to name all of his creations,
 Anishabe set out with a wolf, his companion, 
And he went around naming everything; 
From the mountains and the canyons, 
To the Summer and the Spring; 
He became lonely realizing, he alone had no mate,
 And as he traveled everywhere searching, 
He traveled towards the Great Lakes;
 And there he heard a woman singing, 
Her song was a thing of beauty, 
About the home she was making for them;
 Anishabe crossed the lake to meet her, finally, 
The daughter of the Firekeeper-And quite a gem 
Their’s was the first unity bond, It is where life came from; 
Of each other they were inordinately fond;
 Their union gave life to four sons,
 Each of their sons went a different way, 
The First son traveled North, it’s color is White, henceforth;  
Given the first gift of the Creator-sweet grass-braided in a bouquet, 
He married the daughter of the Spirit of the North; 
The second sun traveled East, into the rising sun, 
He learned that fire is the essence of life; 
He was given the second gift-herbs to speak with the One,
East is the color Yellow, East’s daughter became his wife; 
The third son traveled South, known as “The Way of The Woman”, 
The way of seeds and all that give life, the color of South is Red; 
He was given the gift of cedar-to purify and prepare food for his clan 
And to the daughter of the Spirit of the South he was wed.
 The last son traveled west, towards the mountain highlands, 
He learned that the setting sun represents the circle of life; 
Black is the color of West-Sage was the gift for his hands,
 Married to the Spirit of the West’s daughter, Black stands for strife. 
This is the story of the Creator, That my Grandmother told to me,
 How my culture was started, And what our banner means.

~I've been holding on to this a while-Hope you enjoy the beginning of my culture~

~3rd Place in the "Broad Horizons" Contest by Deborah Guzzi~


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Mother Of Light

You started as a droplet inside a shell, 
Warm, languid, liquid.
Now that safe harbour, 
Has turned you into a sea.
To create you, every wonderful thing I've thought, 
Every ray of light I've ever seen, 
Was harnessed in that single drop.
To nourish...to divide, 
Cell by cell
Pouring forward from me, 
Toward my ultimate worth.
I didn't know it, 
But until that point, 
My world had been flat.
You helped me peek over the edge, 
We looked into an unfolding universe, 
Then you jumped with me! 
A galaxy of light and giggles
Radiated through me, 
To get to you.
Spirit and Soul, 
Light and Hope.
You are so much more
Than an extension
Of my heart or limb.
I am, because of you.
You are, because of me.
Forever bundled in love, 
I get to be your Mother.


© 2012 
Ruby Honeytip


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Can You See Me?

Mommy can you see me?
I can bounce really high!
Maybe with some bouncy shoes
I can visit you in the sky!
I'm seven years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about a year.
I can't wait to see you Mommy, 
and your memories are near.

Mommy can you see me?
Oops- I failed another test.
But I remembered what you told me
and I tried my very best.
I'm ten years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about four years.
I really miss you Mommy,
and I wish you were here.

Mommy can you see me?
Dad went off on me again.
I slit my wrists to ease the pain, 
I have scars all over my skin. 
I'm fourteen years old now Mommy, 
you've been gone about eight years. 
Who are you anyways Mommy?
Thanks a lot for leaving me in tears...

Mommy can you see me?
I'm so glad I finally changed!
In accepted Jesus like you once did
so my life could be rearranged.
I'm sixteen years old now Mommy, 
you've missed the past ten years.
But I'll see you in heaven Mommy, 
and that helps me fight my fears. 


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God's Plan

All I can do is wonder. 
I'll never really know. 
OI'll never get to hug her, 
and she'll never see me grow.
When I wake up tommorrow, 
this nightmare won't be gone.
I'll never have what I took for granted, 
a chance to know my Mom. 

I know I shouldn't cry, 
because that won't bring her back.
It doesn't make up for the emptiness
or the love that I lack.
I'm almost grown up now.
I did it all by myself.
But I can't help but wish
I could be like everyone else.

I'm excluded from some "special bond"
and memories to be shared.
When all I ever asked for
was to have someone who cared.
The tearstains on my pillow
outnumber memories.
The only way I know her
is to see her in my dreams.

Daddy said she loved me,
but God called her home.
I don't know why he took her, 
the only Mom I'd ever known.
I guess he has a hidden plan, 
a reason I can't see.
I'm waiting for it to come together
and work out okay for me. 

I hope I'll understand some day
just what God has in mind. 
So no matter how much I miss my mother
I'll follow God's plan and be alright.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

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

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

               … Boot-Legged Mama

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

               … Boot-Legged Mama

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

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

               … Boot-Legged Mama

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

               … Boot-Legged Mama

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

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

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

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

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

MoonBee 

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Gone

As the tears fall down from my face,
I think about that magical place.
You took me there when I was young,
but that was before the pain begun.
You walked me down the road of life,
preparing me to be a mother and a wife.
You would hold my hand and say have no fear,
mommy's not going anywhere, I'll always be here.
But that was wrong and so were you,
you left me mom, what am I to do?
I've been told life goes on,
but it can't be, because you're still gone.
I pray at night to see you in my dreams,
but you're never there, just terror and screams.
How could this happen, how could this be?
The woman I love so dearly up and left me.
I go to the grave every afternoon,
I sang our favorite song, it was a nice little tune.
But since your gone I've changed some things,
about marriage and babies and diamond rings.
Those things are not important to me now,
I ask myself, how did this happen, when and how?
You let yourself go to that place in the sky,
but it happened so sudden mom, please tell me why?
You left me a note by your bed,
you wrote moments before you ended up dead.
Please tell me why you took your own life,
you were a such loving mother and a dear wife.
You didn't write much, just a few lines,
to tell me you love me, and it would be better in time.
But now that your gone, it's not better at all,
I just lay in my bed, I scream and I bawl.
To know what you done, it's too hard to bare,
I stand at your grave with a cold desperate stare.
You were a daughter, a loving mother, and a dear wife,
Why did you do it mom, why did you use that knife?
I wonder everyday, it's all I think about,
There's only one thing it could be, without a doubt.
You went to a dark place, filled with murder and thugs,
I know why I lost you mom, you could no longer fight the drugs.
You could have reached out and told someone before,
now it's too late, death has already knocked and opened your door. 
I'm sorry, so sorry, I could not see,
the reason you are dead is because of me.
I wasn't there to help when you needed me most,
Now I can't see you, not an image or a ghost.
I've answered my question, I just waited too long,
I know my mistake now, but it's too late, your gone.


Details | I do not know? | |

Your baby girl

teddy bears, baby dolls ,butterfly kisses i miss it all 
first word first bike first guy i ever liked
you were there through it all you helped me up after every fall 
you were the only woman i could love to hate  
no one else can ever take your place...
you always tried to keep us tight, you told me falling for the wrong guy would hurt 
 I'll never admit it but you were right.....
I've done some wrong broke your trust and lied you never let it show but i know u were 
crushed inside.....
I know i'm your baby girl but i'm not a baby any more you've got to let me live my 
life......
I've got to learn from my mistakes live for my happiness but being your baby girl is 
something we both will always miss......


Details | Concrete | |

Woman

                                          
                                           VVV
                                          I I I
                                       XXX
                                     EEE
                                  NNN
                                         P VV
                                     A    II
                                   S     XX
                                  S      EE
                                I        NN
                                O        F
                                 N     O
                                      X
               Vixen    doll
         B                 
         E
         A                  Hot
         U               Shot
         T            Mama
          I          Not Afraid
          F      At All
         U     To
         L      Be Free
         l         With             
        a          Her
        d           Sexuality
       y               Dangerous
      w               m  Curviest
      i                 a      Thing you’ve
     l                  k          Ever Seen
   d                 e              Self-Esteem
                      s                 Is higher than
                     M                  Mountains
                    E                     Love flows deeper
                   N                       Surges Greater 
                  c                          Than any river
                  r                            Emotions as unchanging as the sea
                a                             Modern Day
               z                           Super Hero
              y                          Working hard
           W                         Daily
          I                         To defeat
      L                      Sexual Inequalities
  D                  Worthy of stealing
                 Any man’s fancy
               Vivacious
             Sensuous
           Respect the
          Woman
        Woman
        Woman
       The Women
        In Our
          Society
           Please
              


[Dedicated to the Women, the strong, the brave, the merciful]
[The Mothers, the Daughters, the Wives]
[ the women who make up our lives]


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

She Died Right There Before Me

To me, she could've said anything
I wanted so badly to hear her say,
"I love you and I'm gonna try."
But all she said is "I just can't stay."
She looked away, I stared her down.
I needed to see her eyes.
She looked at me and that's when I knew...
THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.
She died right there before me.
I watched her fade away.
Her eyes were glossing over
as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!"
She said goodbye and drove away.
I've learned to deal with loss.
But, now she says "I'm coming back!"
She doesn't know the cost.
To me she's dead, she can't come back.
She'll have to remember the day
that she died right there before me
when she said she couldn't stay.


Details | Blank verse | |

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.


Details | Lyric | |

Mom

Mom, you are my role model
Raising me to a young woman, from a little girl
Step by step, day by day
You've done a great job, in so many ways

When I need someone, you are always there
I never have to doubt that you care
I can always tell you what i'm thinking of
Mom, you have my love

You raised me the best you could
Took care of me like any good mother would
You brought me in this world, guided me through life
Giving me the things every kid needs to survive

You righted me when I was wrong
many times you helped me stay strong
Like many mothers, you've tried your best
And mom, i'd say you passed the test

Raising four girls by yourself
Must have been harder than I could inmagine
But obviously you knew just where to begin
And for that i'll love you to the end.....


Details | I do not know? | |

My Reasons For Life

I loved once
I had children 
But they were taken from me
They were mine
I loved them and they loved me
I lived for them and they lived through me
They were my light 
Now they're gone.......
Taken from me as if i did anything wrong!
I am a waitress
They said i was too poor to raise children
But i survived
We never had the extras but we had what we needed
There were no name brands but they had clothes
There were no sweets but it rotted your teeth anyway
It was not a palace but we had a home
What we lacked in material we made up for in love
They loved me
And I love them
All we had was each other
But they were taken from me
They are gone
I am alone


Details | I do not know? | |

Special Friend

I know someone real special
Shows kindness and love from within,
Always there to confort me in time of need
Without a dought shes one true friend.

When my day isnt going so good
I know she is there for me,
Never puts me down a bit
But says by my side shell be.

We often would go for lunch
Shopping is always so much fun,
We stop for ice cream once in awhile
Course, its always secret from everyone.

But the best part of this friendship
Which still amazes one to see,
For it very rarely happens now
This poem's about my mother and me.


Details | Bio | |

Trying Times

Trying Times

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

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

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

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

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

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






Details | Rhyme | |

Once They Grow Up

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

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

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

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

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

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


" The last line should never have to be explained "



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


Details | I do not know? | |

My Little Girl

Pure gift from God.
Total unconditional, undying, unfaltering love.
Seeing so much of oneself in her grey eyes.
Sitting utterly amazed by her beauty...a smile that pulls at my heart.
Feeling her arms wrapped around me after a long day at work.
Tucking her in with hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Wishing for so much for her.
Having to nurture and love and support her so that she feels as empowered as I 
when she smiles at me.
The searing pain of her birth a distant faded memory.
Replaced by first steps, first words...so many things I feel blessed to have 
shared with her.
Just want to keep her safe.
Just want to keep her innocent.
Protect her from all pain, all let downs, all harsh lessons that life hands you.
She is my little girl, my gift.
The one to fulfill my dreams for a new generation.
The one that fills my heart with joy, happiness, and peace.
My little girl, my Esperanza.


Details | Free verse | |

your lies, my truth.

you tell me i am precious to you.
i am not your currency.
you tell me the circumstances are beyond our control.
but i control everything,
every breath,
every word that leaks from my mouth.
you made me this way,
shaped me from wax,
using knives and tears to make scars in my form.
you tell me you have loved me,
forever,
and until your dying day.
these words slither from your tongue.
you could never have loved me,
its not something thats easy to do.
you dont care what path my life takes,
you dont know what i have been forced into.
you dont want love,
you want control.
you don't want a daughter,
you want a follower.
i have accepted that i have no mother,
that i was created by life's sick fantasy.
i wanted to love you,
when there was still a chance.
so don't lie to me anymore,
don't tell me that it doesnt have to be this way.
it does.
dont thank god for me.
there is no god.
and i am just a curse,
because i hurt you.
you preach that you have room for me in your heart, that you think of me everyday.
and i think of you,
in the morning when i wake,
and in the night when i rest my head.
nothing can ever be easy,
or understandable.
in my heart, there are only cracks
and cobwebs where you might have been before.
it throbs and convulses, refusing love.
i couldnt love anyone,
not if i tried.
not if i wanted.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Letter to My Daughter

Ranee, you are an answer
To a long heartfelt prayer
When in my womb you stir
Your life I am aware

I promise to always love you
And teach you right from wrong
I promise to always see your view
And give advice to make you strong

Ranee, you are a dream come true
Joyful tears did flow
The very instant I knew
Inside me you did grow

I wish for you happiness
And pray that you find love
I wish for you success
In everything thereof

Ranee, my first born Baby
You bring me much delight
Know you can count on me
Forever each day and night

My hope is that you soar
In everything you try
That all your heart you pour
And your best you always apply

Ranee, I promise to support you
No matter what you choose
Just promise me that You stay true
To all your dreams and views

Love,
Mommy


Details | I do not know? | |

I am Here for you

When, life gives all you can take and the loads to heavy to take. I am here to 
lessing the load and carry it with you.
When, your days seam to long and troubled. I'll be here to shorting and make a 
happy day for you.
When,your nights are long and restless. I'll be here to fill your nights with 
tenderness and watch over you.
When, you feel your hopes and dreams aren't coming true. I'll be here to help 
make each one come true for you.
When, you feel no one really cares for you. I am here caring and loving you.
When,you feel your heart has no Love too give or receive. Look around , I am still 
here for you. 
When, life isn't with you by your side, I'll always be here for you.
When, every moment of your life is filled with pleasured and dreams. I was 
always standing here for you.
I will always be close to you for Loving you and filling each of your needs. 
Because, as your mother i will always be here for you.


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Diamante | |

Tiny Dancer

  

                         Ballerina
                         soft pink
                dancing, acting, performing
            Artist, musician, poetess, magician
              entrancing, captivating, giving
                       tiny dancer
                     Granddaughter

                   











Details | I do not know? | |

Grandchildren

B eautiful boy 
R ough at play
Y oung and curious
C uddly and loving 
E normous energy


GRANDCHILDREN


A ngel from heaven
L oving and loyal
I rresistibly  huggable 
A dorably cute
N eat and outgoing
A  pple of our eye


Details | Free verse | |

A Heart Stop Away

tiny lass who graced this world joyfully brightening her grandmother’s life less than 12 short years smile so angelic, it could crown a Christmas tree never seeking sympathy Joycie’s zest for life drew admiration leaving her gracious memory in her family’s hearts much we can learn from Joycie who never succumbed to self-pity each day, a celebration of life albeit far too brief her smile still shines in heaven glowing beacon in the night sky her grandmother finds comfort seeing Joycie’s face -- a glowing star
Dedicated to Joyce Johnson and based on her poem “Joycie”


Details | Free verse | |

Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!


Details | Bio | |

GRANDMA

DEAR GRANDMA, 
IT'S YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER,
YOU NEVER MET ME. 
OVER THE YEARS I PICTURE YOUR FACE IN MY MIND.
I IMAGINE YOU HOLDING ME IN YOUR ROCKING CHAIR, SINGING
A LULIBY SONG TO ME.
WITH YOUR SILVER HAIR AND WRINKLE SOFT TISSUE SKIN.

GRANDMA , REMEMBER YOUR SON, MY FATHER.
HE USED TO HOLD ME IN HIS ARMS.
TELL ME HOW MUCH HE LOVES ME.
HE ROCKED ME TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT
AND READ READ A BEDTIME STORY THAT
MADE MY EYES SLEEPY IN WONDERLAND.
I WISH YOU COULD OF SAW HOW MUCH HE LOVED ME,
A WONDERFUL FATHER I HAD.

WHENEVER I GOT SICK.
HE PLACED A COLD BROWN BRITTLE HAND TOWEL ON MY FOREHEAD,
 KISSED MY RED SWOLLEN CHEEKS AND
MAGICALLY, THE FEVER DISAPPEARS AWAY.

HE USED TO TALKED ABOUT YOU GRANDA.
HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU WERE.
A LOVING AND CARING MOTHER YOU WAS TO HIM.
HE REALLY LOVED YOU AND GRANDPA LIKE TWO DANCING DOVES.

GRANDMA,
I LOVED YOU AND GRANDPA MY WHOLE LIFE,
LIKE YOU WERE WITH ME THROUGH MY CHILDHOOD.
GRANDA,
I MISS MY FATHER SO MUCH.
 NEVER HAD LONG ENOUGH TIME TO SHARE MY LIFE WITH HIM.
I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO TELL HIM,
WHAT A WONDERFUL FATHER, DADDY HE WAS TO ME.

GRANDMA,
BUT I'M SURE.
SOMEHOW HE KNOWS I LOVED HIM DEEPLY.
HE DON'T  WANT ME TO CRY ARE FEEL SAD.
I HOLD HIM IN MY HEART EVERYDAY.
AND I KNOW HE WATCHING OVER ME.
I GOT ALL THESE MEMORIES GRANDMA.
AND MY HEART FULL OF LOVE AND JOY.

GRANDMA,
I CAN CRY ONLY HAPPY TEARS.
KNOWING THAT YOU ALL IN HEAVEN TOGETHER,
SMILING DOWN ON ME.
THANK YOU, GRANDMA  FOR BEING MY GRANDMA
AND HAVING A WONDERFUL SON, MY FATHER.
I LOVE YOU ALL.
SINCERLY, YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER AND DAUGHTER, ROBIN




Details | Prose Poetry | |

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


Details | Shape | |

Living For Chocolate in a Purple Sports Car

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to hold your lip stick,
I want to hold your lip stick,
I want to hold your lip stick.

Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me write a letter.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me release an album.
Now let me hold your lip stick,
I want to hold your lip stick.

Imagine there's no inflatable sheep.
It's easy if you try.
No photo frames in France,
Above us only newspapers.
Imagine all the people,
Living for chocolate...

You may say I'm a dreamer who gets the dream,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become lovely.

All you need is chocolate.
All you need is chocolate.
All you need is chocolate, chocolate.
Chocolate is all you need.

We all live in our purple sports car, 
Purple sports car, purple sports car,
We all live in our purple sports car, 
Purple sports car, purple sports car.

Oh yeah!


Details | Elegy | |

ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


Details | Narrative | |

A Red Christmas Bike

It had been two days since Christmas
The one where the fates had granted me my fondest wish
A shiny, red, Schwinn bicycle..... a basket in the front, and a bell to ring

On that cold December night, the sky was stained by the color of trepidation
I remember my young mother leaving her warm bed at three in the morning
rousing us all with calm haste

Deep red reflections seeped through the mud-splashed window screens
as she shooed us downstairs, down the raw-grained stairs, 
not tying her robe, pushing from behind with her two hands
out onto the back porch, into the frost of the wee, early light
Then, we stood and watched the fire from a safe distance, 
as it consumed our garage.  And, my bike.

From the frame of the doorway, and the top step's narrow slat
she enveloped me in her folds of chenille to keep me from shivering.
The cool of her hand on my shoulders,
watching my dad in his attempt with a hose
warning him to keep safe,
while sounds of sirens wailed in the distance

When I looked up into her face, with anxious eyes
I remember her soft, reassuring voice 
"Hush now, don't cry"
"We'll find another one, just like it"

Then, I remember looking down, at her bare feet
turning blue in the cold


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a mothers love

 a mothers love is stronger than all and she knows her daughter better than all 
a mothers love is never bitter and never vengefully 
a mothers love is always kind and there no matter what you do
a mothers love is forever a bond between a girl and her mother is always a strong on but it gets stronger as they grow up and it gets even stronger as the girl moves away calls and calls then less and less.... then you worried about the bond but no worries that's a bond that cant be broken nor replaced


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10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos

Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus

4142013


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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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I'm Going Home

,

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

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

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Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


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My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


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Did The Lord Build Your House

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


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Mom - You are my harmonious World

                       The poem is dedicated to my Mom..My bestest buddy ever..
                                         wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Mom - You are my harmonious World!!!! 


      MOM you are a beautiful angel who always had an great heart of making my problems simpler..just cant compare you with anyone in this world..You have been moonlighting in my life since many years..you are my shadow,you are my strength,you are great friend of my mine..thanks for being the bestest mom ever in my life..you struggled so hard for curving my career,u painted ma life with colourful rainbows,thanks for ur patience when I get panicked,you knw how to handle me..My life will be incomplete without you..I can't spend a single day without having thought abt you..you always shower with an unconditional love..you are the  mesmerised persona..who lime lighted my life..my world..Wish you a very happy birthday and happy mother's day too..Love you mummy..



wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare


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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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Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger






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A Mother's Quote

Mother's are most special
Their Tender Touch
And Loving Care
Is more than a Father
Could even Bare
Their Magical Boo-Boo Kisses
And Bright Sunshine Smiles
Takes every bit of Heartbreak away
Even across the Miles


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She will not be like you

Yeah true she might not be flesh of my flesh or a product of my seed, i may not have carried her in my womb for 9 months but that don't mean I didn't succeed. because  u will never be more of a mother than I've proven to be. U will never fill my shoes or be able to
 Walk the path that I lead. She means more to me then u ever would she will be more of a woman then u ever could. Although we will never have the same blood run through our veins or the same letters spell out our last name, that doesnt make me any less relevant, matter fact just the opposite because that makes me even more prevalent. The fact that I could take on this child with nothing handed to me but a barely empty baby bag but i did it all not for u but because I could never deny a childs innocence because of your stupidness, or neglect a childs needs, the needs that u never could even see. She too nieve to have been brought up any other way then protected and loved and i refused to have her stay wit u and suffer because u didn't have your head right too preoccupied with u and your loser mans life that u didn't appreciate the gift that god gave u in order to change,  u threw away the only life line that could ever save your name. If you had done right by her u could of claimed that title  but because the worlds drugs and games got the best of u, u will never be entitled. u will never have any rights u will never hurt this child. Because I would die before Id ever let your influence turn her in to a abuser a loser a liar, before she will ever be a whore a freak before u will ever bring her into a world of prostitution and cheats she will never follow in your steps and be so lazy, so your words on me as a person will never faze me cuz I know what I've done I've seen what she came from and I guareentee her life will be a clean one. You will have no part in having her follow in your footsteps by being used and abused by the same type of worthless men that you've fall victim to. Cuz u chose to repeatedly lay on your back and give all the power to a man, rather then have a spine that was worthy to defend. She will never succumb to the same objects of your defeat. She is worthy of so much more than u ever will be. And that's only because she learned how to be a woman from me! U will never be worthy of calling yourself a mother to the smart independent and strong woman, that she will some day grow to be because I take responsibility for that and I only have wishes that she is not like....but yet better than even me. That she never have any needs that she'd have to rely on any one else for, she will never live off the system in order to pay her bills because she will be a well developed perfectly capable and functioning woman living by her own means making her own rules. Cuz I made it all possible I've given her the tools to be able to go out in the world and succeed and never be used, know that she will surpass every bad decision u chose to do. Because after all her real mama didn't raise no fool!


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Gifted Hands

A pinch of salt, a dab of pepper, a spinkle of Mrs.Dash
Lets mix it all together
Gifted hands starting at the age five
Helping grandma in the kitchen all the time
Choosing to say in the house to learn all the ingredients
Instead of going outside to play hide and seek
Grandma always told me my hands are special,
You wait, watch and see what I tell you
Gifted hands is for certain people only
The miracles that you will be able to do 
Don't forget what grandma told you
6 bars of 10oz cracker barrel cheese, eggs, carnation milk,
seasonings, salt & pepper
When you put it all together, this makes macaroni & cheese
One of the gifted hand's favorite dishes
It will melt in your mouth like a piece of candy
Grandma always told me my hands were gifted
Now I cater for a variety of people
Gifted hands is one of my best qualities.

Nerrissa Jenkins
Contest-With these hands
12/17/13
Visual #2


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Mother, Grandmother, Guide and Friend

As a child, I didn't understand,
The love that fills my mother’s hand.

In a childhood world,
Everything is carefree,
Your eyes are wide open,
Yet you do not see.

In a motherhood world,
Things can get pretty insane,
Every day comes with joy and pain.

Teaching your child new things,
Dreaming of what tomorrow brings.

Leaving days of pig tales and nursery rhymes,
Loosing Seconds and minutes of these precious times.

Now, with children of my own,
Mother, your feelings are not alone.

Only now do I understand,
Feeling helpless to times demand.

Mother, I just didn't realize,
How I looked in your eyes.
33 years gone in a whirl,
Yet I know you still see your little girl.

I love you Mother.
More than you know.
I know it was hard letting me go.

My childhood life was wrapped up in you,
But my adult life holds something new.

Growing up so fast and free,
I felt your eyes always watching me,
I didn't have to worry,
Because I knew you'd be there.
Now my own children feel MY stare.

Never knowing that in my heart,
I feel the sadness awaiting their future depart.

For one day, I will have to say good bye,
Just as you did with my sisters and I.

But with this sadness, there is happiness too,
For they will always need me,
Just as I will always need you.

My childhood is over but my need for you will never end,
You are a Mother, Grandmother, Guide and Friend.


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Sharing with My Mother

The more I try to reassure my mother,
The more she suspects...

The concerns and cares I shoulder,
I conceal and collect.

Her ears keen to the notes I offer,
My anxiety she dissects.

Taking on more as I grow older,
Less her fear affects.

Understanding her and less eager,
I share all; she accepts, connects.


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Jessica McCord: Selfish Assassin

It was February 2002 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF No Way Out), that Jessica McCord and her then-husband, Jeff, killed Alan Bates and his new wife, Terra. Before their deaths, Alan "A.B." was in a custody battle against his ex-wife to have determined who'll have gotten full custody of their two daughters (born in 1990 and '92). The custody hearing might have taken place in November 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, WWF Rebellion, and WWF Survivor Series), but not until December 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF Vengeance), when the lady had spent that time in jail for skipping custody hearings more than twice. It seems that Jessica had disapproved of both of her daughters having the late Terra for their step-mother. the only two things that describes Jessica McCord are selfish and a coward. She selfishly pulled both of her daughters out of their respective schools, she hid them away so that her late ex-husband couldn't gain full access to them, and/or whatever. So, the fact that Jessica McCord had used her own daughters as a pair of pawns as if she's been playing a game of chess had made the late Mr. Bates, the attorneys, and Birmingham Police officers of Birmingham, Alabama, very sick. The lady, Jessica, was afraid that the judge would grant Alan and his new wife, Terra, full custody of the girls, so she and Jeff killed them; thereby dumping both of their bodies in a burned-down car outside Atlanta, Georgia (aka Hotlanta, aka Dirty South, and aka ATL). Jessica McCord may have tried to label her late ex-husband as a bad guy, but no one bought it, not even her in-laws, the prosecutors, and the judge. She knew that she and her husband were going to get caught; they knew it. And where is Jessica McCord as of February 2003 (WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown!, and WWE No Way Out/World Wrestling Entertainment's first 'No Way Out' pay-per-view event, ever)? She's in prison, along with her then-loser husband, Jeff McCord, serving a life sentence in prison with no possibility of parole. Ms. McCord should've gotten the death penalty, but that's the way the law works. And as far as the Bates family, the entire community of Birmingham, and the two daughters are concerned, prison is exactly where they belong. Well, it looks like the ghosts of Alan and Terra Bates will be haunting the two-then McCords for life. Let's hope that the Bates sisters don't suffer the same fate their father and step-mother did. And if I see the Bates sisters in person, there's just no telling.


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We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
 


______________________________________________________________________
5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.


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White ghosts in Granny's kitchen

it started for me and my grandma always 
on those rare  but special Saturdays
the grandmother and granddaughter festival of preparations 
for Sunday's after-church celebrations

the backing of the best  cinnamon-sugar -cake
grandma's and my quality time to bake
we talked and shared our secrets of life
I was even allowed to use her sharpest bread knife

just the two of us throwing remaining pounce  
creating our beautiful and beloved  floury gowns
laughing loud with tears all over our white faces 
and countless most heartfelt warm embraces

cleaning the antique black and green kitchen was another highlight
as well as the two missing slices for our well-deserved sneaky bite
grandma's great excuse: the cake broke into two 
our secret two-disappearing-slices-of-cake coup 

all those emptied flour sacks we could never hide
were  transformed into something itchy, white and wide
I wore them always with the hugest possible smile
despite and thanks to the formless but exclusive floury white-ghosts style

©Ellie Daphne

PS. She did not give me 'just' h e r recipe for this great cake but also her recipe for 
my life..................


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Healing Words

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


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Memorial Tribute

Mother you,
Mother you so beautiful your are.
Mother you,
Sweet mother you are to me precious.
Mother you, Mother you are,
Mother you are the world to me.
Mother your gracious, Mother you are.
Mother you have always been my super star.
Mother you, Mother you are.
Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.
Mother you I miss you so very much.
Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much.
Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you.
Mother you, mother you are to me.
Mommie you are, my mother you are. 
Mother I will always love you.
My Mother,
Peggy Ann Chandler.
You are you.

God Bless You
I will always miss
and love you.



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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


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A Strong Woman

A strong woman doesn’t have to have the body that only society wants.
A strong woman doesn’t have to run a marathon.
A strong woman doesn’t have to wear a size zero.
A strong woman doesn’t have to have marvelous muscular masculine legs.
A strong woman doesn’t have to bike up a mountain.
A strong woman doesn’t have to work out for hours to make her tough.

A strong woman has the look of confidence written across her face.
A strong woman still stands tall when she is full of sorrow.
A strong woman does everything at a steady pace.
A strong woman won’t be afraid.
A strong woman keeps her head held high.
A strong wouldn’t care about what she weighed.
A strong woman never gives up.
A strong woman through hard times.
A strong woman is always tough.

Working long hours to make money,
She still makes time to ask,
“How was your day, honey?”
Instead of having a tall, strong stance,
She goes crazy
And she does the Carlton Dance.

She will turn your frown
Upside down.
She will always be there to help you-
For everything you go through.
She will have that shoulder to cry on.
Always- dusk until dawn.

She gives you the clothes on your back.
She gives you the food in your stomach.
She gives you the shelter above your head.
Even when she’s hanging by a thread.

You may say your super-hero is Spiderman…
Batman…
Or Superman…
But my hero is my mom…
Because my mom is a strong woman.


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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!


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Rondelet: Yang be evil

Rondelet: Yang be evil

  for the continuously raped and hidden
     minors of India

Yang be evil
Yin acts with rash impunity 
Yang be evil
No power controls the Devil
Wombs despoiled in mad enmity
Innocence: raped humanity
Yang be evil

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012


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WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


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A Mother's prayer for her daughter

I want my child to be like me, in every single way,
No, I want my child to enjoy her youth and scream and jump and play,
I want her to defend herself in walk, in talk, in stance,
 But I want her to defend herself without using her hands,
My child, I want her to be smart like me, so she can control her heart,
Let no man come and insult her intelligence and then take her apart, 
I want her to be strong and brave so she can face hard times,
But I don’t want her to be afraid to cry at any time,
I want my child, my only child to live a holy life,
Not wallow in incertitude until the day she dies,
Dear God, I know this is too much, but please just grant me this,
I want my child, my precious child to be the very best there is.


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A daughters gratitude

Mom Thanks for.....
Planting my feet so firm on the ground,
and cleaning up my  mess which you found
 
Thanks for all  the times you wiped my nose 
and for all the times we shopped for  clothes 

Thanks for taking me to church,
and   being the living example of a womans worth 

Thanks for showing me how to tie my shoe,
and for making me smile when i was blue.

Thank s for teaching me how to ride a bike,
to skip and jump and swim and hike.

Thanks for all that you've done for me 
and filling my heart with the love it needs


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Mother

She is strong but also weak
with that beautiful smile
so graceful and meek
Her touch is soft
and her words ever so sweet
Never a dull moment
always bright and sometimes lenient
with a positive outlook
even when it's clearly out of the books
She wipes the tears, and forces the smiles
touches the heart
and never you dare cross her child
Mother, Mama, Mom, Mommy
the many names that she goes by
All quite fitting for the warrior inside
with the love giving and super healing ways
she never makes a mistake
Even when you thought she was wrong
give it a day and you'll realize exactly what she was trying to say all along ( you soon realize she was right all along)
She is the all knowing, all loving, super talented and magical gift from the God above


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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.


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My Daughter and Son

The world spins around so very fast;
Gone are the days of my past.

When I was young and free;
Nothing ever seemed to get ahold on me.

Then God placed 2 angels in my path;
My love for them covers my life like a hot bath.

Soaking my world in loves eternal flame;
With my 2 angels by my side,
Nothing will ever be the same.

The universe could cease to exist;
But my love for them will always persist.

There is no force that could ever undo;
The power of my love for the 2 of you.

I promise you, it cannot be done;
For nothing could ever come before a 
Mothers love for her Daughter and Son.


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Happy Mother's Day Daughter

I was blessed to give birth 
To my sweet little girl. 
I kissed your fingers and 
Toes and cute little nose. 


I rocked you and sang 
And wiped your tears, 
I held you and loved you 
All your young years. 


Now You're a Mother 
And a fine Mother too. 
I'm again blessed to help 
raise your daughter with you! 


© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong 


Note: 
I wrote this for my daughter, Michelle, who gifted 
me with my 2 and half month old granddaughter 
Carissa who I care for while my daughter works. 


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Final Adieu

Final Adieu

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

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college


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Sweet Mom

It began with a kiss of love
graduated to nine months of
mixed feelings which ended
in hours of horrible pains and
regrets.
In the sight of your babe came a
sincere smile of success.
You didn't know how strong you
were Mom.

No shock absorber could have been better.
You stayed strong like a giant Iroko tree
in the midst of turbulent winds of life
You are my hero mama.
You patiently carried on the tedious
job of nursing regardless of burdens
and pains,
Denied yourself comfort to make me happy.
Your baby I will always be.

Mummy you are sweet, tender
and loving.
You are indeed a blissful bridge to the paradise
I know.
Sweet Mom.


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Rules in the eyes of a toddler

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


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A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


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The Old Salt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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DEAR MOTHER

DEAR MOTHER

Dear Mother of all
Sweetest mother of all Time
Queen of the world of women
You never aborted me
You raise me with your hard earn
You teach me the way of the righteous
You Bless me with the blessing of your mouth
Who will I praise if not you
Who will I believe if not you
Who will I trust if not you
You that carry me for nine months
You put me to bed on the 17th Day of the Sixth Month of the Glorious Year
You breast feed me till I am fit for the race
You put together your earning for my first birthday
You work under the sun and the rain just for me to be among equals
I understand it is not easy in this part of the world
Yet you gave me a reason to live
And even though I heard I use to be stubborn when I a little kid
Yet your love for me never ceased
Memories fade me not of my past failure
You hold me close to you and whisper to my ear saying
"Foluso The sun still shine, you can still make it"
No wonder I am reaching my goals now because your Sweet words still live in me
Words are not enough to express how I feel
But I have to tell you this Sweet mother
Ain’t a woman alive that can take my mama’s place


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Mother, oh how I love you

                         Mother, oh how                                             I love you. You 
                  make me smile, when I                                   am down. You make 
               all the grey skies turn blue.                             You make me soup when
           I am sick. We have our special                         “mother daughter days” that 
       neither of us can share with anyone                 but us. You’ve helped me survive 
    in a house full of boys. You’ve helped me through the hard times that being a teenager 
      brings. And I’m sure that helpful hand won’t stop, Until it is unneeded. And I have a
       feeling that will not be for a very long time. For I will always need your kind touch,
         your loving kiss, your warm hug, and your gentle voice. I will always need your
             inspiring stories of your life and the things you’ve done. Of your very own
                 spiritual journey. Of the friends you’ve made a long the way. Of the 
                    many places you’ve been, and the people you’ve helped. Mom,
                      you are my best friend, my guardian angel, my comedian
                         when I need a laugh, my shoulder when I need to cry.
                           If there was only one person I could share my life
                             With, my experiences with, my every second
                               with, it would be you mom. I will always
                                 turn to you for words of wisdom when 
                                  I am in need. I will always keep my
                                     arms wide open, just waiting for
                                       the next warm hug from you.
                                         Mom I love you with all
                                           my heart, and I hope
                                              you never forget
                                                 it. You mean
                                                   the world
                                                     to me.
                                                       <3

** So this was my attempt at making a heart, I know it's kind of hard to tell, but it's the best 
I could do. **


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For An Abused Child

If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...

I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music

And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...

Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage

I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...

And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums

... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes

I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks

I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...

I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You

Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew

So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured

Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"

* * * * * * *

But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had 
A Loving Mom & Dad

And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad


            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady


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Mommy Why

 Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on.  So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me  to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on  in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother.  The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
    Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial  she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother.  She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat.  I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
    I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met  more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
 After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole  family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.


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Mother

You’ve been in my life from the start
Even though at times we’ve had to part
And it may not always be shown or heard
But when I mention love, it’s not just a word
It’s a million memories, probably more
A soft touch, a slammed door
It’s a quickly regretted fight
And thinking up an apology all that night
It’s the first hint of a proud smile
That makes the struggle worth the while
It’s a river, an ocean of shed tears
As you’ve helped me conquer my fears
It’s being grown and still holding your hand
Because you’re the one who gives me strength to stand
It’s knowing how to carry on once I’m grown
Because of all the love you’ve shown
And still needing you in my life
To help me make sense of all the strife


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If I Had One Wish

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


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My Mother's Daughter

She’s gone
I miss her so
And yet, I connect with her
Every time I touch a flower...
She’s there
When I read the classics
Engrossed in the pages of Lorna Doone...
She’s there
When I breathe in the pine scented air
Of the hills of Lebanon,
The land that she loved... 
She’s there
When I sing the alto part of the hymns she adored
Trying to fit my voice to her glorious one....
She’s there
Teaching me how to follow the notes
“It is Well with my Soul.”
When tears spill out of my eyes
In sympathy for another....
She’s there
Her sensitive soul pouring out from my eyes
When I tease my students and hug them tight
Trying to make them fall in love with words...
She’s there
The well loved teacher
When I write my little rhymes...
She’s there 
Still believing I'll be famous one day
When I drop something and it shatters...
She’s there
Worrying that the same disease
Will touch her only daughter
And turn her life to hell 
When I look at my black hair
Beginning to show the white
Thick and luxuriant...
She’s there
With a knowing smile
Happy she’s passed on her
Her crowning glory to me
Between the lines of the poems I write...
She's there
Her romantic heart beating loudly
ALIVE

She’s there……
She’s in me
How I wish you knew her
Before she was ravaged by disease
Before her spirit was crushed
And her smile became lopsided
And Yet….
And yet she didn't stop smiling 
Or reaching out to touch a loved one
But I had to hear her pray for death
The confines of the wheelchair too much
Unable to care for herself
Too ashamed
Having to have my father bathe, change, and feed her
Too much for the free spirit that she was
The one who had climbed trees while pregnant 
And smiled at the sun

I tried to heal her 
I prayed and I begged
Testing my faith
"In the name of Jesus...."
No healing came
No cure for MS
And I hid my tears, crushed
That this vibrant ray of sunlight
My MAMA
The one they called Sunshine
Wanted to leave my world in 
in darkness
I had to let her go
And it was only when I changed my prayer
And asked for His will to be done
That she fell asleep
And got the release she
So desired.

I miss my MAMA
I’m crying tears she cannot see
For she is sleeping
Waiting for the wake up call
Of Jesus whom she adored

My heart bleeds for my MAMA
Life is unkind
To take her from me
But I’m my Mama’s girl
An extension of her heart and mind and soul
A helpless hopeless romantic
Who loves the rain
And the wind in my hair
And Little Women
And singing
And LIFE.

Eileen MANASSIAN

I Thessalonians 4:16 - 18


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I Wish

I wish I would have been there with you
Throughout my whole life
Watching you get old and tired
Watching your hair turn white

I wish I could have been there with you
Those many years ago
When you fought your biggest battle
When you suffered so

I wish I could have been there with you,
Every single day
Never of missed a phone call
Never missed a chance to say, hey

You are the only person
That was always there for me
From the moment I took my first breath
You held me so proudly

And now I hold you on my breast
We shall never be apart
And when you gently close your eyes
You’ll forever be in my heart 


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.23.2014
Mother Daughter Relationship


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Raven's End

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

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

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

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

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


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


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New Life

Hiding in mummy's tummy, kicking happily away
 I'm kissing you warmly, clapping and singing in play
 They say in a few weeks
 I'll be able to kiss  your new cheeks
 I can't wait for the morning I'll lift you in a sway

(c) Nyonglema


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Beautiful Shelby

Having you so young made me a mother
My love for you compares to no other.

We’ve shared in heartache and we’ve shared in pain
But the happiness and love will always remain.

You are unique, you make me proud
The light inside you shines through a crowd.

Your hopes and dreams inspire me
Your souls so beautiful like the deep blue sea.

I do not regret having you
You’ve opened my eyes and made my heart true.

You’re wise beyond your years they say
God sent an old soul to show me the way.


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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


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Mother, Forgive Us

Mother,
I used to walk in dark places and know that I was safe.
Because I knew that I loved you.

Mother,
I have abused my brothers and sisters.
I have contaminated your purity with murder.
I have raped your daughters.
I have kidnapped your children.
I have brought your blessed bosom to the brink of destruction.

And now, even when I walk in daylight I do not feel safe.
For now I am aware of what I have been to you.
Worse than a prodigal, I have endeavored to exploit the very mother who nurtures me.
And now that I have worsened whatever imbalance was in you before I arrived,
I endeavor to flee you like a coward through the grace of an oblivious savior.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of water.
I have dreamed a dream of living water.
And in this dream Jesus, my Savior, told me that he was not oblivious.
And in this dream Jesus told me that he was fully aware of my crimes against you.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of fire.
I have dreamed a dream of unquenchable fire.
And in this dream Jesus reminded me that I was sent here to heal you as you taught me of manhood.
And in this dream Jesus told me that if I could not love you, my mother, who I could see, then how could I love my Father in heaven who I could not.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of air.
I have dreamed a dream of whirlwinds.
And in this dream I breathed in the breath of forgiveness and I realized that it was not too late for us.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of earth.
And in this dream, Mother Earth, I see you and us together, fighting for our freedom.
Fighting against the delusion that our fates are not eternally intertwined.

Mother earth,
Please forgive us.
For true, we have betrayed you.
But it is not too late.

Mother,
I promise you that as sure as my savior is in heaven we are going to make it.

Mother,
I present myself to you as a living witness.
The Lord has not forsaken us.
For within our DNA is the secret to your healing and the end of our insanity.

Mother,
Thank you for loving and protecting me, even as I raped and wounded you.
And now it is my turn.

“In the name of Jesus, the earth and all of the earth’s inhabitants are one mind, heart, and body.  In the name of Jesus, we are one person, one planet, and one purpose.  In the name of Jesus, the lion will soon lay down with the lamb and this beautiful sound, this sound of the sacred Gaia will know harmony!!” 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | I do not know? | |

Love will find it's way

            Love will always find it's way
 

     My mother would like to say,
     as long as your mind is open,
     you stay honest to yourself,
     love will always find it's way.
     Don't think to much.
     Don't dwell in the past,
     don't deny your inner beauty,
     accept it as it comes,
     You are one of a kind,
     look forward don't look back.
     Don't cry over a closed book,
     is over.
        
     Let your pain keep you safe.
     very next day will  bring new smile to your face.
     My mother would say,
     don't count on no one,
     but yourself.
     Surely love will find it's way.
     In a mean time live your dreams
     keep your arms and eyes open,
     so
     when love knocks at your door,
     you'll be ready to fly.
     
     when I think of my mother,
     her love and wisdom she shared.
     I am certain love did find it's way.
     So, din't give up
     and loose myself in past
      I don't think to much,
      I don't deny my inner beauty,
     as you,
     you are one of a kind,
     look forward,
     live in a moment,
     and remember.
     Love will always find it's way.


Details | Free verse | |

10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes

10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day she will arise to go to work 9-5 flipping burger's and dunking fry's.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day hold's a new surprise from those 10 little fingers 10 little toes and 2 little eyes.
one day shell realize 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes are not so little any more.
Those 10 little fingers get bigger and one has a ring on it.
Those 10 little toe's get bigger no longer barefoot a boot on each.
Those 2 little eyes no longer so little looking strait up the middle ready for combat.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Her 10 Little finger's 5 little toe's 2 little eye's finally come home.
and like I said 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes saved Their life.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Painful Thanksgiving Night

A Painful Thanksgiving Night… As I sit here this Thanksgiving night I can do nothing else but write. My family’s in the other room So, why do I feel all this gloom? When we arrived late last night I thought for sure I would be alright. Even though it took everything in me To take that 3 hour drive you see. Each and every time I come All I want to do is run. Run away and never turn back A family bond I sure do lack. A mother’s love is what I crave But a hug and money is all she gave. My sisters and I we try and try To understand mother as the years go by. But nothing about her ways makes sense She’s cold and hard and always on the defense. Through the years she’s done much wrong But the love of my mother I still do long. Though the bad memories of her will never erase I prayed through my kids they might be replaced. Maybe they would chase away her pain And my love for her would not be in vain. When they’re around her it’s clear to see There’s nothing left, no mystery. Who she is; is what she’ll be All I see is a repeat of history. A history filled with hurt and pain To protect my children I must break the chain. This chain has bound me in so many ways It almost claimed my life - on several days. Lay


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A Pink Ribbon

You wake up to your mother’s loving voice.
She has a gift for you that she knows you’ll love.
You close your eyes and hold out your tiny hands.
You feel something soft, but cold to the touch.
At the sight of it you let out a squeal of delight.
A pink ribbon.

You wake up to your piercing alarm.
It’s your high school graduation day.
You notice your mother smiling in the doorway.
She has a gift that she knows you’ll love.
Eyes closed, you feel a familiar sensation around your wrist.
A pink ribbon.

You wake up to the soft sound of weeping.
You find your mother downstairs, heartbroken.
She was clutching two things in her hands.
The first was a letter from the hospital.
You saw the other and knew it could mean death,
A pink ribbon.

You wake up to a methodical beeping.
You’re in a hospital room with your mother.
She runs a hand over you shaven head.
She has a gift for you that she hopes you’ll love.
Eyesight blurred from tears, you know that feeling.
A pink ribbon.

You wake up to your mother’s loving voice.
Someone’s at the door for you.
At the sight of them let out a squeal of delight.
The march has come to you!
Every person has what you love.
A pink ribbon.


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A Mother To Me

I can't imagine being here
Without you next to me
You've made me who I am today
I don't know what I'd be

It's hard to think of where I'd start
To say how much you mean
You've showed me life you've made me grow
A shoulder where I lean

I know I'm not an easy one
But we still made it through
Cause when it comes to raising me
There's nothing you won't do

Everything you've done in life
I just want you to know
I've never been so proud of you
It doesn't always show

You dedicate your world to me
You couldn't give me more
You wipe away the tears I cry
You pick me off the floor

If I grow up to be like you
I know I will go far
You've always made me be my best
But that's just who you are

And everything you've always done
I know you will provide
A hand to hold, a mother to me
A best friend by my side


Details | Classicism | |

My Weakness made perfect

As we have all come to know and accept
That within certain parameters we find ourselves trapped
It’s either you’re stuck with wearing pants to rule and impress
Or socially considered inferior and wearing a dress
Well, I for one, fortunately belong to the latter
However, at the excruciating sensation of being perpetually overlooked, I shudder

For I know my worth exceeds that of just another fine lady
A woman who ignores harsh Reality and hides behind a smile, looking dandy
A conformist, being looked down on by what is called a man
So from this awkward position of helplessness, to remove myself without delay is my plan
This feeling of constantly being emotionally and socially dormant
Exhausts me – utterly drains my energy, to be used as a dusty doormat

Then carelessly, I am cast into a sea of vulnerability
Viewed by society as a mere object of instability
I, being of greater value, will remove myself from behind Male’s shadow
For I refuse, the social norm of this world, to follow
Even though seen as nothing, for myself I have respect
And to the world, my greatest strengths I shall reflect

Because I possess rare beauty that goes deeper than the skin
So onto my strengths, I shall trustingly lean
Where man exhibits his pompous ways I humbly outshine
For I am a woman of worth and that, the beauty in me shall always define
As a woman, I am made perfect in my weakness
For I thrive, where man tries his best to impress


Details | I do not know? | |

i am my mother's daughter

i am my mother's daughter 
a little bit flighty
kind of a tomboy
feminine and ladylike
when you want to be
counting on my hand
the times i saw you in a dress
or put blush on your cheeks
and reddened your lips
or caught you at your very best
i must confess
i like you better laid back
in comfort
in a t-shirt and jeans
and the way you're always
happy and laughing 
at the funny life you've seen
or the way you smell
of double mint
old gold cigarettes
jovan white musk
puts me in a nostalgic
angelic spell
and how we started out rough
but stood strong and gruff
because old mule skinnin'
grandpa jean
built you tough and
gave you a streak of mean
and you with little kylie marie
brings pools of old
thought forgotten memories
of you and me
in a little wagon red
telling me stories
before time of bed
tugging loose your hairs
of grey mixed with
blonde and brown
that grew on your head
when your hair was still long
and mother lets 
always keep with us
the hurts and sorrows
you made me discuss
after school,
when i cried and weeped
long sobs hard and deep
but you always gave me hugs
that helped my carry on
even when i knew
i did not belong
put myself together
when i was a mess inside
wipe my tears away when i cried
all the times i fell down
you picked me up
you brushed me off
dragged me to a safe place
no matter what kind of disgrace
i've brought upon you
you've tested true
showed me the good things i can do
thank you mom for the life you gave me
fought with me and for me
the way that you raised me
and made me
accepted my quirks
and how in so many ways
we are alike and different
but more the same
i am your daughter
and proud and glad it's true
a little flighty
with a tomboy's grace
pretty green eyes
and heart to match my face
soft feelings i can hide
with my tough irish pride
all i can do is say thanks
for doing all and everything it takes
to make me just like you
i am my mother's daughter
so proud and glad it's true!
love you momma
cheer up, this too shall pass
your daughter,
jenny lynn


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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 | Free verse | |

My Darling Girl, My Black-Eyed Susan

My Darling Girl, 

your big dark eyes  met mine

against your pale skin and yellow hair

this name sang in my heart, Susan,

my Black-Eyed Susan.

A wild flower you’ll be, you’ll be a

kind friend,

loving wife,

strong mother,

sweet grandmother

and always you’ll be

my darling girl, my Black-Eyed Susan


Details | Free verse | |

EMMA

Up in that old attic are an antic Raggedy Ann Doll and a rocking chair well used by my grandmother.
Grand she was and as great as she to be; she instilled value and principality.

Up in that attic is an old Raggedy Ann Doll and an antic rocking chair my great grandmother rock from.
Short in statue but tall in her stance, my great grandmother guidance departed wisdom.

In that attic is all kind of memories of how my great grandmother and I loved each other as family.
Friends bonded and she as a life-long mentor, in that old attic resides expressive art.

In a far corner that was east to the sun stood a portrait of my great grandmother.
Knowledgeable was the face with eyes of hazel brown painted at the age of seventy-five (75). 
The reminiscence of youth is a mural seen as I sat down in the rocking chair thinking… (“Mama, let’s read The Bible together.”)   

In this old attic is love unknown because of the time I had with my great grandmother before she was beacon home.


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To my daughters

To my girls
I want you to know
That I see you
As equals on every level
Not just my daughters
My little pink princesses
I see you as young women
Powers within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn.

Live your lives
As though I was still with you
Be free and fearless
For you can see
Life is so short
Take all opportunities
And shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
And I will be watching over you
Be good to one another
There are only two of you
The strength between sisters
Is a bond for life.

Your analytic minds
Will help you make good decisions
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating hearts
Will gift you many friendships
Maybe special love
All in good time.

You will never be alone
For you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With my passing
Your feet firmly planted
Will serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs
because that's how life is.
Always be true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
Do not mourn my death
I am not going far away.

My illness has progressed
My time is nigh
There is a greater plan
One we cannot see
But we have had a great life
As mother and daughters
Our journeys together
live on in our memories.

My loves
I will hold you safe
In my heart
Now and forever
I will always be with you.


Details | Bio | |

Momma Dearest

"I shall be telling this with a sigh"
Robert Frost,The Road Less Travelled


Momma told me there would be days like this
Then she would hug me and give me a big kiss
She always made everything seem much better
All it ever took was her warm hug and a big kiss

I miss my momma so very much today
I need a warm hug and big kiss from her
My world has been upside down for days 
I would give anything for her hug and a big kiss


Written by: Carol Brown
Entry: "Give Me A Kiss, Mommy" contest
Written on: 10/12/2011
3rd Place Winner


Details | Rhyme | |

We Need To Honor Our Parents

May We Honor Our Parents…

I know of many parents who tried their best to raise their kids.
Many of their hearts cry because of how their children live.

There’s many who’ve tried to teach their children God’s holy ways.
What was taught, seems to be lost…  In a matter of days.

Many parent’s pray for their children’s lives.
Many of their children choosing to live a life of “lies.”

Scripture says to honor our parents, 
that our days may be long.
But any kind of honor to them…, 
Many feel doesn’t belong!

The advice and warnings from parents 
seem to be ignored.
Many of their children say they’re 
“too old fashioned and bored.”

There’s a message for the young people that needs to be clear!
You need to honor your parents! 
 One day they shall “disappear!”

God gave us the parents we have, 
whether we accept this or not.
We need to think about the things that our parents taught!

May we seek to live lives that will bring honor and grace.
In our hearts, may we keep our parents in a “special place!”

May we share from our hearts, the love our lord has given!
May we share his love while
 our parents are still livin’!

The love we can give our parents is a treasure untold!
The gift of having parents is more precious than gold!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Free verse | |

i only wish

                                                              she's beautiful, 
                                                         with hair dark and deep.
                                         i imagine me running my fingers through it.
                                                    i imagine kissing her cheeks.
                                                         ive wanted her forever.
                                                           i need her right now.
                                                            but she's like a bird
                                                      nobody can tie her down.
                                   i wish i had her with me. so i can tell her these things. 
                       and i also wish i could tell my mom, who would be so disapointed in me.
                                      i only wish i could come out and scream to the world.
                                                "I DON'T CARE I'M IN LOVE WITH A GIRL!"
                                                 i only wish that my mother could see, 
                            that even though i might be gay, i still want her to love me.
       so tonight ill call her, my lover (if that) and fight with her when she ccalls herself fat.
                                            i laugh along with her, and talk about her day.
                       then my mom will burst through the door crying. then i'll tell her, im gay.


Details | Ode | |

My Princess Growing

Started off so small
Growing so tall
Put Smiles on my face
In my head its Amazing
Grace
Hoping you won't be a static
Changing in every great way 
Its because my princess growing into
A queen

My queen you give me hope
and pride
Dignity and self efficiency you
will be someone Great I owe
it to GOD he gave me a princess 
growing into A queen
You are my light shining when 
I'm in the dark 
You make me not 
want a father not need one
I got you my princess
Growing into A queen

I'm going to raise you right
Tell you everyday how beautiful
you are 
You don't need to hear it from a 
man 
You are my princess growing
Into a queen thanking you for
Giving me hope and pride to
Succeed 

What would I do if
I lost you, God forbid
that come true
Your my life when
there is no hope
You give me strength when 
There is no time
Princess don't worry you won't 
Lose me to drugs,prostitution
Addiction and Eviction 
I'm here to stay 
Because my princess
Growing into a Queen
I will make Great decisions 

Mianna you are my Princess 
Growing Into A Queen
 


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Mother

My Mother

Oh mother!! You are such a blessing in my life,
That I hardly ever had to bother,
to share my feelings with nother.
                        You gave me 2 sisters one after the other,
                       And have done every little thing to make my life smoother,
                      Always gave me strength to put my shattered hopes together.
Life would have been harder,
if you were not standing by my side.
Your efforts never let my dreams fade,
even with small-big mistakes I made.
                                         When I was trying hard, you were trying harder
                                          clearing my path off any boulder.
                                          Every time I cried, giving me a shoulder,
                                          Every time I lied, becoming a scolder.
       
Tough conditions on the path of truth and honesty,
With time and people often making me cynical,
Many a times drove you to become self-critical,
But you never failed to understand my pain,
whether it was emotional or physical.

                  You put your interests on back-foot,
                  So I could pursue mine.
                  I've seen you make sacrifices so that your kids could always shine.
                  I’m sure GOD the ALMIGHTY has created only one such mother,
                       And she’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine.


Details | Ballad | |

I'M SORRY MAMA

I'M SORRY MAMA

Growing up I remember coming home,
  A little past the time you told me to,
A little late, a little scared all the way home,
  Thinkin' of a lie to tell you,
Knowing anything I said you weren't,
  Gonna believe me anyway,
I didn't want to disappoint you,
  Guess I was ashamed more than afraid,
I'm sorry Mama,
  I've always let you down,
When you're dreaming and you're sleeping,
  I'm writing all this down,
The devil keeps me awake,
  Sometimes for days on end,
But he can't take away my thoughts of you,
  My babies, my paper, and my pen,
I'm so sorry Mama,
  But mama will you make me just one promise,
Watch over them and the first star in the sky,
  Remind them to make a wish,
Mama just one more thing,
  For the little angels who lost their mommy,
Please be to them, what you were to me,
  And please tell them, I'm sorry Mama.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

WORLD WITHOUT WOMEN www

Have you ever imagined the world we live without women?
It is like a lung without some oxygen, agonizing and inevitably dead,
A face never with a smile, boring and unfriendly.
A cup of tea without some grains of sugar, bitter and foul,
A pool without some water, dry and empty,
A good ride on a bad untilled road, rough and uninteresting,
The earth without some drops of rain, an inescapable famine,


But how come with the great number of women on planet earth?
We still live to cry as a reggae legend sang “no woman no cry”,
It is because they permit evil as much as they permit good,
Gullible and instrumental in the hand of the wicked ones,
Ugly and nice, beautiful and dangerous,
Cunning like serpents, deceitful like chameleon,
Holy but liars, having a form of godliness but highly ungodly,
Lovely like little puppies, sweet like bees honey,
Women, an invincible force in our our world today.

(c) 2010


Details | Free verse | |

Sweetest Sound

I'm very young, mother reads
her voice leads my imagination
romantic, fantastic
sweet, like cake
 
I'm twenty-eight,
hold my son and read
familiar poems, tales
from an orange book
 
echoes


Details | Narrative | |

Mother

I am alive today
Because of you.
Death has knocked at my door multitudes of times and you've been there to scare it away.
There is no one else that means as much to me as you do.
You may never read this nor ever know the Honest truth.
The peices of me that've been broken you've found a way to peice back together every time.
You taught me how to smile, to love and to cry.
You have fixed every broken heart every cut and bruise.
I love you more than you'll ever know.
When the pain is too much for me to explian you were my shoulder to cry on.
Whenthe darkness creeps in on me, you are my light that shines it all away.
Dear lady of peace you took me from a broken home and abuse, gave me reason to be happy and watched over me through everything. 
When I had given up and was letting go of my life you were there to keep my heart beating.
Deasperatly alone I've felt but you came through with a hand to hold.
No one understands me like you.
Please know that all the times you've helped me see, that this world isnt as cruel as i think, still sticks with me.
As I walk this road with the sun setting I can see you laughter in your eyes. The smile that touches you face. And i am content with life. All I want is for you to feel joy.
You may not be blood, but you are more than that. I love you more than you could ever know mom.
You will always be my Mom my best friend and the person i trust most.


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BEWARE

*****BEWARE ~ reads the file***** Love struck mothers in denial while the Pedophile robs the innocent child Lay


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mother kissing

clear sky
shadow in a desert
mother kissing


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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.


Details | Burlesque | |

Suburban Spring

Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
				Confused and intrigued, 
		with a slight urge to pee.

	The father cuts grass, 
			like a sleepwalker.
		(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
	A six pack later, 
			he starts washing his car.
		(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.

	The mother kneels in dirt, 
			tending the garden.
		(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty.  (Figuratively, at least.)
	A sunset later, 
			she cooks family dinner.
		(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.

	The son plays war games, 
			dying for fun.
		(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
	A full pitcher later, 
			tweaking on sugar,
		(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.

	The daughter makes a picnic, 
			inviting her toys.
		(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
	After the tea time, 
			she's off picking flowers.
		(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)

		They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
		They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."  
			(And proceed to stuff their face.)

	The dog sits by the boy - 
			Loyal and true.
		(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
	After dinner, 
                     he offers to help with the dishes.
		(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite.  The dog is not surprised.

	Bedtime comes soon after.  
			The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
		(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
	After tucking them in, 
			the parents watch TV.
		(Or maybe they just dream they do, 
					sleeping in its glow.)

	The dog is changing channels, 
			looking for a better show.
				Confused and intrigued, 
		he pees on the carpet below.


Details | Ballad | |

ESPECIALLY FOR MAMA

Nine solid months of changes, you carried me
While I am in your womb, You take care for me
Your shape, I unshaped
Your stamina, I weaken

With every food you intake, I partake
With every emotions, I feel you too
With every movement, we both sway
With everything, together you and me

Mama, That I used calling you
Eight to how many hours you labor
That I do not specifically know now
All I know is that you love me so
(Mama, I love you too... )

Together, we go to window shops
Guiding me you never ever stop
To my heartbreaks, you, ready to mend
To my winnings, kudos, you always send

I love you my dearest mama!
Though I don't tell you this much
Evermore to your every touch, 
I am so deeply attach!


By: 
olive_eloi
12:22pm
02/04/2014


Details | Bio | |

A Man Stood Part II

A Man Stood Part II Story/poem A man was standing by his window on a cold winter day. He was thinking about his past, when a phone call came. It brought him back to reality. He answers and says hello. the other voice says - hello, are you Ben? He says - yes, but who are you? The voice said - before I answer. I have a question. he said - alright. Are you married? He said no. The other voice said - I'm the blast from your past. For a moment, he stood quiet, than he asked - are you my Lucy? The other voice said yes I am. Suddenly the past has come back to hunt him. He reflexes for a moment. Then he asks - where is my daughter? His memorey has not left him yet. He remembers that he has another daughter. many questions he had. He wanted to know many things. He found out that he had grandkids. His daughter was living in another state, but his grandkids were very close to him. He got to meet the oldest granddaughter and her kids that day. He got to meet his daughter two months later. All was going well, until he found out that his daughter was not the perfect child. Their relationship did not go well after that. Of course the mother was to blame. she had not raised her daughter right. The mother is always to blame. all I can say is that we do what we can in life. I got to see him seven months later, after I found him. It had been forty years. A lot can happen in forty years, people change. He looked very different. He said that he had loved me a lot. The thing is that he had a strange way of showing it. The relationship with his daughter is not good. She don't talk much to him. He still lives alone. I got to meet his cat. He never again got married. He now has plenty of time to think. We don't know what the future holds. All I know is that this is not the end. Life brings us many surprises. When the past comes back to the present - what do we do?
01/07/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo. To be continued


Details | Tanka | |

No turning back

A Mothers Meditation

I taught her better.
I didn’t want this for her
She’s followed my tracks
Look at her, life is ruined
She knows not what she’s done


	The Daughters Disposition

	Wow, what did I do?
	I can’t bear the pain she flaunts
	Her disappointment…
	Stings… like a swift kick inside
	What on earth was I thinking?


A Teen Dad’s Train of Thought

Did I? I didn’t!
It wouldn’t have felt as good…
She took the pill right?
What if, she was with other guys?
What do I tell my parents?

"Studies and surveys of young teen males show they are worried the pleasure 
experienced during intercourse will diminish with the use of a condom."
Source: http://www.pregnantteenhelp.org/statistics/teen-condom-use-statistics/

©
All rights reserved
Contest: Mom, I’M PREGNANT!
05/19/2011


Details | ABC | |

please (by kimmy holmes, my daughter)

mom
love you
need you
please
love me
need me 
too


Details | Rhyme | |

Sweet Emily

God sent an angel
down to me,
someone to love
unconditionally.

She is beauty
and full of grace,
a gift that I
could not replace.

I never knew
that I could feel,
so much love,
it seems unreal.

I want to hold her
everyday,
and keep her safe
in every way.

Every time
I look at her,
there is no doubt,
that's for sure,
that God and heaven
do exist,
on this fact
I must persist.

Because His love
was sent to me,
through my own
Sweet Emily.


Details | Couplet | |

I NEED A MOM

I need a Mom who's always there
Someone to care,
Who loves to play
Will always stay.

A Mom to mend my broken heart
Give a fresh start,
Who holds my hand
Gives strength to stand.

I need a Mom to find me here
To make it clear,
I'm not alone
Please take me Home!

A Minute Poem


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Juliet

O, my dearest, my dearest Juliet,
One day your beloved will come for thee,
Sweetheart, please do not cry and do not fret,
Dearest one, he loves you, do you not see,
My sweetest daughter, I heard your heart's plea,
For a gentleman to come take your hand,
Your every wish was always my command.

You stood there weeping on the balcony,
Your golden hair reflects in heaven's rays,
Your blue eyes gaze upon the rolling sea,
My sweetest, it will be your grandest day,
When he does come to carry you away,
Your mother still loves you, do not forget,
O, my dearest, my dearest, Juliet.







Written by: Kelly Deschler    February, 8th, 2014

motifs: fiction & romantic


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Written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "Juliet"

Inspired by the painting, "Juliet" by Thomas Francis Dicksee
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This was also inspired by my mother. 
Because, she is always concerned about my happiness.
Thanks for caring, Mom. Love always, Your "Juliet"


Details | Free verse | |

My Angel

I kiss her goodnight, two months to the day, and prepare the van, for an overnight stay.
The plan is, a family trip to the shore No thought of regret, can't open that door
Hours had passed, when I heard my wife's cry, I rushed to that cry, so to nullify
The fear in her eye's, I saw from the door, directing me toward, the horror she saw
Then I'm inside, on my baby's right side, I see she's blue, and I know what to do
The soldier inside, is trained to save lives I pumped her chest, and gave her my breath
I got on the line, all while keeping time, rescue arrives and, I hear SHE'S ALIVE!
We fly outside, to follow her ride, lights flash emergency, on the outside
There is no time to spare, when we arrived, we rush through the door, to be by her side
I Pray that my daughter, fought and survived, no words spoken, I can see from Doc's eye's
My heart hits the floor, and breaks deep inside, facing my wife, I can tell her no lies
We dropped at the door, our daughters no more, for she didn't survive, this ambulance ride
Now she's our Angel, we know this inside My family now four, will have to abide For picture frame contest


Details | Lyric | |

Why Daddy Misbehaved

I went down to the graveyard 
just to see my daddy's grave.
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
They say it was the whiskey
made my poor daddy misbehave.

Momma used to hollar, 
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
Momma used to hollar, 
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
But daddy he was quiet, yes
He was quiet as a mouse.

Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live, 
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live, 
He was just a low-down daddy
getting good at telling fibs." 



Details | ABC | |

you dont listen

you think I got listen to you, 
you just my kids father,
there noting between me and you,
it seem the words take you back to court is your favorite words,
get this Sheena Shenia Jackson isn't scare of no court system or even you,
its just a word that is there, 
so if you ask me you just things to make women scared im not scare of you like I use to,
I have became stronger and wiser, 
I have the Lord behind me, 
I believe in him very strong,
so if you want to bring me back to court lets do this now, 
you are just a man that God put on this earth, 
and I fear no man, no woman and no body, 
I am a King child forever,

by : Sheena Shenia Jackson 
May 23, 2013


Details | Triolet | |

Pleasures by the Seashore

Pleasures await you by the seashore,
And in the coming months
Invest in your family; today and tomorrow,
Pleasures await you by the seashore.
Your first choice will be the wisest to follow;
Do not put all your stocks in the market.
Pleasures await you by the seashore
And in the coming months...


(1 Year Anniversary Dinner at Sydney's Buffet)


Details | Narrative | |

Family

A decade in to
a new millennium,
a woman, nearing
a century on Earth,
braces herself in
a doorway of
the house,
she has lived in since birth.

Her oldest son unfastens his belt, and takes a seat at the end of her table,
where her middle son just fixed the legs of the chair; to make sure it was stable.
Her youngest son brushes the webs off the wall, and scrubs the stains from the floor.
Her only daughter packs up her pictures, and helps her through the door.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a life, almost
a century long,
comes flooding back
to the thoughts of a woman
who feels removed 
from where she belongs.

Her daughter tries to lift her spirits, (from the room in which, she slept as a child)
but no one could easily witness their memories, all being sorted, and filed.
Her house is dissected, and put in a truck that waits - like a thief - in the drive.
-The cumbersome stance; the delicate dance; together, they help one another survive.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a woman approaches
a century - passed.
A man in the attic
waves from the window -
Assuring her: 
This home will not be her last.


Details | Narrative | |

Mammogram

She stood there
humiliated,
nearly naked
as a
stranger
touched her.
She was
searching for
something
she could not see,
she could not feel:
A silent killer,
a raper of
self-esteem,
identity,
womanhood. 
She endured it,
the pain,
the embarrassment,
because
her mother
had died
and she would
survive.


Details | Ballad | |

A Dead Girl's Final Wish

Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
 my wrists and they turn scarlet.
 My mother and father walks through the door,
 my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
 That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
 spits  and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
 even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
 I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side 
 and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me


Details | Free verse | |

A Special Kind of Love

An unbreakable bond is what we share
Our love is genuine and rare
Beautiful memories of you and I
Laughing, smiling and joking
Unafraid to be ourselves
We are mother and daughter

Openly talk about whatever is on our mind
We fully trust one another with our deepest thoughts
We are best friends
How awesome is that?!
Never have to pretend
We can just be ourselves

We love each other unconditionally
Occasional attitude
Moody ways
And those not so good days,
Will never change the way we feel
Our love is one of a kind

We don’t always see eye to eye
But we communicate to make things right
Never stay upset with one another for too long
For our love is much too strong
Togetherness
An undeniable bond

You are my daughter and I am your mother
Always there for one another
Fully supporting and encouraging each other’s dreams
Uplifting, never discouraging
We are each other’s biggest fans
We are one

Kiss and hug each other on a daily basis
Show each other love and appreciation
I’ m an image of you and you’re an image of me
We are very special to one another
Mother and daughter is what we are
We Are Each Other’s Heartbeat!


Details | Abecedarian | |

MOTHER-GOD WE SEE


the 10 months inside my mom, i was happy.
when i came out first, i came with a heavy cry.
its not for that i born in this world.
its for giving heavy untolerable pain for mother.
even though she didn't hurt me.
she lifted me and kissed me at once with a deep love.
she took care of me by losing her all happiness, only for me. 
she holded my hands and made me to walk, 
and she taught me to look forward in this world.
she laughed when i laughed and,
she cried when i cried.
she taught me everything, which always helped me to stand in my own feet.
the day will come, which will make me to be your mother, 
and you will be my child.
that's the time when you become old.
that time i ll give you double love and affection which you gave for me,
and i ll take care of you mom.
i will make you to feel proud of me.
i love you mom.


Details | Lyric | |

Thrown Away

You gave me the news today
Told me to leave and stay away

To error is human is what they say
It's to bad you don't see it this way

Yes you decided to throw me away
Because I don't see everything your way

You don't know how I feel, but you hope I agree
That you should have nothing more to do with me

So, once again I totally must disagree
Even though you want nothing to do with me

A mother's love you can't throw away
I'll love you my daughter till my dying day


Details | Narrative | |

Thanks for that Memorable Day

07/31/2012
Written by:  Florence McMillian (Flo)
Dedicated and written for my friend, Lisa Giessinger, as a special message from her to her mother, Hazel – about a most memorable day they spent together.

 
To My Mother Hazel Thanks for that Memorable Day This poem is specifically Being written just for you I requested it from a friend For she knows just what to do That special day we spent together Is so very memorable for me, I’d say I want it to be memorable for you too With a poem written in a rhyming way We’ve had our ups and downs in life With probably most of them being down You raised me to know how life can be Not easy to cope, with down things all around Well I’ve stepped up to a new level To be happy no matter what the hell Of any negative surroundings to be I live thankful that my life is all well That special day started out so bad for me As I was headed for back injections again I was really happy you were taking me there With a comfort feeling knowing we are kin It seemed like the first time in a very long time Where we just enjoyed each other that day You were kind of like that sweet rose One stops to smell along the way In this path I have traveled Through many overgrown weeds It was refreshing and pleasant this time With no discussion of what someone needs We got along together talking and laughing It gave me such a lasting good impression We even ate at Don Julio’s afterwards I sure hope you had just as much fun I want you to know how much I appreciate this time we spent together Making this a most memorable day for me To truly cherish for always and forever Now let me tell you, that day did get worse With everyone putting me down everywhere You were the rose amongst the trash talkers It felt good to know my Mom really does care Even if everything dips to the downside Within the journeys of my life I may go through No one could ever take our shared moments away They’re in my heart forever and I’ll always love you I had the best time with me and my Mom If I told the world, that’s what I’d say So I really want to thank you Mom For that most memorable day Love, Lisa Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | Couplet | |

Home

I can hear the horses snorting, outside my bedroom window,
Even though it comes, from so many years ago;

Cotton from the cottonwoods flying through the air,
Making whitened dapples on my palomino mare;

The hounds are all out baying, it must be dinner time;
In my tiny little neighborhood, I was never scared of crime;

Family surrounded me, aunts and uncles all around,
It was quiet on our little street, no sirens made a sound;

My cousins and I would play outlaws, and we’d hide out for a day;
Making mighty forts from the fifty tons of hay;

It never really changed much, as I grew up through the years,
And remembering that it’s gone, always brings me close to tears.


(My Parents sold the house I grew up in last year - It still breaks my heart)


Details | Free verse | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


Details | I do not know? | |

mama

mama how do i tell you its bad again
how the voices are telling me its okay to hurt
they want me to fall
to fall from the top of buildings 
and not get up
but don't worry mama
i plan to shut them up

mama how do i explain how the pain has returned
all you wanted was me to be better
i tried and tried and tried and tried
but in the end, the crazy won
they drive me crazy to no end
i want to make it stop 
but don't worry mama
i have a plan

mama i cant tell you how it feels
to be sunken to the depths of earth
angels are soaring above me
but their happy gazes hurt
i need this incessant chatter to go
to hurt me, to hate me 
it all feels so real
but don't worry mama
it wont soon

mama i can see the look in your eyes
it hurts me too that this is goodbye 
cant you see this is the only way 
for the voices to vanish but my body stay
goodbye and farewell 
ill miss you so much
but don't cry mama
ill be better now


Details | Rhyme | |

What I Look For In A Home


I’m sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they’ve been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they’re proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance. Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I’d be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God’s word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God’s word be our “road map,” for needed direction! There’s no perfect home. Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let’s seek God’s blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

mum

to cherish
one moment
is to hold 
something
so dear

in your heart
a golden treasure
like in life
it lives with you

the angel
 whom i cherish
is my mother
who in every day 
she believes 
in me

no matter,
what wrongs i do
this angel 
lives with me
all of my life
in the heart
my mother


Details | I do not know? | |

To My Bestfriennd, Daddy, Sister, Mentor, Idol, Role Model,Strength, and Everythang else: Momma

Okay, tomorrow Father's dayy & i'm sitting here thankingg about all my father's done for me . . Yeaa, he gave me money from time to time, but it wus nuthang compared to what momma gave (: , she gave up her teenage life just to raise me how she wanted me and she worked hard to keep a roof over my head with plenty of food . . if i had a personal problem, momma was first to know and momma knows me better than ANYONE..! Yess, i tell my friend about this & that, but believe it or not ;; my momma gone always know ! If i lost my viginity, momma knows & momma can try to stop me, but most likely imaa listen to myself & go down the wrong road.. my momma keeps my head up and on tha right track . . she's my motivation and righht hand ;; i may act a fool from time to time, but my momma gone ALWAYS be here ! whn friendss walk away and family is no where to be found, momma gone always be right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, a smile to share, and a ear to listenn;; Whenever my inquiring mind wants to know something.. momma knows the answer and its the best one in tha world (: her love is like no other andd she's my EVERYTHING !! she carries her label "Momma" to the fullest and ionn care what NOBODY says, " MY MOMMA IS THE BEST ONE AROUND : D " .! 
 
- if you wnna get respected by youur label "Momma OR Daddy"; Yu gotta takee care of your responsibilities (: , 
 
momma took care of BOTH sides of responsibilites, so i stand here today as a young adult in the making wishing her a happy father's dayy (: , i love yu mommiee !
 
*Oan' Happy Fatherss day Gmaa ` Dana Davis` 
 
&& Happy father's day to all the othr mothers out making thangs happen and working hard for their kidss . . .!
 
"Happy father's to the brave men, the real men, the men that accept their responsibilities and never turned their back on their children, and thank you to the great mothers that embrace the challenges of playing the role of both mother and father for their children when those cowardly men were never there to face their own responsibilities... Happy father's day!" - LexussJonessSaid It Bestt (: -


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


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My Daughter's Love

My Daughter's Love

A warm smile on a perfectly shaped face
Eyes wide like the sky - only they make me feel I can fly!

Hands so gentle – they put at peace my mental
Their warm embrace is soft and smooth like lace.

They debate like loud crashing waves in a lake
With ever forgiving voices – that make my heart think twice
Before and after making all choices.

My girls give their love with meticulous precision
This helps guide me in making unselfish decisions. 

To me – living means giving to them my all
For without them, my peace, my love, my life
Mean nothing at all…

For my daughters Alaya & Saen - I LOVE YOU!
Mom


Details | Couplet | |

You Inspire Me

You Inspire Me

What inspires me?

A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman)

A gifted child

An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something.

That inspires me and by the way…

O mother you inspire me (most of all)!


Details | I do not know? | |

stranger at the door

oh stranger at the door, your face I cant tell
as you stumbled up the path at my feet's where you fell
beaten and bleeding I helped you in
not knowing the tragedy about to begin 
I asked how this happened? who did this? and why?
but all you could do was sit there and cry
I fetched what I needed to clean you up
as well as hot milk that streamed from the cup
but when I returned you were face down on the floor
your sobbing had stopped, your pain was no more
of all the houses on this street
why choose my path to admit defeat?
all these questions I had and so many more
when a few later came a knock at the door
I opened it wide and invited him in
the officer entered, looked scared to begin
I am sorry to be the one to say
but earlier this week your mother passed away
I have no mother not seen her in years
then I suddenly saw the bloody tears 
that streamed down the face of the lady in pain
as she said my name again and again
but my name I never mentioned, nor any other
now the cries are clear, help me please its me your mother.


Details | Ballade | |

Wherever she is tell her

Wherever she is tell her

Tell her she is a woman so strong
Her words are always never wrong
Tell her this I said
Tell her every word I obeyed.

Tell that good woman
That I am now a man
Her wisdom flows in me
Opens my eyes to see
Tell her wherever she is
Tell her I said this.

She raised me up
Breast fed me on her lap
To correct me pinched my ear
She wiped my every tear
Tell her I am now a man
Tell that good woman.

Mother of four
Her I will live for
Her care
I will share
Her wisdom I will pass on
Till I too pass on
Tell her.

Tell her happy I am
with her words in my ear drum
Her wisdom in my mind
Her love in my heart so kind
Tell mother her son
will shine bright like the sun
Tell that good woman
Her son is a man.


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Oh mum don't kill me

oh mum, don't kill me if you can't afford dowry.
oh mum,don't kill me if you want a boy to birth,
oh mum, throw me alive to live on this earth,
oh mum, don't dig a hole to hide me as indian myth;
oh mum, just educate me then never feel sorry.
i shall serve you as a servant don't feel pain my living,
please ask my brother if he can protect me if dare having.
I can walk on thorns to keep you happy don't cage my 
worry,
why is Indian culture don't believe that I am also human?
why is security matter for me as a man is nudity fan?
don't afraid from gangs they are coward can't face a girl,
they can't love to daughter and sisters, looking beauty 
pearl,
they kill girls, demanding dowry, live in a cultural 
whoolpearl,
when women 'll be free in india that's facing degrading 
curl.


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What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

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

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

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

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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

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

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


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Together At Last

My mother how I've dreamed of you
You were a Goddess in my eyes
I would daydream all day
Of your beautiful face and eyes
You have made my dreams come true
By coming to claim me as yours
Deep inside I always knew
To you I would be restored
Oh my mother I'm so happy!
You've finally come into my life
That you have come to save me
From this life of painful strife
We will look to history no more
We will forget about lives past
Let us look to the future and rejoice
For we are together at last!

This is kind of the "part 2" to the Where Are You Now poem. This is from the daughter's perspective.


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | I do not know? | |

Oh my mother

Oh my mother! you are soft as a feather,

Caring as a bird and bright as the sun,

And for me, so much fun!



Oh my mother! you are the head of the family,

You give us food and treat us good.

You are never so strict, just you scold us a bit!



Oh my mother! you are my first teacher,

You helped me to talk and helped me to walk.



Oh my mother! these are the things I liked about you.

I love you!


Details | Narrative | |

My Mother

MY MOTHER          
Mother more than just a word; my mother is where my life began. My mother 
protected me from the world bonding together from the beginning. Safely tucked 
away I would spend the next nine months listening to her heart beat, gently 
floating in water. Our blood would mix and nourishment she supplied to me. 
My world and hers suddenly changed when my birth came about. No matter the pain 
we both endured, comfort quickly came as I found my way into her arms! Together 
we would make our way in this world as nothing compares to the love of my mother.
We listened to the birds singing, watched the lightning bugs, and talked of things 
on earth and heaven. My mother taught me love and gentleness’. Early in life I 
developed a sixth sense. I knew, “I had a guardian angel” and “God was always 
with me”.
Growing up was not so easy and I made many mistakes. Many times I did not 
understand my mother and swore she could not love me. I was looking through the 
eyes of a child and did not look through hers till aged and wiser!
My mother continued to love me forgiving my blunders in life for we bonded early 
when my heart first began to beat. With the passing of time my mother proud and 
supportive always tells me of her love for me. At times when I look in the mirror, 
looking back at me is my mother!
 I know life as I know one day may end however; my mother and I having shared 
life from the start will always be bonded in the heart. My mother gave from her 
heart and soul. Now to you my mother, in your honor; I dedicate and give this poem 
with all my love from all my heart!
						Your, Daughter Debbie 
Dew!
								
	July 20, 2011


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LISA'S IVORY MUSIC BOX

Many Christmas stories are told every year,
and many songs are sung with pure cheer;
do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell,
or a simple song I can hum and spread good will?


When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly...
by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box,
and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it
to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!"


The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar
to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer,
and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly;
the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly.


It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet,
she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it;
how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands?
" Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!"  she displeasingly uttered to herself. 


There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town
was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant;
five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside,
and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone.


But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, 
and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky;
everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry,
but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling.


Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for,
but something was missing from the snowy scenery...
she remembered her ivory music box she had put away,
and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door...


Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box,
laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree;
Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight,
as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy.        


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The Generations

The time has come to step aside.
It’s been a very lovely ride.
I trained my darling daughter well.
It’s she who rings the dinner bell
on holidays and lets me rest.
She aces each and every test.  

Proving herself every bit as able
as I to set Thanksgiving table,
she feeds her twenty-two hungry guests
without a sign of being stressed.
So I feel needed, I surmise,
she allowed me to make the pies.

She never loses her sweet smile.
For each grandchild she stops awhile
to hug, to listen and to praise
as I did in the olden days.
Daughter, mother and grandmother,
she’s as good at one role as the other.

The day will come I know it’s true
when she will give soup ladle to
her own sweet daughter next in line.
She’ll step aside this child of mine,
to sit and rest and watch her daughter
do as  her loving mother taught her.

I watch her now with love and pride
this woman whom I helped to guide
to the super mother she became.
Her daughters now are in the game. 
They’re teaching the new generation
to be the next great mom sensation.

And so it has been through the years,
moms giving love and shedding tears,
each passing on her mothering lore
learned from mothers who came before. 













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Missing You

Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I’m missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you’re an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.


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Destiny's Swim

Destiny ran into my room today
"Grandmother, we had such fun
Swimming and playing in the sun"
Her hair a wavy asterisk
Her lips expounding joy
The burnished bronze of her
suntan
The skip in her walk
I relished her swimming pool 
fun and her commitment
to laugh
so simply felt
I saw myself in her decades gone
and then I burned her joy in my eyes
and cherished that she came to
me to share her moment's delight


Details | Senryu | |

' Golden Harvest ... ' 40th Senryu

    Golden, Full Moon Shone
On All The Harvest, That’s Grown
    Welcome In Our Home


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Unspoken Love

She saved herself from pick up lines though she looked vulnerable
She's sooo lovable her heart definition could ruin my poetic abilities 
You cannot put a price on her she's not billable
If only her lips where adjustable my soft poetry would define her inabilities and weaknesses for the mute to scream happily ever after  
She's untouchable i O you an explanation
Her tears tattoo broken spirits uploaded on instagram
She's no twitter baby though followers invite themselves its unbelievable
I could throw nice verses in our conversation but i'm afraid i'm love blind 

I'll tell you more about her if you ask me....ask me nice


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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


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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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Last of the Mohicans

I have a new cell phone
It allows me to text...

I have finally caught up with the civilized world
Me...who swore on my soapbox....
                       "Not for me! Thanks, but no thanks, ..I'd rather talk"
                        Why doesn't anyone want to talk anymore? !!

Resisting the change
Resisting technology
Embracing the old, scoffing the new

I've learned to text.....last of the Mohicans.......I've learned to text

Tolerated their smirks, their ridicule, tolerated their bahahas behind my back
Saying it over, and over, ...and over again....... 
                "Why do people resort to the cold, the impersonal,
                 glued to one's ear, purse, hip-pocket, mentality?"


Last night my daughter sent me a text
Then a photo...

The photo...well, ... at first I couldn't quite see what it was
But then I realized, it was an old recipe card...scribbled in my handwriting,
written by me, for her, long ago, when she was first learning to cook 

Meatloaf!! 
 
Same old recipe...that's also tucked away in my own recipe box,
only mine is scribbled with love, given to me by my own mother

I was startled, looking at that bloomin', handheld, tiny red, impersonal device...

reading... "Hi Mom...made this 4 dinner 2nite! Yum !!"....

So, here I am........spilling a tear over this stupid red phone
                                                              while falling off my soapbox


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As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I’m trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don’t understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God’s laws certainly belong! I’ve tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they’ve made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they’ll serve God all the days they’re livin’! Even though I’ve failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I’ve taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I’m thankful for the opportunity to call them “mine.” I pray they’ll seek God’s guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God’s love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I’m trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton


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Imagine This-First Date,First Kiss

I'm painting up my face and nails 
with just a touch of teen.
Cos' Mama's inspection never fails;
of child and adult I'm in between.

Daddy answers the door below;
a nervous young man appears.
Glaring with a fatherly glow
dear old dad nearly brought him to tears!

Quickly I brush my hair once more
and down the stairs I fly.
Bye we say and we're out the door;
I swear I saw my mama cry!

Off we go in his silver caddy
and I ask him where we're going.
I'm sweet sixteen and free of Daddy
so I guess my excitement was showing.

To a movie and casual dinner
is what this boy had planned.
I said "sounds like a winner" 
and thus the flames were fanned.

He treated me to a burger and fries;
afterwards we shared a kiss.
All you could hear were panting sighs;
my practice pillow never felt like this!

A very special night of firsts-
my first kiss, my first date.
The night rolled on with happy bursts
until it grew to be late.

I never wanted all this to end-
thought I was falling in love!
Impressionable it was easy to send
my heart up to heaven above

And so that was my very first date-
finally at home I did arrive.
Daddy was waiting by the front gate
to make sure his little girl was alive!



for Frank H's contest "First Date"



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LAGNIAPPE

In a corner of the town, stands a building of antiques.
Not an ordinary building but one that percepts the imagination;
sense datum begins and a scene takes place.

I am transpose to my great grandmother days.
I see the rocking chair that she owed 
and the Raggedy Ann Doll given to me by her.

She is telling the store’s owner about his antiques
that this rocking chair was her favorite piece.
Oh, and she would like this doll for her grandbaby.

She said she wanted several rooms of furniture.
All must be vintage like her.
However, do not think of her as old.

She was short and plump with olive skin.
Her hair radiance gleamed.
Her smile meant everything.

She almost forgot my small gift that is when she shouted Lagniappe.
_______________________________________/
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name: Antiques


Details | Blank verse | |

Mother of Emptyness

Unfamiliar grounds  scare my emotions,

Hand which holds me safe no longer exist,

Each glance behind reveal vacant spaces

where are you Mom?


The emptiness I feel around me  is vast,

Familiar warmth no longer extents to wipe tears,

Very routine footsteps never walks alongside,

Where are you Mom?


Bond that linked was brutally cutoff,

Before I learned to sense essence of life,

The very dept jolt me to be bold for age,

Where are you Mom?


Each gray hair reminds me of time left,

Pangs of pain quiver me out of my gloom,

Arouse to stand up straight to face time,

Where are you Mom?


The very Mom within me shudder,

With the same pain I once poured,

Into thy very bosom  with  vengeance,

Where are you Mom?


Are you never going to  hold me close?

Why heartless to watch the  river of tears?

Mind  skilled to paint a shadow of you,

Where are you Mom?


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Your Smile

Oh how caring your smile can be, it always get the best of me.
Your smile is filled with so much love and grace, it puts me in a daze.
It is so radiant and bright it is truly uplifting and is certainly a delight.
Oh your smile is lovable as can be, it always get next to me.


Details | ABC | |

To My Mother RIP

We've had our differences, we've had our fights,
Now you're gone, yet I’m doin alright.
A month and ten days it'll be four years,
I miss you mom, and I wish you were here.
It was crazy times and a war,
But I still wish you were here and we'd party at the bar.
I think of you often and miss your voice,
But it's not like we had any other choice.
One day we shall meet again,
And who knows... Maybe next time we could be friends.

Love you. R.I.P. Teresa Marie Reese (8/13/1964-8/18/2009)


Details | Free verse | |

Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


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 | Free verse | |

Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street
Disappear!

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!


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Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


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Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11


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Invisible

They
Are
Among us.
Not alien
But more
Like us than
You will ever know.
They are
Neighbors
Dying
Of
Disease
And 
Hate
And
Grief.
They live
Next door
Behind walls
Built
Not of stone
But of fear.
Hungry
Penniless
Alone.
They are
Stereotypes
Birthing
Children.
Ad dictions
Carving
Flesh from
Bones.
They are
Sold
Into
Slavery
Beaten
By
Other
People's
Philosophies.
They are
Invisible.
But not
To
Me.


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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


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Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


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My Endless Longing -A Mother's Love

                                                                **~**

My heart is fierce in its longing for you
 With thoughts that mimic flitting butterflies
Like stars chasing the moon in the black velvet night
And every time I close my eyes…
It is you whose face I see
I ache from deep within my soul
Wanting to feel my fingertips trace the soft texture of your skin
Run my fingers through your soft, chocolate hair
Longing to see your smile - beaming radiant like diamonds in the sky


Lying in my bed at night the fingers of darknes touch my skin
The moon quietly tiptoes through my window
As silent witness to my bleeding heart
Closing my eyes…
Brings your image closer to my mind
For you... are a violet glistening with dew to my longing heart
An angel - in a spider's land
Where they deceitfully weave their web of lies
Unwillingly... turning your heart against me...
The mother who loves you so                                      

I drift away into a restless sleep dreaming of you- my girl  
As the early morning sun creeps through my window
I awake... with a heart that breaks all over again
I am a prisoner held captive by my love for you
My precious, little porcelain girl

My love for you will never end
I pray for strength to see us through
For someday we will win this battle
And the love we share...
Will lovingly come shining through

                                                             **~~**

 


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The Ugly Sin

We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost

The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin

Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame

I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim

Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild

I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls

In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Shadows, Reflections, and Memories

In the womb 
A baby grows 
Listening to her mother’s voice 
Soothing her 
She smiles and moves 
Little does she know 
What her future holds 
  
The day arrives 
She is born 
Wrapped tight and cradled by her mother 
Looking up at her mother 
Who wears an exhausted smile 
The baby is comforted 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
  
As she grows 
Her mother tends to her 
Feeding, changing, rocking, singing 
All out of love for her little girl 
The baby coos and cries 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
  
Some years pass 
The daughter falls and skins a knee 
The mother is there 
With a kiss and band-aid 
And all is okay 
Little does she know 
What her future holds 
  
Soon its time for school 
The daughter cries 
Not wanting her mother to leave 
Finger-paints, songs, the alphabet, counting 
Her mother hangs all on the fridge, proud 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
  
Before long she is a teenager 
Her life epically changing 
High school drama, boys, grades, clubs 
Barely does she see her mother 
Who raised and loved her so 
Little does she know 
What her future holds 
  
The day comes to kiss good-bye 
Tears streaking mother and daughter faces 
An adult now the daughter struggles 
Missing her mother, wishing she were there 
Calling everyday and regretting earlier years 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
  
Little does she know, 
That as she grew, 
She grew apart from her mother, 
Little does she know, 
That still and no matter what 
Her mother will always love her 
Little does she know, 
That as she ages 
She will always need her mother 
Little does she know, 
How much her mother truly did 
How much her mother truly loves her 
Little does she know, 
She will one day wish 
She were exactly like her mother 
Strong, loving, guiding 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
What her purpose in life is 
But as long as she can be like her mother 
She knows life will okay 
That she will succeed.


Details | I do not know? | |

She Was Beautiful

Whispers...

Don't wake her,

Let her rest.


Whispers....

Don't tell her,

She's not ready.


Whispers awakened her

From a drug induced 

Slumber.


She listens 

For a voice

So familiar

It could have been her own.


A voice 

Cooing at a child,

Smiling in it's vibrations

Making promises

It will keep,

Making promises 

It can never keep.


This voice was not there

Among the whispers,

And yet she yearned

To hear this voice.


The slumber was thick

And yet she swam

To the surface

Using all she could summon

To break the surface 

To break the slumber.


As her eyelids fluttered

A strong hand 

Grasped her hand,

Pulling her through

To the real world.


He sat at her bedside,

A face as familiar

As her own.

And with her eyes

She asked the question

He was afraid to answer.


"She was beautiful."


It was the word 

Was

That plunged her back

Into the abyss of dreams

And unrealized wishes,

Leaving her there 

For a day,

Or was it two.


When she woke,

Those words roused her.


When she slept,

Those words were her lullaby.


No child

Rested in her arms,

Once nestled in her womb.


No child 

Suckled at her bosom,

Now heavy with sustenance.


No child 

To cry out

For her mother.


Time waits for no one,

And days pass,

Then weeks and months

And soon a year 

Had come and gone.


Soon another child

Filled her womb

And this child was born,

And then another,

And then another.


Three children

Had rested in her arms,

Suckled at her bosom

And cried out to her,

Their mother.


And when asked

About the fourth

She would say,

"She was beautiful."


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~To Be A Mother Is A Gift~

There are times when I feel I don't have all the answers and I 
Often have to ask God to give me the wisdom and understanding

Because being a mother, I don't always know what to do
Every day is a learning process, But I am eager and

Always

Motivated to be the best mother I can be, I am
Overwhelmed at times but still so very
Thankful to God for blessing me with such a gift
Honored to be not only a mother but a friend
Ecstatic in watching my daughter grow and 
Realizing that I was chosen to guide and nurture her

Is truly an amazing and overwhelming feeling
Since I had lost my first child, I'm still haunted

At the thought of who she or he would have been but

God has given me a second chance and I am so grateful
I get to wake up each day staring into her beautiful face
Fighting back the tears of happiness she has graced me with 
Thinking to myself, I love her more than anything


Details | Sestina | |

Stay At Home Mom

I spend my time changing diapers
Wiping tiny faces and drying little tears
My days are filled with giggles and wails
Nights are symphonies of snuggles and hugs
Never do I get time off or a needed vacation
Even sick days are not granted to my position

But I would never leave my position
Not even if it meant no more diapers
Or a three week long tropical vacation
I don't mind quieting the tears
I love getting paid in kisses and hugs
Though I could still do without the wails

I would love peace but I take the wails
Because they come as part of the position
They are often at least paired with the hugs
Yes, I get tired of wet, stinky diapers
But I get to be there to ease the tears
And a toothless grin is better than a vacation

Time at the park is like an all day vacation
Sometimes those days pass with no wails
And unless we skin a knee even no tears
Then we get to cuddle in a sleepy position 
With sand and gravel still stuck to the diapers
Holding each other tight in hour long hugs

I love when they wake up and bring me hugs
Naps are my own little mommy vacation
Then off come grimy shirts and wet diapers
Of course taking off tops always bring wails
Until they see the bath toys all in position 
Then immediately giggles replace the tears

We scrub away dirt and wash away tears 
Wrap up in soft cotton towels and hugs
These are the moments I love my position
And cannot image why I would need a vacation
Then clothes being put on bring still more wails
As they wiggle and turn while I fasten diapers

Soon they won't need me for tears and I'll be able to take a vacation
But I'll miss all the hugs and I'll even miss the I need you wails
So I'll cherish every moment of my position until the next stinky diapers


Details | I do not know? | |

What is it when?

What is it when your heart is filled with joy?
What is it when your soul sings for another?
What is it when you begin to truly cherish someone?
What is it when life seems so much easier?
What is it when you begin to share internal thoughts with another?
What is it when your eyes connect and express your thoughts without uttering a word?
What is it when you are automatically drawn to a person?
What is it when you find it hard not to think of someone throughout the day?
What is it when you change the routine of your day for someone?
What is it when little things become big things?
What is it when everytime your clock ticks you think of someone?
What is it when you sit and stare at pictures for no reason at all?
What is it when you begin to ignore that person imperfections?
What is it when you begin to yearn and crave for someone?
What is it when the feeling of being apart for more than an hour is devestating?
What is it when you find yourself making breakfast and you don't cook?
What is it when you find yourself doing things out of the ordinary for another?
What is it when you find yourself looking in the mirror just a little bit longer?
What is it when you discover that life is so much better with this person?
What is it when you feel like you are on top of the highest mountain?
What is it when you feel like the ocean is so much calmer with this person?
What is it when the phone rings and you are hoping it's that special person?
What is it when you find yourself giving without a care in the world?
The answer is SIMPLY LOVE!!!!!


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Show Choir Moms

The Jazz and Pizzazz would not be what it is
If not for the Moms of the musical kids
Sure it’s the Dads who build every set
But it’s the Moms of these shows that we mustn’t forget
They sew on the sequins and alter the hems
And buy the girls ear rings when the song calls for gems
They make all the calls and drive kids around
These show choir Moms just never slow down
They handle the money on fund raising schemes  
They go on the trips and chaperone teens
They might stay up all night on a chair in the hall
Just to be sure no one acts a goofball
They’ve been known to bake the cookies and cake
Take tickets you know at every show
They know all the tricks with pins and duct tape
To keep costumes together or girls into shape
You’ll find them all back stage working in the wing
You know these show choir Mothers can do just anything
Their shoulders get cried on when songs don’t go right
They’re high-fives and hugs come every closing night
They don’t get recognition for all the things they do
Unless you count the love and smiles they often get from you
So on this anniversary on that final curtain call
Be sure to thank the Show Choir Moms who always gave their all


Details | Verse | |

Mother's Wishbones, No Doubt

MOTHER'S WISHBONES, NO DOUBT

All furculae with not a fragment
of dried-up flesh or sinew 

to despoil their luster — the slew 
of them ranging in size from 

Cornish hen to turkey. Funny,
I’d never noticed her extricate

one, strip it clean, secrete it 
somewhere long-forgotten. 

I took possession of those bones,
pried loose some of my own

from birds broiled, barbequed, 
fried; primed each, applied gold 

leaf. Made more of them
than Mother could’ve ever conceived 

— the gilt, over the generations 
of bones brittling whole, striking

beneath the wait of wishes.


Details | Verse | |

Through A Prison Glass

You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.

You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. 
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. 

I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.

You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.

The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. 
I've lost you for good this time, 
so i think i have to do one more crime. 


Details | Free verse | |

her

i can see her so clearly
blue eyes blazing 
mist falling
the fog of the
ozark mountains
making the scene
surreal 

each time a car
past us i simply
saw her shimmer

she stood there until
my husband arrived
to meet us so i could
go home earlier
than i intended. 


she didn't know that
i was sick to death to
know how he was
treating her

the wisps of blonde hair
danced and blew and
wet tangled curls stuck
to her head

it was not because i
was her mother, you know?
but she looked translucent...
an angel.  i breathed sharp
as i listened to her.

you know what i mean...
it is a snapshot in time
that shall always be with
me, i need no camera.


she said "momma,
i am going to have to
leave him", almost
like she needed permission
to do so.  she looked
down, so sad.....

i just tried to give her
some of my strength;
hugged her fiercely.

she was only 27.

my darling i will love
you until the stars 
erase them selves
out of the sky ...
and even after
i die

i thought that 
everything
would be alright.

not so.  the stars must
have fell out of the sky
when i was not looking.

and....i didn't die

my love has been complete
and time standing even tho
he killed her as surely
as if he had taken a gun
of his choice and blew her
away.

he took,....her children
her money, her shelter
even her food and the
life she was trying
to rebuild.  


the miserable creature
who said she was not
good enought married
a new woman on the
day that they were 
divorced.


so now....for many 
years she was wandered
here and there and really
has no home. she lives
in pods at different peoples'
homes that love her.

then she moves on in a
cycle again.

her life seems to be
motivated by a fear she
is unwilling to discuss.

i know that she is certain
that if she stops she will die.

oh, God, i love her, i love
her, i love her.

by janetta


Details | I do not know? | |

One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


Details | Free verse | |

A Mother's Advice to Her Daughter, The Bride-To-Be

When does forever become an option? 

Only when one can still find
Inspiration for living
Despite the stale smell of saliva
From the person across the bed.

Consider it better
To regret walking away
Than having stayed with much regret.

So should today the fading footsteps
With the banging door
—the sounds of an almost wedding— 
Be a reason for sleepless tear-fests, 
Tomorrow it can be a cause for appreciation
Or gratitude for thinking twice.

For it matters not how the heart aches now
For affection
Or lust; 
In the end what matters is how
The small talk before bedtime
—regardless of redundancy— 
Will always be interesting
Time after time after time.


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Child of Mine

You are my love,
my hearts content.
you are my life,
a life ideal.
you are my joy,
and you are my happy.
happiness like no one else can bring.
you are my hopes,
and you are my dreams.
you light up my life.
you are my everything.
you are my fear,
and frustration.
you are my pain,
and you are my anger.
you bring out the best of the worst in me.
you are someone to blame,
someone to hurt,
someone who is no one who deserves the anger inside of me.
you are my child.

A child you should be,
I should love you as God intended.
I wish someday our bond can be mended.
I have made choices, i can not take back.
I can not make up for the motherly lack.
circumstance and situations have put me here,
feeling hopeless and living in fear.
anxiety has stricken me,
I have succumb to my disease.
giving up on what i believe,
I have become someone in need.
I can no longer give my love,
my patience has run dry.
my heart has grown cold, 
my eyes can no longer cry.

Forgive me for the mistakes I have made,
forgive me for the pain in your heart,
forgive me for the tears in your eyes.
I too am a child, learning how to become wise.

I love you child of mine


Details | Narrative | |

AN AFRICAN WOMAN

Somewhere in Africa, the cries of a woman
Bearing immense cutting pain
Wishing life not as cruel as it is 
And forgetting the excitement
That came with knowing her man.
Alas, it falls.
Almost like a creature, 
So bloody yet so fragile
Tiny fingers, tiny legs, tiny arms; 
Whatever shall I call her
“Naa awula” indeed, 
She will be my lady; my only lady 
Spread the word my dear sisters, 
For today a new member has joined us
Seven days, seven days it will be.
 And the world will say her name
Pray we must; 
My little lady ought to dwell amongst us
Let no evil eye beseech her
Let no evil mouth revile her
Let no evil hands stroke her
For seven days it will be
 Just seven days.
Hail to the sun, for we present Naa Awula
Truth she must know and truth she will speak
Her feet shall flee from the wicked 
Lest she be bewitched.
Make merry, for she comes to stay.
Come round and present your gifts and blessings.
She will grow into a very beautiful maiden
She will know no pain
 But happiness
May she continue in the league of child birth.
Lest her face be drenched
 In the mud of mockery.
Lighten your hearts and grease your faces
Herein rises An African Woman.


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disillusioned

rocks in the rocking chair
with her granddaughter by her side,
she’s grown into an ambitious young woman,
she asks nana how it was
when she was young &
wondering if so many people back then
were so disillusioned
with the way that things were going
in their country---
grandma asks her to turn off the tv.,
grandma turns to her to say,
“when i was younger i had hope that
things were gonna change,
i stood in the streets with my friends &
family---
we fought against the police &
we all went to jail,
because we didn’t believe in the wars that
our country was waging,
we didn’t believe in the way that our 
country was treating its own citizens &
we didn’t feel that things would change
unless we ourselves did something…”

and then there was a pause &
her granddaughter smiled anxiously,
because she always looked up to her
nana for guidance, advice & wisdom---

but her grandmother didn’t say a thing 
after that---she just looked out the window
& kept rocking in her chair.
 


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Wish

Wish

Seven years I’ve been waiting for
A Christmas with you I wish for
Just like the other years that passed by
My wish for Christmas never gone by

A thought bothered my mind
How do you feel fine?
How do I feel fine?
If it breaks your soul it breaks mine.

Everything you have to sacrifice
A tear drops in your eyes
I wish I could make it dry
But I too can’t stop myself to cry

I hope he will grant my wish
If not now, maybe next year
I would still be waiting here
The same wish that I wished.


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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.


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Children NOT in need

In the peaceful bliss of mornings early light,
As calm and silent as a graveyard at night.
Thoughts of joy delude the sight,
As the thoughts are of the past and all it’s delight.
Whence the sounds of movement, happiness and joy,
Now is the silence, anguish, unease of the mourning ploy.

Removed from sight but never from the heart,
Always in the mind, even though were apart.
To see and hear you, every day, every part,
Knowing your not there but soon, and with a fresh start.
You will be back here, in the home where you belong,
We can start to build our future, with hearts that are strong.

The bonds that do tie,
Are stronger, even than time.
Times you are absent is time we will bide,
Then fight with all our might until home you reside.
Uneasy are you captors, as their action’s are unjust,
Realising their mistakes, in where they placed false trust.

Panic sets in as consent is withdrawn,
In court there mistakes, they now must scorn.
Their unjust actions, soon to be brought to light,
For their reputation, again they must fight.
But the battle ahead, they know they can’t win,
For their actions are nothing, but filled with sin.

Punishment sounds nice but is not my desire,
Having my kids back in my arms, that’s my prior,
Second to this, have them to reform, 
Their policies, their action, to finally conform,
To the vow that they sworn, to protect the children,
Not deny them their happiness or stop them from living

To act where it’s needed, as much as they should,
Not too little or much that reverses the good.
Look deep at themselves to stop all the wrongs,
Come good in their work and have praise as their songs.
Save the heartache they cause for so many families;
And help where it’s needed, not punish minor discrepancies.


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Deep enough to bruise the soul

He didnt know the wounds would go
Deep enough to bruise her soul
She lay there froze when he arose
She replaced her battered clothes
Rather the blows from clydesdales toes
Or the fate of conquered foes
This painful load forever to hold
A friend not stranger from her stole
He didnt think her dad would drink
Then find his gun beneath the sink
He hasnt blinked he's at the brink
Wants to feed animal instincts
Moms half insane feels daughters pain
Her tears form puddles like the rain
Her child explains how she's ashamed
Now mommy wants to share the blame
He didnt weep in courtroom seat
Jury discussion deliberately brief
Not very steep the sentence was weak
They only handed him three hundred weeks
He never did speak almost like asleep
He'll spend many cold nights wrapped in a thin sheet
Tried to be discreet almost lost heartbeat
When those bars of steel slid right past his feet.


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Me, Myself and I

Alexandra
Hardworking, Dancer, Writer, Loyal
Sister of Catie and Mollie, Daughter of Valerie and Damien
Lover of no one (for now)
Who feels that poetry is a savior, life isn't complete without friends, and love will find a way
Who fears isolation, failure, and not believing
Who would like to see their writing published, their designs manufactured, and their lives well
Resident of The Bronx, New York
McKenna


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The Women

We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun
But even when that is all said and done 
In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes
I guess our brains are too slow to know

No amount of cheer can hold back what we feel
With our souls overwhelmed we each find our way to deal
Whether in anger or anxiety, in guarded fear or open minds 
We know that they are with us, in front and behind

As birds of a feather we are drawn together
Each carrying with us a pain that binds forever
We have become so much more than simply friends
The strength that we carry in us will always mend

Our broken hearts and tradgic tales
The hardships we have endured will make us prevail
We are the women that we are today
Because we let no limits hold us at bay.

Written on the 11th of September as proof of the strength that I see everyday not just in my family and friends but in women everywhere. Not to be cliched but I truely believe that the ones I wrote this for are amazing women that I cherish very much and I hope you can feel it too :)


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Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


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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)*
  
                                        


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A Box of Hope and Dreams

I keep my dreams and aspirations,
stored away neatly in this box.
Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon,
secured tightly with key and lock.

And every time I feel like a failure,
I open it, so I can again feel alive.
Arms of dreams tightly surround me,
giving me strength I need to survive.

I’ve hidden this box in a secret place,
where I’m the only who can see.
A beautiful box of hopes and dreams,
finely sewn with love at the seams.

This box is opened quite frequently,
especially when we’re apart –
this rhetorical box of memories,
in perfect synch with each beat of my heart


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Mom and Dad

Riding my first bike and learning to tie my shoes,
These memories mean nothing without the two of you.

I've learned a lot over the years,
Not that the lessons didn't sometimes come with tears.

Sweet dreams, I love you and good night, 
I remember saying this as you turned out the light.

Four kids and you two were always there,
To teach us and guide us with love and care.

We are your children and you have raised us right,
Taught us everything we know and all about life.

You taught us to work for what we need,
Even though your advice we didn't always heed.

I've seen the love and commitment that you two share,
It makes me proud and understand that what you have is rare.

You've stuck by each other even when times were rough,
But you've always showed me that love is enough.

Love is what gets you through the not so good days,
You've always been together and by each other's side you've stayed.

I am blessed and thankful for all that you are and all you are yet to be,
Cause without you two there wouldn't be me.

You have never failed to love me over the years and in the past,
I that God that I have you two as my mom and dad.


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The Trail

Little fingers smear the wall
Mud, food, or mystery goo
Those tiny hands touch it all

Dark streaks on the chair of blue
On the curtain, table, and rug
Wiped along the sofa arm too

In the kitchen a tipped milk jug
I spy the footprints across the floor
And a lost lovey awaiting a hug

I follow the tracks out the door
Finding tired children numbering four


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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...


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My first mothersday

I remember the days of emptiness
no one seemed to be  anywhere around
Love and warmth became lesser than less
the killing silence the only ear deafening sound

I'm Cathryn(*) and you're Elly I presume
"feel and be your own you and it's totally okay with me"
my dearest second mom entered the room
she sat simply and silently right in front of me 

I felt no longer like a worthless black swan 
her tender love and care made me feel fine
suddenly there was that shoulder to cry on
and my mother who recognized me and what was mine

she shared her inner beauty now mirrored in me
she gave birth to the little girl I always wanted to be

Written for "Sonnet on a Intimate Relationship - Poetry Contest"
09/02/2014
(c) Elly Wouterse

(*) in Dutch spelled "Cathrien'.. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Birthday Antoinette

Story books have got it wrong
Step mothers are the greatest gifts of all

Antoinette you are a blessing on my family’s life
I am so happy you are my father’s wife

Michaela is the sweetest girl, glad she’s my sis
You’re my family I truly miss

God truly blessed us when he brought you around
Hope your birthday is full of love, laughter, and songs

Because you gave me the greatest gift of all
It is because of you I have my father back

You are our cornerstone the brick that keeps us up
Thank you for all of your unconditional love

Happy birthday to my mother, friend
My angel sent from God above

May you know you are truly loved


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MaMa

Mom.
Hey Mom.
Did I tell you I love you?
Well, I do.
Daddy loved you too.
I miss him too Mom.
But this man,
Is not Daddy
And can never replace him.
I know your're lonely,
But Mama he hurts you.
How can you love someone that hurts you?
You cover your bruises with long sleeves and makeup.
You smile in public even though you cry at home.
He comes home from the bar,
And all he does is yell at you.
All he does is yell
And then he hits you,
For no reason.
Mama why do you stay?
Mama your lip,
It's bleeding again.
Come on Mama,
Let's go home.
Our real home,
Where we lived with Daddy.
Him?
He'll never find us there,
Daddy will protect us.
Come on Mama,
WE're gonna go home.


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The Healer Part III (from my life story)

At the age of twenty two I gave birth to my first child to survive. A beautiful 
and flawless daughter with dark brown eyes and hair like mine.  When she turned five years 
of age warts began to grow on her hands. My daughter cried with eyes looking to me for the 
answer. The same eyes that looked up at The Healer Ms Agnes who cast away my warts so 
long ago.  

As with me, Traditional Medicine did not work and Ms Agnes and my Grandmother were long 
dead. Grandmother taught me how to use the herbs to heal when I was so young. 
Remembering getting rid of warts was a BIG job made me take pause.  If Grandma 
couldn't get the job done who was I to think that I somehow could. I stubbornly tried all 
Grandma had taught me, but only in vain. How my heart ached for the knowledge and power 
of The Healer Ms Agnes.

Such fretful sleeps did come as I felt hopeless for the answer to my daughters plight. And 
then it happened one calm and starry night. A deep sleep finally came so strong over me. 
While sleeping, right before me came a vision of The Healer Ms Agnes.  The very next 
morning I awoke with an idea of something new to try. 

With a calm and soothing voice I sat my daughter down. I took her precious little hands in 
mine. Gently I touched and counted all the scaly knobs I could find. All the memories came 
flowing back and the story I began to recant.  I closed my eyes and for the first time spoke 
about how my warts were taken away  I felt a little detached as I recalled each 
detail I could to conjure up the Spirit of The Healer Ms Agnes.

When I opened mine and met my daughters awestruck eyes her hands were still in mine.  
As I gave them a gentle squeeze I said " Maybe. Just maybe there's enough of the Spirit of 
The Healer Ms Agnes left in there for you too.  A question came to the edge of my mind. 
What if The Healer Spirit spell is reversed? It could be my curse for meddling with The Spirits 
That Be. The answer came as quick as a spark.  I would gladly wear mine again if it meant 
my daughter' would not.

On the fourth morning after that day my daughter awoke me with such a scream. I rushed 
to her bedside to see what was the matter. Lo and behold there among the bedsheets were 
the remains of her warts. Dumbfounded and bewildered I was left with no comprehension 
and speechless while I embraced my daughter with congratulations. As I took my leave out 
of her sight I slowly stretched out my hands to see if my warts had returned. I mused aloud 
when I saw they had not.

Continued in Part IV....


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Abused

Do you like to stand there and watch me burn?
Do you enjoy listening to me cry?
When you hit me I feel as though I'll die,
Who knew that maternal love really hurt?

The freedom that I know I'll someday earn
Makes me swallow pride, tell her its not a lie, 
That really it doesn't hurt and that I
Will never leave her. I know she will learn.

When I leave her standing out in the rain.
Walking away from the terrible place
I no longer stand for all the abuse.
Just stare out that sheet of glass - window pain,
Guilt ridden tears streaming down her pale face.
I am not to return, I will refuse.


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Never Thought It Would Happen

We began so little and young, 
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.

Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, 
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. 
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, 
Nothing lasts forever.


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Does Family Really Matter Anymore


A family had a wedding...  The brother wasn’t invited.
The fact they didn’t want him,.. 
Was already decided!

When asked why his name had been “omitted.”
It was because of past wrongs he had committed.

The words spoken, one could hardly believe it!
Any kind of forgiveness? 
 They didn’t receive it!

How many times are loved ones not
 invited to “family occasions.”
Often times, families listen to “outside persuasions.”

Someone does something, 
that may not be liked.
Then they’re often told to “go take a hike!

No wonder why many families 
battle one another!
They have failed to truly love each other!

As we continue to see families drift apart.
This often leads to a wounded 
and broken heart!

Christ gave us his best!  
When we were at our lowest!
A life of mercy and forgiveness…  
He wants to show us!

If we can’t treat one another
 as Christ commands…
Then HIS way of family living….  
We’ll never understand!

By Jim Pemberton


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I Also Burn

Rises my day, even before the sun, To smoothen others life, as butter in churn. To keep the flow perfect, I always haste, Surrounded by my duties, I have no time to waste, Making everyone ready, for the day turn by turn, I wish someone could understand, from inside I also burn… Sacrificing my happiness for the will of my parents, Getting married and accepting the feel of the torrent. I have to pay the price for my pains and lowery, As we brides still die in the fire of dowry. Making everyone happy, for the life turn by turn, I wish someone could understand, from inside I also burn… I have brothers, who protect me from the evils, But how much shall they fight, the street is filled with devils. Looks at me and stares brutally every eye, We are humans, believing this has become a lie. You have a sister of your own, who is equally divine, Why do you adulterate me, like snakes on vine? Losing my divinity; for the life turn by turn, I wish someone could understand, from inside I also burn… Mother, sister, wife, daughter, am I, But before every part, as human I die. Others happiness has become my prime duty, But, I still await someone, who will pull off the curtain, of my inner beauty, I don’t desire the whole world at my feet, But definitely, I deserve the behavior which is elegant and neat, I will keep smiling at my hardships turn by turn, I wish someone could understand, from inside I also burn…
-‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh D


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I was Beautifully And Wonderfully Made

I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There’s nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It ‘s all around! Though there are imperfections and “inflictions” within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I’ll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He’s always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… “A resting place…” I’m going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His “special touch…” Thank you God... For a “new” person you’re helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!


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I Wanted You To

I wanted you to love me,
I wanted you to see,
I wanted you to know all I felt inside of me

I love you more than you'll ever loved yourself, 
Watch you tear apart until only pieces are left,

I'm letting go now and I'm not turning back, 
Far distant memories is all that are left,

I hope you know that there are people that care,
We may be far away but doesn't mean we aren't there,

Tired of this never-ending circle,
Live your life without your true purpose, 

When will you see my torment and pain,
Wondering if you'll live to see another day,

You can be selfish you chose your path,
Now it's time you deal with the aftermath,

You break my heart again and again,
Just leave me incomplete until I'm not whole again,

I love you more than the air I breathe,
but you rip me apart until nothing is left of me,

I'll leave you to your torment, pity, and shame,
I just wish you would just only forget my name,

Can't let you break my heart in two,
The heartbreak I feel I wish you only knew,

I'll love you until the day I die,
I won't let you be the reason I continue to cry,

Hope you're happy and I have all that you want,
but I'm no longer here to rest your problems on,

I hope it changes I hope you see,
You are my love and always a part of me,

I'll always be here right by your side,
but I won't watch you self destruct until you die,

Think about us and how much we love you,
Turn your cloudy days into beautiful shades of blue, 

Remember one thing and that's all that I ask,
Please quit pretending and take of that faulty mask,

You say you're alone but that's a lie,
There's people here that for you would give their life,

Keep me in your heart I'll never fade away,
I hope you'll find your meaning; someday, 

Love you forever but that's all I can do,
No longer a prisoner to what you say and do


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My Life at Fourteen

I'm just fourteen years old, and a father I'll be
Around Christmas time, what a present for me
The excitment of puberty has now taken it's toll
I sit here lost in thoughts, a worried young soul

Responsibilities I now face to the challenges of life
Do I stand by my girlfriend, do I make her my wife
What if I can't cope, shunned by family and friends
To become another statistic, modern societies trend

I find myself very fortunate, I'm surrounded by kin
Whom their patience has been a blessing as I take it all in
My friends have rallied round, their support has been strong
It's having people like them, I'm fortunate to belong

December has come and gone, my daughters getting married
As I look back to fourteen and the trials that I carried
Many thoughts I had to ponder as I look back at my young life
The young girl whom bore my daughter, many years has been my wife



* Three-quarters of a million teens between 15 and 19 become pregnant each year in the USA *


For Gwendolen's *~* Mom, I'M PREGNANT! contest *~*


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Me And You

From the moment I was born,
You never let me go.
As I grew older,
You always held my hand.
The moments flow by us.
Like fish in a river.
Every second that passes by.
We grow closer.
I know there were times of giving up,
That you almost had.
But you kept trudging through.
Through the sun and the rain,
The snow and the sleet.
My hand was always held.
You never let me go. 

APPRECIATION (In Honour of PD) 
May 21st, 2013


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LOOKING FOR HER

all her things she saved
for us are flung out and
flying all about.............


every counter is full and
ever shelf is crammed.
             each
has a story to tell


i have found a diary for a 
             day,
pages telling how she lived 
              each day
               
            
she writes how much
she loves my sister and
               i

she cries out how she misses
               and loves
               my father

she writes of her
love of her grandchildren
               that is
               what her
tomorrows are all about

i see
what made her 
              so sad  


she writes from her
               heart
and my mind breaks

my tears
of gratitude
flow

i am so thankful
she left me her
things
to care for......

i can let her go now...
......and say

...."mama go rest"

by joloujanetta


"never did i know what a comfort
a pillow where she lay her head
would be for me......"


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Garden of Life

From a mother to her daughter:

Welcome my child to the garden of life
You are now ready to face the world so open you eyes
Your bright sparkling eyes will see unknown things
And you tiny heart will skip beats
But don't worry its all normal
In my arms you will face no problems
Welcome my child to the garden of life

Soon you will feel strange emotions
Oh! and do you know you have an elder brother?
He, your dad and me will take care well of you
Soon you will learn to walk with those tiny toes
You will learn to speak,walk and write
Welcome my child to the garden of life

There are treasures yet to be discovered
Heights yet to be touched
I'll help you in everything you need
But just say the word I'm waiting to hear
With your cute and tiny teeth
You nibble off everything
My beautiful seed you will grow with care and love
We will give you the best and you will be nurtured
There are many things you are yet to see
Life is long but worthwhile it will be
Welcome my child to the garden of life... :)


Details | Crystalline | |

Words that a Parent Might Never Say

My child here is my life in rare form
Mistakes you make so have I...once


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


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Traits of a Mother

M. Mature
O. Obsessive
T. Truthful
H. Helpful
E. Earnest
R. Respectful
S. Self sufficient 

L. Loveable 
O. Outstanding
V. Virtuous 
E. Efficient

I. Irreplaceable 
S. Spontaneous

N. Nurturing
E. Economical
V. Virtuoso
E. Eager 
R. Reliable 

E. Entertaining 
N. Nice
D. Dedicated
I.  Industrious 
N. Not appreciated enough
G. Good Nature


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A Spindle, an Hour-glass, and a Doll

This story is about a young girl named Sapphie Smith.
Her parents were poor, so they lived in a small house,
And Sapphie had only three toys,
An hour-glass, a spindle, and a doll.
The hour-glass had been her father's,
The spindle her mother's,
And when she was younger, Mother had made her the doll.
Sapphie had known no other life,
Therefore she was content with her toys and her small little bedroom.
She slept with the little rag doll every night,
Playing with it so much that it was frayed.
When she was about six years old,
An epidemic swept through the land.
Her parents wished they did not have to go to the village and work,
But they were so poor, they had no other choice.
Then, one day, Sapphie's parents did not come back;
Her father found good pay as a shepherd in the distant hills,
Where he would not see his family for a long time,
And her mother knew one day in the village 
That she had the dreadful sickness.
She did not go home because she loved her little daughter so much
That she did not wish to risk her getting sick.
But it tore her heart to pieces, 
knowing that she would never again see her beautiful daughter.
Sapphie wondered why her parents did not come home
As they did every evening.
It did not bother her much as she played with her toys;
The hour-glass, the doll, and the spindle,
Crawling into her little bed when she grew sleepy.
The next day, Sapphie was getting lonely without her mother,
So she went to look for her in the wooded hills around her house.
She soon grew weary, not having thought to eat breakfast,
And laid down to rest by a stream where she drank.
A kind woodsman found her and raised her like his own daughter,
But as the months passed, 
Her father came home, and found it empty,
Save the doll, the hour-glass, and the spindle.
He set them on the little table with three chairs,
Crying when he woke up and saw them every morning.
Sapphie found her father years later,
Which was the happiest day of her life.
Whenever she was sad, she looked on the mantle where the toys were
And remembered how wonderful it was to have her father again.


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Details | I do not know? | |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


Details | Free verse | |

four a m feeding

i light no lamp
i go by ache
and touch

the song of your hunger
guides me
to your humid nest   my hands
curl under your arms and lift

it's instinct this gift
i give you at night
i know you
differently
smell you   when i can't see you

buttons to unfasten
half asleep
it's hard to work my fingers
and juggle you
but soon   i fold you
in the crook of my arm
these pouches of stone
four hours without you
look what it does

you seek me
blindly   rooting for the source
i croon
it is there
i melt and gush
you choke break cough
too much 
too fast 
gurgling to your belly

milk splatters your face and fuzzy scalp
milk sweet and warm    such
plenty to grow on

i nuzzle your head
and rock the chair
slip my hand 
under your gown
to fondle

your miniature toes

little peach little plum
i cannot imagine you
grown


Details | Rhyme | |

The Reality of a Dream

I have felt the bliss, of a daughter’s kiss,
and realize what heaven must seem.
For in all my life, thru happiness and strife,
my daughter’s laughter consumes my dreams.

I have sailed afar, and traveled the stars,
in search of a more beautiful feeling.
I’ve flown by air, for this beautiful love affair,
that sends my heart and soul a reeling.

I’ve rode the train, in search of a domain,
where love feels as brilliant as this.
I’ve swam the ocean, with perfect motion,
yet always amiss to finding this bliss.

I’ve treaded the bush, in Australia I push,
demanding they show me the path to glory,
but I leave empty handed, though I’ve demanded,
a beautiful ending to this tormenting story.

I’ve lived my life, searching for who I am,
and always do I come up short.
I fret and I ponder, for a love that is fonder,
than this love in my dreams I distort.

Still I fail, to no avail, to find a reality as grand,
than the laughter I hear, in this dream I command.
I ‘ve walked life’s path, in search of a resolution,
mindless to an ultimate desperate conclusion.
For a dream is an illusion, a visionary infusion,
a poignant resolution to all confusion – and a dream is just that….a dream.


Details | Free verse | |

I love you more

What can I render to the Lord for all His gifts to me
His love
His Grace 
His forgiveness
His sacrifice
His faithfulness
His Joy
He who took MY SINS
His abounding Mercy
His fathomless love
His total commitment to my salvation
To my wholeness
To my welfare
To my emotional stability
To giving me eternal life
He gave a pure white robe to cover me with HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS

Because of Jesus-I now know Him as an adoring Father. 
A Brother who will always walk so close I feel His presence and who always watches over me.
A mother whose words and affections surround me daily with care like a Mother hen
Proverbs:1:8

What can I render to the Lord who took my pain
Who in His own body was wounded and bore the sorrows and my grief I was to going through and the mistakes and the sin ready at every moment to try and trick me out through my life-time- 
He sent His WORD- His LIGHT to enlighten my darkness and show me clearly the road I should take-(Proverbs: chapters 1to 9)

Yes YOU were always ready to defend me, a helpless orphan- for without YOU as my Dad and as my mother- I was abandoned to this world-
But Now I can cry with all my heart- ABBA FATHER I love you - But YOU say
          
               I 
     LOVE  Y  MORE 
              O
              U 

What can I render to the LORD- MY God- whose precious pure blood was spilt to bear the sins of all our humanity- I will take ‘the cup’ of Your salvation and honor your name with my life- For only your pure blood is worthy to pay for all sin-I will confess your name before the world for which you died to save -and I will call upon your HOLY name - for your name alone is WORTHY- JESUS.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th  January 2012 


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The Color of a Mother's Love

When I think of you, my Mother
One thing comes to mind:yellow

Goldenrods and sunshine
Peace and all that's mellow

Halos, rings and lemonade
And honeysuckle too

Bumblebees and stary nights
And all the good that may shine through

Dolls with long blond locks
Babies yellow bonnets

Bath time duckies, lollipops 
And also summer sonnets

There's many colors love can be
Red or even blue

But a Mothers love is somewhat different 
With a golden kind of hue

Some day I hope my children see
That I am yellow too

For more than anything I say
I hope to be like you


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | Free verse | |

Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Pain

Pain is a terrible thing,
a bad emotion.
It makes you insane,
sometimes uncontrollable.
Pain is from brothers,
whose mother caters,
their every whim.
Pain is from fathers,
who do not trust,
their teenaged daughters.
Pain is from mothers,
who set too high standards,
who discourage you in everything,
that you try to do.
They don't believe you,
they don't trust you,
in anything that you do.
It is a shame,
the relationships between,
mothers and daughters,
dwindle away,
never seeming to be getting better.
No matter how much the daughter tries,
the mother looks for faults in everything.
It is really a shame,
because relationships,
between father and daughter,
are more prominent,
In these modern days.
             xxx


Details | Couplet | |

When I Call You Mama

Mama can you hear me call your name?
Doesn't matter,I love you just the same.

Ninety years you've lived here on this earth.
And you have struggled ever since your birth.

A mother who was cold,a distant father.
An alcoholic husband who couldn't bother.

Now you live your days out in confusion.
Life to you is just a dark illusion.

When I call you mama,you just stare.
Sadly,I wonder is somebody there?

Yet I'll keep on showering you with love.
Some day we'll be together up above.


Details | Free verse | |

Ultrasound of an Unborn Child

We saw the ultrasound of your unborn child
Early this morning, still awakening 
When at the speed of light
It raced across the internet finding its way
Into our home and hearts.
Your mother began to cry and I 
Was stunned and stupefied 
At the reality of it all, remembering when 
You were one time just so small.
I wondered about all the unseen and inexplicable forces 
Conspiring and converging to create this new life
Inside you now.  I wonder how 
Time could have raced away so rapidly leaving
All those yesterdays turn to dust 
While you grew up in front of us.
Thankfully, as the infinitesimally small 
Photographic figure in this ultrasound shows, something 
Of our hopes, dreams and love grows
Like fruit of the vine and nectar  
Of God’s eternal sea of goodness and grace shining
Down on our humanity.  
This evening when the sun sinks low
We’ll still be aglow with thoughts of you 
No longer one but two
Hearts beating together 
In rhyme and rhythm.  Your mother and I 
Could never be happier for you and this new found 
Miracle we’ve been given.    

 


Details | Senryu | |

The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.


Details | Haiku | |

Children make Life

Little cute buds
Playing, sitting, eating & sleeping
Children make life

Smiles to tears
They show all emotion in life
Children make life

Growing little everyday
They crawl, walk run to embrace world
Children make life

Innocent at heart
Simple joys they cherish live every moment
Children make life

Dear to every heart
They conquer anger with a sheepy smiles
Children make life

Learning and mimicking
They catch every world and act you do
Children make life

Source of joy
They bound the bonds of humanity 
Children make life

Daughters are blessing
Bringin prosperity to fathers and society
Children make life

Sons are strength
Mothers see their pride in them
Children make life

Son or daughter 
Let the joy bloom in every garden
Children make life

7/5/12


Details | I do not know? | |

Chained

The innocent are chained 
The prison doors are locked
The guards are watching
The entrance is blocked

Please bring them Justice
Please don't make them pay
Please bring them freedom
Please don't walk away

You say it's not my problem
You don't want to be involved
You don't have the power
You can't break down the walls

Turn off the Television
Turn off the Radio
Turn off the smart phone
Turn your heart to GO

Go fight for freedom
Go take their hands
Go to God's children
Go do what you can


Details | Rhyme | |

The Elevator Ride

Her mother fell ill
And was close to death
So this is the tale
Of her final breath

A friend of mine
A long time ago
Told this story
You all must know

Her mother lay dying
In her hospital bed
When she opened her eyes
These words were said

There they stand
Can't you see
Two angel's in white
Smiling at me

There in the corner 
At the foot of my bed
Her daughter thought morphine
Was filling her head

Her daughter caught the elevator
And climbed aboard
A voice said stand at attention
For a saint of the Lord

She couldn't move
No matter how hard she tried
And when the elevator stopped
Her mother had died

Her mother was gone
But wasn't alone
For two angel's had taken her
Straight to God's Throne



(This is a true story)


Details | Tanka | |

Pink Joy

_______________________

The pain preceding
a simple joy receiving 
my little pink love,
you arrived in a downpour
of glorious emotion..........

_______________________

Contest ~ "Pink Joy"


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 | Light Poetry | |

Always I Miss You

When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
 And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
 I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
 If you don't mind being compared,
 
Repeating the many ways you cared,
 The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
 Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
 Every recipe, every taste,
 Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
 
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
 It's what I use so I won't be late,
 Staying here learning to appreciate,
 All the miles, trucks caring freight..
 
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
 But if you visit my mind would quake.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mother's Expectations

I read Mother Goose to you,  tales of a princess
You just wiggled your pigtails,  and said "Mommy, not that one
You wanted the story of the bear in the forest
Who made friends with the squirrels, where the birds sang a chorus

When I taught you to bake cakes, or to sew up an apron
You had wished you could climb trees, or be out in the warm sun
You preferred to make mud pies, playing dolls not a fond thing
No time being idle, you were sprouting your wings

When I hoped to go shopping, to find you a dress
You would rather wear blue jeans…to play in the grass
But once in a while, how you gave me that smile
Danced a feminine twirl,..... a brief glimpse of that girl

So I knew deep inside, those “girl” buds were blooming
When you spied those young boys, I was watching you grooming
Sometimes we fought, and sometimes I would long…
Frilly you’re not…..My expectations were wrong

You are a tomboy, at heart….you were from the start
But the woman you are…..she is loving and smart
You have turned out just fine, ...I’m so proud that you are mine….
Wife and mother you are,    ….   my understanding took time

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

For Paula's contest:  "Meeting Expectations"


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 | I do not know? | |

Family

3 people in a room
Each doing their own thing
I wonder what each of them think?

The boy playing computer football,
"Save the game! Now!"
"What is she doing writing? The Poof!"
"Mams falling asleep again!"

The girl scribbling to herself,
"That'll never work, I'll rewrite it."
"I don't see the appeal of virtual football.."
"Why does mother keep looking at me like that?"

The woman sitting on the sofa,
"The cat looks so adorable!"
"That bloody computer clicking is annoying!"
"That girl is writing again, whats wrong with her?!"

If each of them could hear
the others thoughts, would they be offended?
Or do you think they already know?


Details | I do not know? | |

Summer Dress

Summer dress she sews
Until her fingers bleed
Mending and mourning 
Memories that will never be
Earsplitting new silence
Running through each stitch

Dress, mustard colored with stars
Embroidered with sadness, by confusion
A nightmare from which she can’t awaken
The last thing she will ever wear 
Her summer dress made in grief

Death came for her too soon
Roses, white, will rest on her
Embraced by heaven’s angels
She is beautiful in the summer dress
Stitched by her sorrow stricken mother


Details | Free verse | |

soon the bell will ring

Soon the bell will ring.
Asleep, your warmth is still the same
An echo of strength still resides in your arms,
Wrapped around me they Instinctively protect me,
‘though later they’ll hold for a steady hand.

Lying here reminds me, of when I’d scurry to lay
and listen to your sturdy voice bring alive Dreamland.
You’d bush my still wet hair, tickle me to bed,
scare away monsters, and kiss my cheek all in one sweep.

In half an hour, when the bell rings,
You’ll roll away as my day begins,
And I’ll lay out your shoes, socks,
Clean underwear, and gown.
The next appointment is in half an hour,
And after that I’ll lay you down.

Time is running out,
I feel the urgency.



Details | Ballade | |

Elvis

Elvis.

Oh Elvis you were handsome, big and grand
At times folk found you hard to understand.
And life for you so quickly it did move
My friend it seems you had so much to prove.
You gave the world the power of your song
And your bonding with your mother was so strong.

Religion it was strong within your Psyche
To sing those spirituals you really liked.
Your mind at times was battered and so bruised
And times you seemed all mixed up and confused.
An enigma, you so different in your ways
You really brought some colour to our days.

You sang your songs, you made it to the top
In spite of this your troubles did not stop
As that greedy man he pushed you all the way
And kept you down and always had last say
Yes you were such an asset to this man
As you sang and made him rich it worked to plan.

When fame and fortune took you by the hand
It seemed you had the world at your command.
And then you lost the women in your life
Your mother and your daughter and your wife
Oh Lord it left you cold and oh so sad
And though you had so much your life turned bad.

And so you killed yourself with your bad ways
Cause joy was never there to fill your days.
I hope you’ve found some peace now where you are
Even though you be no more a star.
Elvis how your name just lingers on
As still the world gets lost within your songs


Details | Free verse | |

Ageless Laughing

Wheeled in from the cold,
wearing layers of winter clothes,
her aging daughter brings
her to a table close to the door.
The years on her face
are apparent by the loose skin
drooping from her cheekbones,
eyes sinking into her face as her 
eyelids spill over into her line of sight.
The sparce wisps of white hair
on the sides of her head
stick out a little like that of a clown,
the top of her head more or less bald.
She reaches for the coffee
her daughter brought to the table,
and holds the mug with both hands,
bringing it slowly to her lips. 
At first glance,
her obvious vulnerability 
brought tears to my eyes....
But then something made her laugh,
and the smile on her face
was all I could see now. 
I didn't see old age anymore,
I didn't see vulnerability,
I only saw a mom and her daughter
drinking coffee and laughing about something
I would never know.
I turned back to my own coffee
and smiled as I raised the cup to my lips.





Details | Free verse | |

Stormy Night

Rain falling to the ground
Silent whispers all around
Pitter patter, pitter patter
Rain is falling all around
Warm and toasty by the fire
Sipping cocoa on the floor
Crickel crack, crickel crack
Cuddled next to the fire
Is the mother and her daughter
Crash BOOM lighting strikes
1...2...3...4...5...
The girl is counting, 
As her mother holds her tight
Soon the storm will pass
The sun will break the morning sky
Sleeping quietly next to burned out ashes
Is
The mother and her Daughter


Details | Free verse | |

Sorry i cant be perfect

Im trying to be perfect.
Im trying to make you happy. 
But no matter what i do.
Im just not perfect enough for 
you.

We argue EVERYDAY,
i cry EVERYDAY,
we cant go ONE day without an 
argument,
I wish we could.

You used to be my hero,
Did you know that?
Now your just a zero.
I cant talk to you.

Dont you understand? 
everytime i try,
to talk to you, we get in an 
arguemnt,
i cant take it another day,
i thought it was reationships 
pulling me apart.

But i was wrong, 
Its you,
Your making me loose hope,
Your makine me not feel, 
perfect.

Now, you dont even trust me,
That made me loose even more 
respect for you,
How could you say that?
I can be trusted!

Your my mother!
You should ALWAYS trust me!
But i guess im wrong,
im sorry ill never be perfect for 
you


Details | Haiku | |

Twilight

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



twilight--
helping mother take
baby step



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


Details | Couplet | |

Birds and bees

21st February 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(Couplet)
Hey mum and dad please do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When by your little one asked “where do babies come from?”

Narrated over and over this metaphorical tale,
Many scoff to tell, be it female or adult male.

Birds are like men and fly as they please,
Bees are like women, dedicated to their queen, to her whims appease.

Bees sit on and pollinate the flowers,
By, buzzing around many and over few hovers. 

The birds spread the “seed”,
These to the “gen next” they lead.

This is about birds and bees  a short verse,
On a topic, proscribed and taboo which parents surely must never be averse


Details | Narrative | |

Ghostly Child

Ghostly child
peering through
foggy mist
watching from afar
from another dimension
in another era
from another place
drifting through time
caught in between worlds
towards spirit light
of beacon bright
shining on her
the way to go home.

She lingers on
from dusk until dawn
floating through air
searching for her mother
who was lost at sea
from long ago
entity from eternity
forever lives on
in her daughter's ghostly heart.

Free her from her earthly plane
into the spirit world
where she belongs
in finding peace
rather than remain
in limbo state
away from her mother's
loving embrace.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Come From Southern Fire

I come from nothing.
But all this pain
I come from tears
That fall like rain
 
I come from hours
Lost crying in corners
I come from times
We cried like mourners.
 
I come from a Father
That I wanted to please
I come from disappointment
That ended in “STOP! PLEASE!”
 
I come from the crashing
Of our heads being knocked
I come from the blows
I couldn't have blocked.
 
I come from two pups
Who were never let outside
I come from the ghosts
Of all the tears I've cried.
 
I come from the pain
Of a Mom who just watched
I come from the skin
On which bruises were blotched.
 
I come from the scars
That burn on my soul.
I come from the demons
And the dreams that they stole.
 
I come from the Father
I wish that I'd had
I come from the monster
And the screams of “Too bad!”
 
I come from the man
I wished gave a damn.
I come from the emptiness
That is who I am.
 
I come from the life
I've survived my way through.
And I come from a place
That you never knew.


Details | Rhyme | |

Death's Door

Death is a time where people will never breathe
We can’t talk or walk and even squawk about our lives that we lead 

What do you suppose is behind deaths door?
I’m just wondering, because eventually is going to come to us all
Should we be scare? Or fight for it, not to happen? Or just let it be?
Has anyone thought about Death, like me?
 
Death has come for two people I had a chance to know on, 02/02/12; 
however, this was a week ago. 
Do you think they knew?

Some people may not know, when it’s time for them to go,
therefore; we should ask JESUS CHIRST to come into our lives
and be prepared for that day 

So, when death wants to knock on our door 
We can open it up and say I’m ready, let’s go, 
and see that place called Heaven’s Tour


Details | Free verse | |

Perfectly Breakable

Mother buried hacked-up carp beneath 
pink rose mallow. She knew the filthy cats 
would come. A balled-up dirty rag 
and coffee tin of smelly kerosene 
were garrisoned behind a red berry twistwood. 
Mother would hide in a column of shadow 
near the porch. Ambush the cats as they dug 
for carp. Their noses spiced with fish-oiled peat. 
Tails flagged above puckered targets. 
Mother was quick with her kerosene rag — spot on! 
A hush-hush tripwire stretched taut round 
the perimeter of mother’s mortared desperation. 
The sacrosanct, lint-free, perfect world, where 
she demanded God wipe His feet at her door. 
Dear Mother, our Elizabeth Taylor dead ringer, 
who could waltz with kings, or gut them with a glare. 
Ghetto mother, who would murder to keep 
her suburbs white, the cat crap gone, and 
her prize mallow big as Frisbees. I couldn’t 
let it storm on mother. She would get crazy 
if her galvanized tin-roof mind was rattled. 
Her daughter always had to shine. I kept 
the attic window shutters well oiled. Mother 
never heard my bare feet crisscrossing 
the roof, as I ran to catch the rain.


Details | Haiku | |

Bells and Cries

A lovely lady;
Growing inside, a new life.
A man in a tux.

Another bell rings now.
Final grades, balanced college offers,
Off to another adventure.

Damp ground, headstones.
Growing inside, a new life,
Done with their adventures.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Free verse | |

Serpent of Corruption

Worthy of love, unbreakable togetherness, and lasting compassion would have been instilled
strongly in the vessel of thirsting heart and unstable mind of a child.

But, why soup of hatred, a platter of pale love and a bowl of spoiled unloving thoughts
are laid in the niche of the child’s sprouting character?

Family ties were untied by a father who neglected his pure actions and encouraging words
and translated into unspoken greediness and unnoticed carelessness of expressed thoughts
that form the growing character of his son.

The family bonding is disbanded by a mother who works in the scope of her comfort where
eyes and mouth are only the weapons of her love and care for her curious daughter and for
her wandering son.

A father who offers a well of gold and silver, a mother who clothes sparkling dress of
worldly wealth to her offspring!

Their children have worn ever the brightest smile but not for a while,
The pleasures of their tongue were satisfied but not their hearts.

Corruption begins at home.
It creeps to the nerves of the heart of your son.
It envelops the innocent soul of your daughter.

For every dishonest  word that is pronounced by the indifferent father,
For every unchecked actions that mother has imposed,
Are a sure lifetime shaper to the values and character of the children.

Family brings serpents of corruption in every corner of the home.
It blows very hard like a destructive wind of the storm.
It is like a starving lion that preys on the flesh of good virtues and leaves nothing but
dead soul!

Father, Mother, May I appeal to your deepest conscience and understanding!
May you be vigilant and be watchful of your actions and your ways of life!
Your most beloved children are at stake in the breaking and making of their character!


Details | 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 | I do not know? | |

Woman's Day

Women's Day


wiping away those tears

of the brutal truths of your past

wiping away those tears

your spirit rises up, far beyond your scars

and your strength resides deep within you 

with an unshakeable resolve that shall forever last


...the weakened men whose brute force is so macho and empty 

and that has always been in your face

are now nothing but specks of aging, obsolete rust

flitting past you, for you hold it all together

as you always have 

rising up firm and strong from being shoved into the dust


...you are a mother, a lover, a daughter, a wife, and a worker ... above all a worker you have been

tying the loose ends together time after time

always there 

yet unseen


...a woman you are 

of fibre 

of courage

of being the bedrock on which we trample 

on whose shoulders this world stands

as you continue to work ceaselessly on

with lines on your face

and with raw wounds on your hands

but...

now your time has come

and no longer will you silently bear

the jabs and taunts of men

for now you proudly declare

that a mother am I, a daughter too, a lover and a wife as well

and now the time has come for them to awaken

to the tolling a new bell


...a bell that tolls for you

for you have taken back the pride and dignity that they stripped off you for ages

for now theirs is a lost cause while your battle still defiantly rages

through cities and homes and villages 

and in town after nameless town

for now the bell has tolled

and the time has passed for you

to be ever
again
put down


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


Details | Free verse | |

The Engraver, first draft, in need of advice

It snowed the day my mother taught me to engrave
 
She held a waxy green leaf between her mittened fingers
 
And mapped each yellow vein with her eager eyes
 
All filled up to the lashes with yellow


Scraping away the green, catching it under her fingernails
 
She found my name like some ancient code in its shallow skin
 
White winter sun tentatively fingered the letters
 
And the wind took them elsewhere
 
Towards the great grey clouds above


Meanwhile our feet lay planted to the ankles
 
In something cold and heavy.


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 | Iambic Pentameter | |

YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS

      YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS              
I'll be the wind that blows your hair
all of your days I will be there
in summer breezes, winter's freeze
I'll be the wind through all your trees.

I'll be the raindrops on your face
each drop that falls a warm embrace
I'll be each sunset there will be
and every star will shine of me.

I'll be your time that comes and goes
your morning toast and cheerios
I'll be in all your candle flames
and I'll be there at football games.

I'll be the wind that blows your hair
both here and there and everywhere
if I must leave to be with you
then leave I must and leave I do.


Details | Free verse | |

Are you my daddy

''Are you my daddy'' the little child cried.

''No I'm your uncle'' the grown up replied,

''Are you going to stay, or go away  like my uncles always do?''

'' I love your mummy I'll stay I promise you I'll do''.

'' Everyone loves my mummy,'' the child says with a sigh.

''Will you take me to MacDonald's and buy me a toy and take me for a ride?''

''Yes I promise, but I maybe away for a while''.


''Are you my Daddy'' the little child cried,

''No I'm your uncle'', the grown up replied,

''Are you going away like all my uncles do?''.............................................


Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Hand Poem

Hands…
My father’s hands are very twisted
They’re strong and built with lots of muscles
They’ve helped me learn
So many things as I have grown

In my life
They have helped me learn
How to ride a bike
They’ve helped me defend myself when needed
And I have come to realize
That without his hands to guide me
Through this world
I would not make it

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill
This was written by my daughter when she was nine.
One of the many reasons it’s great to be a parent :)


Details | I do not know? | |

-Sunlight, Moonlight, Listen To Your Daughters Calls-

Fogive me Mother, I have not forgotten your grace,
That saved me with your celestial light from the dark,
I still stand ready to walk one day in your place,
Still ready for the training I will need before this path I embark,
The rain still decends and with the worlds tears, it cleanses my soul,
I pray for it to come, chant to you my song, and wonder why it will not fall,
The earth still shares with me, and I learn from all that it knows,
If only dearest Goddess you would listen to my calls,
Dearest mother, after which I am named, do not take from me your gifts,
The war readys near and you have not time enough, to find a new leader for us,
I still walk your path as your namesake, Ma'mam I swear, I have not forgotten this,
Without your guidence I am lost and in distress,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Mother that I bless...

Forgive me my father, I have not forgotten your warmth,
That gave me life, through your brilliant light, 
And saved me from the dead, cold dark,
I still stand ready, as your child warrior of white,
The wind still whispers to me ancient tales,
I pray for the dreams and yet I cannot tell why they wont retain,
The fire still burns bright within the sky, and I follow its ember trails,
Dearest God, without your guidence I will fall in pain,
Oh Father, do not steal your visions from me,
Without them I cannot see, and my Guides and I cannot talk and agree,
We send to thee, oh Father, an offering of sweet petal potpourri,
Do not revoke me for I am one of those chosen three,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Father, and I shall act as your emcee...


Details | Free verse | |

The physical stuff

I know that when you are young your supposed to want to cling to your parents 
but when I was young all I wanted to do was be independent.

I didn't want to hold my mother's hands. I'd pull them away everytime she tried.
Whether is was to cross the street or simply be mother and daughter togther.
I didn't let her. Access was denied.

It's funny because now that I'm 21, All I want to do is reach out for my mother's 
hands but I'm grown now.

So I don't get hugged anymore.
I don't get the offer to hold her hands anymore. 
This time I would take it eagerly. 

Because I now know life doesn't give many second chances. 
My mother loves me of course. She shows it in other ways now.
I crave that physical touch more than anything else...

I get excited off of HUGS, AND Weak knees off of KISSES. 
        And SEX to me is two passionate souls diving into 
         each others bodies and colliding.


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Free verse | |

Our Eyes

Our eyes   (written in the style of spoken word)

My child hood is slipping away from me 
my memories fading in light of new.
Parts of me still lost in loam
searching for your face in fading grey.
     All I have left of you is me.

All I have left of your words
are imprinted in my soul 
so that when despair at our seperation
becomes to great
I can hold, caress, and run them through my mind
like the silk of the blanket you wrapped me in
and put around my shoulders 
to look in the water
and find your eyes
and see you
in mine


Details | Haiku | |

an exotic dance

an exotic dance
performed for the gentlemen –
mother cries


Details | Free verse | |

Girl of Mine

my bones ache
when I look at you
see you laughing
or see you with your
beautiful neck turned awkward
and the veins pulse
as you sleep
it takes me back
to think you grew
inside me so perfect
my best accomplishment
I gasp as you 
read to me
your voice bouncy
and curious
makes me beam
my chest fills so
full with pride
that it aches in the middle
where my ribs meet
and the small gestures
that define you
naive questions
or that head strong snarl
the need for space
that i recognize
or the way you ponder
the this and that
of things
make my bones ache
when i look at you


Details | Lyric | |

Wanna Be A Mom

My love
Sweet lover
Can't wait anymore

My heart
Fragile heart
Is seeming to break

My flesh
My blood
I wish to hold dear

A girl
Small girl
Named Lyla Shea


Details | I do not know? | |

A Mothers Gift of Suicide

Each drop that lay congealing.Hardened pools of hearts blood feeling.Stacked higher to a ceiling which is seemingly without end or sight of this sorrow swelling.I can't stop or staunch the sound of silence so keenly suicidal.Tapestries hung from the seething keening.See this warp and weft of weeping.Broken languidly so looming of a thread cut selfishly assuming.She took Her Life.The selfless one S
he gave to Me,when the Daughter that I am to Her,She who bore and gave to Me.The very same,exactly like in every way,each drop by drop . Lifes very blood I hold in keeping a Thrumming of My Mothers Weeping.Oh Mother Wherefore Art Thou?Dost Thou Hear Thy Childs Lament?In One Fell Strroke You Wasted Time.Every Moment That We Would Spend.The Only Thing of Worth To Me I See In Faded Things.Her Pictures are Like Memories That God Will Never Bring.As Answers Heard on Dead Deaf Ears, a Cacophony of Screams ,are all I ever Hear.Sorrowed Horrors That I Bear, Tolling Woe and Days of This Despair.My Mother Bequeathed to Me the Day She Thought To Teach Me the Only Answer That I Contemplate When I Feel That Lifes Unfair.I Think This Day I'll Take This Gift She Gave To Me When I Was Born.Born Up On My Cold Dead Hands and Show The Way She Truly Taught Me Truly How To Care. A Mothers Gift Of Suicide James Patrick Kail Tuesday November 6th 2012


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Cedar Chest of Memories

Music fills the air, as the  radio plays
Letting go of memories, bringing back forgotten faces
Daddy took that photograph...a captured you, a smiling trace
A magic moment....a magic day...
You gave me your cameo, that birthday in May...
There was joy in your face, while I posed dressed in lace...
Oh, yes.... here is that dress!  let me carefully place
Upon the bedspread....Mom,...are you watching today?....

The dress,.. still so lovely, ....we picked it together...
A bow in the back...and embroidery on the hem...
A sweetheart neckline, and a small rose on the breast..
The color of a pale sky...soft as a feather...
I wore this cameo.....now I wear it again....
As I fold this sweet memory,....back in the chest....







for Constance's contest "Italian Sonnet"


Details | Acrostic | |

HANNABELLE

written 22nd March 2001


H  is for the many "hearts you will break
A  is for the "appreciation you feel for love
N  is for the "never endless laughs we'll have
N  is for the loving "nature that radiates from you
A  is for "all the happiness you bring to my life
B  is for your "bubbly smiles
E  is for our "endless memories
L  is for all the "love you give
L  is for a "lifetime we have together
E  is for the "eternal freedom I give to you


         "Mummy's Thought's"

           So bubbly and bright
        You alway's have to be right
        Compassionate and sweet
          To everyone you meet 
           But never comparing
  To the mum, you are forever sharing

                                          with love


Details | Free verse | |

Woman from Congo

I am woman … 
WOMAN
Of Congo, 
Chewed, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 
Craving.

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on minerals – 
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN, 
Strong black woman.

I bought some views 
On black market; 
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …

It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.

One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute 
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.

I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN, 
Woman from Congo.


Details | I do not know? | |

This old wood school desk

OMG the smells of the woods and the old musky smells of the building, 
                  the texture and smells of a good book. 
The beauty in it all, wishing I could be a child again, but this time free, free from the
                             bondage's that once held me down. 
        The innocence ripped from the child sitting in this chair, 
                                 the only comfort she could find was in the woods. 
Mother Earth was her best friend, the one she ran to for protection and nurturing.


Details | Free verse | |

love and care

You are the sunshine 
On a cold day 
That warms my skin 
And makes me smile 
You are the starlight 
On a dark night 
That shines through 
And guides me 
You are the trees 
On a depressing day 
That soothes my soul 
And holds me tight 
You are my mother 
On every day 
That loves me 
And cares about me 
I am your daughter 
For the rest of my life 
Who will always love you 
And always follow your lead 
Without you 
I am a dark day 
I am a starless night 
I am a dying tree 
You hold me together 
You help me through 
And you guide me 
You are there 
When I need you 
When I yell at you 
When I push you away 
You will always be there 
And I will always be here 
Forever and ever 
With all the love and care


Details | Rhyme | |

A Look

A look is something only you possess, it is different than all the rest.  A look can
be good or bad, it can be one you wish you never had.  A look can be cruel or it
can be so lovingly and kind, looks varies from time to time.  Sometimes when you
are feeling happy and spry, a good look is in your eyes,  Your eyes will be cheery and
bright, why? because you are looking good and feeling alright.

Then There are days when you really do not care, then that's the look of wear and tear.
Also a look can be serious as can be, especially when you are making money.
Then there is the look of sadness and grief, especially wen something bad happens
suddenly.  

The look of love can also be there, especially if you have someone who really do care.
But this is the look we all long for,  the look of love and lots of joy.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!


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NUDE WITH BROOD

                         

Skin to skin, I hold my tiny daughter,
Curls brush my chin, a dampened delight,
Her small hand breaks the bubbles on water,
Nestled in my lap, her body so slight,
Our bedtime bath will soften coming night.
This cherub I wash, her skin pearly pink,
Ignores my flaws and knows not what I think,
She giggles, her toes tickle aging knees,
I’ll treasure this moment, lest the clock wink,
Aware of self: soft, loving, strong and free. 

We rise from the tub, both sleepy and warm,
I wrap her in a towel, kiss her face,
The mirror reveals all, my girth and form,
How broad now my hips and I’ll not erase
the marks of motherhood, almost like lace.
Gone is the girl, the flesh of ivory,
The framed mother is no Aphrodite, 
And yet from my reflection I’ll saunter
for my body is blessed and I can see
these purple scars are badges of honor.




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I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


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Grandma Christine

July 23,2007
          A GrandDaughter born , a Gift from HEAVEN
       8# 1oz , 20 1/2inches long 5:43 CST She was born
        She is the morning SUNSHINE every single MORN
    She is the Light of my day, She is the Star of my Night
    She is the one that sets my HEART  in a Heavenly Flight
      So much LOVE, JOY  puts a universal smile on My FACE
           God gives me a LOVE I will always Embrace
                    HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY ANGEL

           Dedicated to  Christine Wessels and Family
                         


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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 | I do not know? | |

To my mother

When laughter and pain have etched their lines
Upon your loving face,
When youth has flown to warmer climes
And gone without a trace.
When your footsteps grow much slower,
And twilight brings its calm,
I too my pace shall lower,
And lend my loving arm.

We will walk on in silence,
In the stillness of old friends,
Travelling the straightest road
With no more lying bends.

I’ll take your weight on my shoulder,
And lift the burden you cannot hold,
And tell you all I could not say,
In the silent way of the old.


Details | Free verse | |

MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS

The phone call went badly, again -
the old arguments about ego & neglect
and how you didn’t love me, not really.
And the weeping.
At 50, she was still stuck,
repeating the same accusations.
“The damage, the damage you caused.”
She didn’t want her mother to think
she’d come through it unscathed.
Not ever. She’d worked too hard to
become something she wasn’t,
someone must be to blame.
She was so clever, so clean, so intelligent -
how could she be so unhappy?
The unformed artist weighed down
by someone else’s baggage.
When her artist/mother said:
You have to work with it, use it, create with it,
she howled: “Stop talking over me.”
It was like saying get rid of yourself.
Knowing herself that well,
she hardly knew what she was.


Details | Rhyme | |

Battle of Struggles

He said, "I will never really know the struggles of a black man."
Well he has clearly forgotten that I have to be more than a woman.
You see I am mommy & daddy to a beautiful little girl.
I have to serve, protect and provide for her place in this beautifully crazy world.
I have to be the father my daddy and her daddy didn’t have the courage to be.
I have to carry that load all on me.
Not to mention, in heels to ensure I’m still keeping my feminine appeal.
With a smile and grace to disguise how I truly feel.
I have to embrace my own desires later, whenever that maybe.
Because I am committed to a greater cause, my family!
And because I’m still woman and that first, they still too discredit me.
Trying to conform and limit my abilities.
So that man shoe, I have definitely filled.
Because that man pressures, demands & etc I also feel.
And not just second hand like smoke.
As my journey includes different men with different strokes.
So the struggle is far from sexist and that I can respect. 
In fact, the struggle is how and where we all can connect.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

PORTAGE

PORTAGE
I know it is not ‘nothing’ but white men in Ireland and the few niggers (on the up and up) that come from Scotland to party in those Pubs. My ancestors on my great great great grandmother side were from the immigrant Irish clan; therefore, Haley, Creek Indian, married a white man. She had Cherokee and Blackhawk blood to. Her family flourished in lineage and the skin comes in all colors. Note this! We are called the colored Sexton’s because Haley’s great granddaughter married a Guinea. The story became we are the colors of the United States of America. O’ jealousy manifested and now, I am the structure of the colored Sextons! Our story will be told. Therefore, our belief and faith is transcendent via the Holy Scripture, In God We Trust! _________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 31, 2014!


Details | Ballade | |

TORN

written 5th april 2013

I sent a prayer, from deep in my soul
 it was answered, by our God
I was going to heal, my heart of sorrow
 but, she's not coming tommorow
Lies, lies, lies

I love you mum
 your actions, I do dispise
Hope, joy and peace filled my heart
 to hear "your voice say, you were coming to visit

Bouncing with such joy
 I felt like a child, receiving a new toy
Now tears feel my eyes
 you lied, you lied, you lied


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Late Comer

Spent and Battle Weary, the exhausted figure trudges the well worn path like the to-ings and fro-ings of some relentless seaside donkey. Utterly defeated,she resumes her rhythmic rocking, almost robotic in its ministry. No welcome here for this fretful form Out of time This usurper of liberty, predator of new found freedom, like the parasitic mistletoe as it clings to the enduring oak Consumes the spirit Outflanked by convention, choice simply a misconception, The woman capitulates before her adversary. The final shades of moonlight fade from the sky. The child, enveloped in the first vestiges of sleep, Surrenders its hold. The early morning sunlight precociously animates its shadowy dance; and Fairies cavort upon this tiny form, playground of elfins and pixies; the elixir, the effervescence in champagne. I brush the hair from the forehead of the sleeping child My heart is swollen No enigma here; only my daughter


Details | Rhyme | |

When I Die

Don't weep for the loss
I've merely swept across
Know that I am here
Always will I be near
In the way you walk
And the way you talk
Thru your words of strife
To guide you thru this life
In your beautiful stare
All the elements in the air
Running thru your veins
And whatever shall remain
Presenting thru your smile
And every lonesome mile
With every beat of your heart
You'll feel we're not apart
With every warming breeze
And the swaying of the trees
Thru your precious laughter
And every moment thereafter
In those mesmerizing eyes
Your mother is still alive
In each and every thought
Enacting what I've taught
Thru the precious moments
And every single torment
Thru every scent you intake
And each and every mistake
Your mother has not died
In your hearts where I reside


Details | Verse | |

Mum

To my Darling Mother
I would choose you over any other
God above did me a favour
Sending me to you….my saviour

The smile on your face
Your kindness and grace
Your protective arms
Your plethora of charms

I love the confidence you instil in me
I love the opportunities you allow me to see
You always hold me tight
Whether I’m wrong or right

You yell at me
You argue with me
You cry with me
You laugh with me

The support you give me is continual
Our fights we have are minimal
You will be my hero now and forever
As we go through life, our bond will never sever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
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Details | Blank verse | |

Nonna

When you leave me, nothing will ever be the same again,
You have taught me so much and your love was never ending,
I will never forget the way you smiled and the way you made the ones around you feel safe,
This poem may not rhyme, but the words I feel for you are not in any dictionary,
therefore rhymes are impossible,
you have been my rock, my reliable, strong rock, but now my rock is floating away and soon I will never see my rock again.
I wont lie and say everything was grand,
we have never really met eye to eye,
and we have hurt each other with our words, but words would never hurt our heart if we did not feel love,
that is all I feel for you,
love.
This is my love letter to you, my way of saying thank you,
thank you for the laughs and the cries and the ups and the downs,
this is my everlasting gratitude.
I love you.


Details | Ballad | |

All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.


Details | Ballad | |

butterfly

my womb, my heart
I feel you fluttering like a butterfly in
my womb, my heart
taking shape, form…in
my womb, my heart
you need/want to break free from
my womb, my heart
growing heavy and restless, you have outgrown…
my womb, my heart
I must eventually let go!
my womb has healed
my heart still bleeds
You’ll understand…once you know your womb, your heart…


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 | Free verse | |

Oh Mama

Oh Mama,
Your passion and your courage,
Are flowing through me.
Your love has traveled across eons,
And I recognize you as my mother,
So gentle and so kind.
My heart aches to you,
I feel as if you've always been there,
Oh Mama how I love you,
This distant just aint fair.
As tragic as a treasure,
Lost in sands of time,
The Fey would bow before you,
And recognize you as one of their kind.
Oh flower Mother,
I see you in my mind.
I meet you in the fields of wheat,
You teach me beauty with your mind.
Fragile mother, 
I protect you with my life. 
Moon giving Goddess,
Heavenly Saint.
So pure,
My Ancestor Joan,
Would bow at your feet.


Details | Limerick | |

Ma Dropping It Like Its Hot (Limerick)

Ms. Potter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
Ms. Potter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot


Comments:
How soon some forget that they were once young too. If the power of dance is ones 
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise.  One 
Love


Details | Haiku | |

pink joy

sunrise medium painted sky artist canvas welcome child to life


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 | Narrative | |

Looking Back

Dedicated to my children who have kept my dreams alive.

LOOKING BACK We can’t go back To the days of yesteryear To capture those lost feelings With those whom we loved so dear I am just looking back to see Where all of my dreams first start You know those deep seeded dreams Buried way down deep in your heart I’m not trying to revive a lost love That I once had forty years ago Or even trying to replace the twenty years Of not seeing my grandchildren grow There were times of much struggle Filled with pain, fear and torture It was the love I had for my children That developed my strength to endure My children only remember the 2nd set Of twenty years that have come and gone When they were all moving out on their own And when all of the grandchildren came along It’s like I was locked in a rock Throughout those 20 to 40 years Not able to see my grandchildren Filled my heart with so many tears The bitterness you feel towards me Is understandable and really okay My children, you all have the right To your feelings and to feel that way I have finally made the escape Since that rock has split wide open I want you all to know who I really am I haven’t changed at all, only my situation The gift of feelings we have in our heart Whether right or wrong, just happen It matters not what others may think We should let out our own self expression No feelings are really ever wrong In another’s view or even our own Our thoughts trigger our feelings inside The feelings we have are ours alone Looking back strengthens my heart Reminding me I want to pass along To all of you, just who I really am Before my time on earth is gone One day I hope you will realize With you I have always been Filling you up with that extra love You may have noticed you’ve been given You have all filled up Such a big part Of all the dreams Living in my heart My best friend Grace, reminded me That our feelings are meant to be and to last God wouldn’t put the dreams in our heart If He didn’t plan to bring the dreams to pass My dreams haven’t changed I am not letting them go They are for new adventures With new beginnings of tomorrow Now that I’m looking back I’m so glad to have survived I know now, my love for all of you Has always kept my dreams alive Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | Free verse | |

My Friend

	Mother, daughter, sister, friend,
She is all that and even then,
She is more than words can describe,
When I’m around her I get a good vibe.
	I love her even though,
She doesn’t like the words that flow,
Out of my mouth all day;
She always listens to what I have to say.
	She is someone that I love,
Her spirit’s gentle like a dove,
About me she always cares,
She hugs me anywhere.
	Mother, daughter, sister, friend,
I hope our friendship will never end,
Of one thing I am quite sure, 
I am really glad to have met her.
	She turns my frown upside down,
By sometimes acting like a clown,
She makes me glad that I’m still here,
To me our friendship is quite dear.
	I’m glad to have her as my friend,
Our friendship is strong like the wind,
And I end this poem at last to say,
I thank God for my friend every day.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother's Love

mom,
you fill my life with hope,
you fill my life with joy,
you fill my life with all the things,
you knew that I would need.
before I could crawl, walk or stand,
you were always there, lending me a hand.
before I could speak,
and all I did was cry,
you knew the thigs that would make the tears die.
you changed the dirty diapers,
and gave me my baths,
you dressed me in cute clothing,
and rocked me to sleep.
as i got older,
you tought me right from wrong,
you delt with my hot temper,
and my fits of rage.
you were always with me,
whenever I needed you.
on my first day of school,
when I wouldn't leave your side.
you were sure to be there,
until the tears dried.
and of course I got older,
and passed the crying stage.
and many years later,
when I was independent,
you were still there for me,
if I happened to need you.
and on the most frightful day of my whole life,
you were there with me,
crying by my side.
when the doctor told us,
that I was terribly sick.
you rushed me to the hospital, 
without a second thought.
as the news was delivered,
you held my trembling hand,
you guided me through the shots,
and all the mental pain.
you delt with all the sorrow,
the anger and heartache.
you held your chin up high,
so that I to could be brave.
and even now you help,
and guide me along.
and that is why you,
are an extra special mom.


Details | Free verse | |

A Blessed Summer

Summer is the season my Birthday comes around,
A special month, in my life, is August.

On this day, all of nature is happy and celebrating with me;
like my Mother that Special Day when she gave me Life.

Different birds sing their songs in the early morning.
The brilliant colored sun sets in the beautiful evening.

The warm wind quietly whispers to me through the leaves of the trees,
The smell of flowers congratulates me together with the breeze.

I never forget my birthdays in Russia; children around the tables,
My caring Mother filled with food, fruits, vegetables and sweets.

That summer my Mother and I were blessed by God together.
I received the Biblical name Lydia from my loving Mother.


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | Sonnet | |

Her Cultural Design

Feeling the thoughts that arise each passing day in life,
To be listened too, not to be chastised in given advice,
Wanting to be respected so real, not considered rife,
Affection daily, needing not much, desiring complete slice.

In love, I provide nurturing care when ailments occur.
In pain, I deliver daily chores wanting just sweet words.
In humor, I tell stories that may be enriched in a stir.
For these are feelings of my mind, not told for the birds.

I am not the only one belted in time by hormones alone.
However, my delivery of life challenges and stresses me.
I have intelligence, though many make me out, like a stone.
I have anger and strength, which I show in such deep degree.

I feel to be showed love, desire pleasantries from my other half.
I truly hate to be downtrodden, played as a joke in a laugh.


Details | I do not know? | |

American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


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Meanies (written by 9 year old)

Meanies
People who are always mean to me
And bullying me around
In the stupid world
People who are mean to me
Should get something back in return
Something mean and evil
And they deserve to die
In this evil world
And the only people I can trust
Are my Mommy and Daddy


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Damien's Lullabye

Hush little baby, it’s all right, 
Go on and get some sleep tonight. 
I will be here when you rise. 
Go on and rest your weary eyes. 

Hush little baby, don’t make a sound,
Remember me when I’m not around. 
I am watching you where you lie.
Quiet little baby, please don’t cry.

Hush little baby, don’t make a move,
Your body is mine to sooth. 
Take a breath, release it slow.
I will be with you wherever you go.

Hush little baby, hold on tight,
I'll love you with all my might.
I promise you that I will wait.
Arms wide open at Heavens gate.


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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.


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EMILY JO

written 22nd March 2001


E  is for the emotions you show
M  is for my little mother hubboard
I   is for your impatience 
L  is for all the love you send my way
Y  is for your way or no way

J  is for all the joy you are bringing my life
O is for the overwhelming passion you share 


           "Mummy's thought's"
       So placid and true
       Sent with eye's of heavenly blue
       Filled with so much luck
       For your alway's running a total muck
                                      with love


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Clother Her in Purple (Tribute to Corretta Scott King)

Clothe her in purple

For she must be dressed

Sprinkle her with gold 

Indeed she is blessed 

Adorn her with strength

And comfort her with love

Prepare her with wisdom

Always shine light from above 

Let her sing from the heart

For nations will hear her cries 

Tears for equality, justice, and peace

Escape her eyes

Faithful and loyal

She deserves her crown

While he unchained the dream

She helped hope take its place to remain unbound

Her work never ends as she manages her home

‘She must be praised’ her children confessed

Clothe her in purple 

She must be dressed


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BECAUSE OF YOU

BECAUSE OF YOU



Just when i thought things would get brought to the light. 
you hide their hands and pretend its all alright. 
My thoughts and memories are not a pa-sad. 
Hell, Its that part where you lie that makes it so hard. 
I remember that December some 8-10 years ago. 
You slammed my own mother across the living room floor. 
All of the brass so pretty on display. 
Ended up all over the floor in such a dis array. 
My brother and I ran in to see what was wrong. 
You all didn't pay us no attention and continued to carry on. 
My mama looked bad tears ran down her face. 
You then turn to us and your anger you displaced. 
I screamed stop and my little brother did too, so immediately i was angered and it was all towards you. 
You grabbed her again and a trophy was near by. 
i aimed for your head until you saw me out the corners of your eye. 
I hit you cross the back when you had her on the ground. 
You reached back and pushed me into the door and it made this big boom sound. 
You got up and screamed that i should just get out. 
I ran to the room and began pulling my things out. 
My mother said don't leave but i had taken all i could take. 
No matter whether a push, slap, or fussing it all was more than a mistake. 
I left that night with a feeling of great grief. 
I said my goodbyes and made it all just that brief. 
You may still deny it or think i should forget 
But you can never make my memories go away if you cant even admit the shit. 
My life is not perfect and never did i claim it to be. 
But those horrible moments changed a big part of me. 
My husband beat me too, and normal i thought it was. 
I just took what example i had and assumed it to be love. 
Now i have freed my mind and my soul. 
But i will always remember until that day i get old. 
You wonder why i never discussed it with you or brought the subject up. 
You would never discuss the truth and would really want me to shut up. 
So to this i stay away as far as i can be 
You will never understand what really inside of me. 
I am slowly getting over the hurt but the truth will always be. 
Call me when you really ready to discuss all this *****honestly.


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The need of trust

Not being able to trust me, 
Though truth is what I speak,
Wanting your trust is what I seek for.

A mother should always trust a daughter's words, 
As it is what a daughter yearns for , 
It brings tears to my eyes, 
To see you doubt what I say, 
Everything seems like a lie in your eyes, 
Yet, 
All I ever did ,was tell you the truth, 
Believe me is all I ask of you , 
Have faith and trust ,
In what I say, 
In what I do.

A mother molds a child, 
To be what she is. 
And
All I ask for , 
Is my mother's trust . 


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A Mother's Choice

Broken homes and broken bones
Dads are gone and moms on drugs
At the age of nine I'm forced to chase my mother in and out of abandon homes.
Never felt more pain until the day my mom offered me to some strange man.
What was done plays back in my head everyday.
Never thought my mother would love drugs more than me.
At that point in my life I knew everything was wrong, and my childhood gone.
I tried to quickly runaway until i hear a deep voice say, "DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP".
Very abusive, he grabs my hands and throws me on the floor.
My mother sat there as it happened. 
This strange man constantly raped me as I screamed and tried to get away.
My mother sat there and had nothing to say.


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Our Little Girl

The light I see
In your eyes
only when I speak of her.
Our little one.
She would have had your eyes,
your nose.
she would have had my hair 
and my my mouth.
Our little girl would have been perfect.
But that horrible day in July,
I cried and I hated myself.
That horrific day in July when I lost her.
My world broke down.
Now when I speak of her. 
Your eyes water up, 
as do mine.
But one day we'll see her. 
I promise.
Our little girl, 
is waiting for us.
I promise.
And one day,
she'll finally say daddy.
Our little girl.


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Without Her Knowing

She walks ~
Without her knowing that
She walks within my shoes
She talks ~
Without her knowing that
Her words are just as mine
She thinks ~
Without her knowing that
Her every thought is worshipped
She sleeps ~
Without her knowing that
I sleep because she sleeps
She dreams ~
Without her knowing that
Her dreams are my reality
She breathes ~
Without her knowing that
She is my every breath
She is ~
Without her knowing that
Without her I am not.
She lives ~
Without her knowing that
I live because of her.


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from mother to daughter

some mothers are so close to
their daughters, that they can
crack dirty jokes together, that
the daughter will come to mom
for anything---
certainly the result of mother
remembering what it was like to be
younger, spending the time with
her child in order to form an
unbreakable bond of trust & 
the want to not repeat the things
she hated that her own mother did
to her, or neglected, as the case
may have been.

can’t imagine that the birds n’ bees
are a hard subject to go over when
such a bond exists, where the daughter
is always asking mom about everything
from the first kiss to further involvement---
but still, what must it be like for
such a mom to wake up in the morning &
know that the innocence is gone?

is it easier for the mother who has a deep
bond, to know that her daughter is 
having sex, than a mother who doesn’t
have it together?  

certainly the ignorance of a child
might allow for less knowledge considering
the point & so what does it mean for the
both of them, when the innocence is 
gone?

a man cannot know---
he cannot look into a young one’s eyes &
know the same as the woman who has
given birth to this child,
he cannot step outside the young man
that he himself was---
all he has is the hindsight that those
particular days were wrought with raging
hormones & all the time in the world to
reap the benefits of being young.

when mother looks in her daughter’s eyes,
does she begin to worry more?
how much worry must past through on a
daily basis, before she goes to bed, before
she goes to work,
wondering if her child is alright?
&
how much of the time does she just sigh from
being overwhelmed &
sensory overloaded with stress
that never seems to relent
from mother to daughter &
daughter to mother.


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Living in Wait

Peering into the shimmering water
the image shown a reminder of her daughter
if she had only still been alive
her mother would not feel so utterly deprived

the image she sees are beautiful white wings
hope of her baby being an angel still clings
one day when death draws her ever so near
her daughter she'll join with not one ounce of fear

Tossing out daffodil's, oleander, and primrose
her feelings presented in this way surely shows
Watching the floating flowers brings peace
Allowing her grief to slowly cease 

by: Virginia Frayer





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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


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i dont want you anywhere near my apple tree

for in my spare time
yes, i would read
my final retrospect
to my dearest son, 
but oh precious dauqhter
"come forth" i'd say
shade your qrey skies with qreen
lose all memory of 'he'
i dont want you anywhere near my apple tree.
i now soar hiqh above thee
but before i reside here
know that i died near-this apple tree
i bit into the fantasy of life
a foolish woman i was, makinq no riqhts
so the pain left only to return aqain
thunder busted my eardrums
for my tears cried silently
in spite of me
you've returned
dauqhter leave this place


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they decieve
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                                                    to be continued.


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To Much Pain

This woman lost her son in a car accident and she never got over it,but she says her son still 
live's on with her through her daughter she see's him .She says thats thats the best thing of 
having twins they look a like so both of them are there.If somthing would happen to you I 
dont know what I would she said. She's over pertectaue and careing she wont let her 
daugther out her site,but oneday she got a important phone call from her mother saying her 
dad has passed away and she leaves clare home alone and a fire started,but clare cant get 
to the phone and she cant jump out the window because they live on the 36th floor in  a 
apartment so while clare is screaming for help her mother is on the way to her dads hospital 
room and crying and weepingshe get in the anthor phone call saying clare her daughter hsa 
been burnerd alive in a apartment fire and so she left to get in the car and she note on the 
seat of the car she didnt see before.

It reads,Dear mother i will do anything for you no matter
what we go through how hard things get i will always love you.
From:Clare

The woman passed out and her head hit the horn. An hour later someone see's her and rush 
back into the hospital and after she woke up she rushes to the car to see her daughter but it 
was to late they took her body away already.The woman and her mom  decide  to have the 
furnerl the same day and the day the furnerl came her mother went into a comea and the 
woman said she cant take ut anymore so she hang herself and after all her mother was just 
under stress.


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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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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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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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Happy Mother's Not

Thank you mother,
you birthed me,
you nursed me,
you fed and clothed me.

You loved me,
when seems, the word had loathed me.
I'd not want that love in vain.

However this is not your day.

Thank you mother, 
for your support,
and your optimistic sheen,
it's inspiring
and always has shaped the person whom I am.

But this is not your day.

It belongs to the greeting card companies.

Who've robbed another holiday.

Robbed it of all meaning, 
all substance and heart.
Robbed it of it's very soul.

Deformed it,
corrupted it,
chewed it up and spat it,
till it's obscure meanings long forgot;
faded into history, a mother's not.


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Dedicated to my mother, whom I love. 
Also dedicated to Julia Ward Howe who invented a holiday meant to end war and poverty.  And to 
celebrate all families.  Who died before her dream could ever be realized.

And...to Anne Jarvis who forced through the holiday, hoping to continue Howe's work and end war 
and poverty and create a better world for all,  only to see that dream shattered as Greeting Card 
companies and greedy conglomerates perverted it's ideals to nothing more then lip service 
dedicated to selling cards and candy.

To celebrate some mother's publicly, while other's have their health care raised and their social 
security stolen.  While single mothers have to risk their health and their lives to barely feed their 
children.  

This holiday is an abomination.  It doesn't celebrate motherhood, it degrades it. Women don't need 
to be celebrated nearly as much as they need a good world in which they can better raise their 
children.  A world in which they can feed their children. This holiday is a Mother's Not and so is this 
world.


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Love me why - Thoughtful

I've never time for me,
as I'm always thinking of others.
Busy being a mother, a wife and daughter too.
Always on time for appointments,
never like to keep people waiting you see.
I seem to put up with waiting for life around me.
I never say anything, I don't really mind.
I try my best to keep loved ones happy.
Favorite things, I know what they like.
And not forgetting coffee and cake with mum and dad.
I'll always have time for them.
I'm a shoulder to cry on and an ear to lend,
Hold my hand and talk to me, I'll be there.
I've never time for me,
except on Sunday's.
When I'll have a lovely soak in the tub with a good book.
And a do not disturb sign on the door.



By Emma Buckeridge
For contest : Love me why


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Lost and Found

Down the road, near the town,
No one knew where she'd be found. 
Stolen from her bed at night, 
Waking to find her gone was a fright. 
The window curtains blew gracefully in the wind, 
Their ironic dance of doom was a sin. 
The ladder was left among the broken glass, 
The kidnapper knew they would never be found if ever asked.
Down below a search party grew, 
But where to look nobody knew. 
Near the park where she loved to play. 
Under the bridge that lie close to the bay. 
Up in the tree house hidden in the willows. 
In the basement blanket fort snuggled in the pillows.
On the swings down by the old school. 
In the neighbors backyard swimming in the pool. 
But nowhere that they looked did she appear, 
Losing her forever was their biggest fear. 
They could still see her in their memories, 
But all of that was gone on the first gentle breeze. 
Weeping siblings and a mourning mom, 
Could to be that she was really gone? 
They lowered her down into the silent earth, 
She'd lived in this sleepy town since her birth. 
Nothing like this had ever happened here, 
So why her? Why now? It wasn't fair. 
The flowers where placed upon her grave, 
All through the service her little sister had been so brave. 
They all went home but things just weren't the same, 
What had happened had brought the whole town to shame. 
She died at the too young age of seven, 
Earned her wings and flew to heaven.


This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves


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Would You Rather

Sometimes I ask myself..
Is it me?
Or is it you?
Could it possibly be us?
How can I fix it..
 
I lie in bed and wonder..
Am I really the worst thing to ever happen to you?
Or maybe I’m the biggest mistake to ever enter your life..
 
Typical teen?
I really doubt it..
 
But there’s always these questions:
 
Would you rather I bring home Fs..
Suspension notices from school…
Maybe even expelled letters or something..
 
Would you rather me stay out past curfew,
Or wait, maybe never even come back home..
 
Would you rather me need a ride home from a party,
One that just got shot up?
 
Would you rather me continue asking for rides
Home from school..
 
Would you rather me bring home an extra mouth to feed,
Knowing I, myself, can’t provide for he/she?
 
Would you rather me find happiness in the streets,
Or continue to find it in my books?
 
Would you rather me continue spending time
In my room alone,
Or would you rather me go out,
Steal,
Smoke,
Drink n’ Drive,
& spend my time in a cell with ppl I barely even know..
 
Would you rather look at me and smile,
Thinkin “It Coulda been Worst”..
Or look at me & frown saying
“Where did I go wrong?”
 
Would you rather me ask you first,
Or sneak around?
 
Would you rather me,
Steal your money,
Or ask for it,
Knowing I’m not the only one you’re providing
For ..
But only to be confronted with the answer of NO,
& becoming engaged with rage…
Ohh wait! Or would you rather me,
Sit back,  & not ask at all..
Because I already kno what the outcome will be…
 
Would you rather me dawg you behind your back..
Or keep it all held in..
Cry from day to day and not even know why..
 
Sometimes I wonder… Am I really that bad ?
And Did I really become the biggest mistake you made?


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Nun In FRiar Small-Bro's Grave---Yard Part 1

The midnight clings to dwarfish kings 
While robot drones, adorning thrones,
       Kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard.
Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box
       Grace FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.	

The diplohacks, in melting wax,
Are swept along, a thriving throng,
       Just dying for a life...guard.
And Nun, alone, has beached their bones
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

Beyond the streams, a raven screams
At loser fish that swarm and swish;
       Nun gently drips her dreams...jarred.
There are no thanks along the banks
       Of FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

While FRiar smiles and prowls the aisles
The hierarch obeys his bark;
       His maw is oozing pure...lard.
He tells you who and what to do
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

Well, FRiar’s pets are in a sweat;
He calls the tunes near burning dunes
       And taps his cloven feet...charred.
They roast in rooms within the tombs
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

His myrmidons, they drool and fawn
While chanting verse near FRiar’s hearse -
       Extolling, wild, the van...guard.
Remote controls promote the trolls
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

With faces straight, in bent debate,
They compromise their empty lies
       With any passing re...tard.
Grey zombies groom white flies in bloom
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.


Small-Bro is Big Brother’s little brother.
 diplohack is a hack who excels in diplomacy.

  
Unfortunately, the common workplace is even worse, and that is no fantasy...
To be continued...


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Do My Children Know?

Do my children know how much I love them?
No, of course they don't.
They weren't allowed to know.

Do they know how intense the pain is,
to go forward,
while not being allowed
to be their mom, or their dad?

No, but they know the intensity of heartbrokeness,
while going forward,
without their parents,
whom they should have never been taken away from.

They know the depths of lack,
that they were never meant to know...
They know the fears and the terror
that a "supposedly good place"
will unmercifully and maliciously inflict.

They knew the courage, as babes,
that grown-ass folk
won't walk in.

They know that you can't trust
the government,
or the agencies,
or the people in those agencies,
that are suppose to protect them
and their family units.

How could they possibly know
the depths of my love for them?
When they are still
stuck there
surrounded by people
who destroyed
their family
and screwed with their beginnings?


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Mathematics of life

Iam just zero,
not a zest hero.
The one,
uplifts this none.
Made me a valued limitless ton,
and as a rising sun.


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

Mommy dearest


Whose job is it to teach and to guide
To instill in a girls heart
The lessons needed for life
A mothers touch is like no other

You were too young to know
How to train and show
Each child  to know
What is right and what is wrong

It didn’t need to be a song
And dance
Just daily guidance
Lessons would be learned
About the boundaries
Because my adversaries
Took my ignorance
As compliance

How do you say no 
When you’re not sure
If a hand on a knee
Or a hand up your skirt
Would lead them to think
That I was free
To be treated like dirt

There were times I needed a hug
But you would shrug
You are to big
For that sort of thing
Yet I would see you hug my sibling

Jekyll and Hyde
One minute hot
One minute cold
A mothers love
Who can tell
If what you get 
Will serve you well

I will not dwell on the past
I choose to cast
Those demons behind me
And embrace
A mothers love at last.









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Cradling Youth

I have felt everlasting bliss.
With beauty so uniquely rare,
a thousand glances; I do stare. 

Stealing my soul with just one kiss.
She doesn’t understand the spell,
she’s woven and crafted so well.

Her laughter sends my heart amiss.
Brining joy to my fruitless life,
a dancing heart without the strife.

How can one being cause such this?
A sphere of complex emotion,
entwined with love and devotion.

Our days of youth daughter, I’ll miss.
As you reach higher for the stars,
know the universe is still ours.


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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


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ONE BAD ONE GOOD

sister, sister, one bad, one good
one sister does what she should

the other sister fixed on detroying those around her
with only lies and horrible stories to share

parents in denial they only see the bad in the good one
and what's done is done

the one brother sees all and is too in denial
the good one wishing she was not their chiild

the good one wants so bad to escape this evil mess
the family hating her less and less
because family feels she too should see and forget

now the bad one has two daughters of her own
and she see nothing wrong

daughter, daughter, one bad, one good
one daughter does what she should

the bad daughter living by the sword
and still to this day this family is not on one accord


i ask when does this cycle end
my conclusion is when a mother is a mother and not a FRIEND


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Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


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Playtime

Wake up from your sleep
Its about time we reap
The happiness of the moment
Going on and on like a current

Lets go out in the sun
Its time we take a run
The rain will soon drizzle
Everything will soon frizzle

Today its so bright
Hold my hand tight
Imagine we can fly
Up and Up so high

As the clock ticks ten
Lets go into the den
I know as time slides
The pain will subside!


Details | I do not know? | |

I Care for You

you'll never be alone
as long as i care for you
Hear my whispers in the dark
my voice is clear and true
when darkeness comes
reach out for me
i'll light the night with stars 
so you could see
that you tried so hard
but it wasnt meant to be
you got so far 
you almost made it to victory
in the end
it was full of pain
it doesnt even matter
because that pain didnt stay
whenever you fall
i'll always catch you
when you've think you lost
i'll be there to remind you
you'll never be alone
as long as i care for you


Details | Free verse | |

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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Walk-away-athon

It sucks when you take off work for your daughters walk-a-thon 
But when you get there she only says “hey”  
Then you watch the other kids walk, hand in hand, with their mothers 
While your daughter walks away


10/3/11


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An Auntie's Duties

Moms and Dads are important in a child’s life.
I love kids but they are not what I see for me at the moment.
I have the love of many children 
Who all receive the love that my own would.
Hugs, Kisses, Care and Treats.
Their smiles keep me on my feet.
An auntie’s duties are never done.
From the headaches to the fun.
I wasn’t only blessed with the life of one.
More like the mighty group of five in my life.
From when they were born they are all I could see.
The love that they give is enough for me.
One girl and four boys is quite a challenge
But not for an auntie like me 
Because I got the power.


Details | I do not know? | |

When you outgrow your shoes

Just to sit and look at you,
To admire the person you have become.
To see how much you have grown--
Makes me happy and sad all at the same time. 
I am happy because you followed my directions,
And you are succeeding in your life. 
You have set goals and have overcome obstacles. 
You neve give up and you do the very best you can. 
It makes me happy when I see that smile on your face,
To hear your voice giggle and to know that I can still 
Hug and squeeze you like the little child you once were. 
But my heart is sad because
You can't walk and dance on my feet no more,
You cant sit on my lap and play pat-a-cake like you use to, 
And I cant carry you in my arms like I use to. 
You are growing up, and although there is a 
great big world out there for you to discover, 
Each new day is a new leaf turned , 
And an old memory put into the past. 
There is such a unique bond between a mother and her child,
It is too special to fathom or even explain. 
You want your children to grow up and become someone special, 
But you dont want it to happen too fast. 
And before you know it, their whole infant and toddler years 
Have flashed by in a moments time --
And you are looking and thinking back of when you use to 
Hold and cuddle them and sing them lullabies to soothe them to sleep. 
So, my dear daughter, although you got some time still to grow, 
When you outgrow your shoes and you have left home---
I will still be looking back and will remember
The person you were and the wonderful person
 You've grown to become. 


Alicia Griego 
10/04/06
















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The Umbrella

Raining, sloshing go all the kids The bus stop blocks away But a dear mother stands with her umbrella For the daughter on that rainy day She walked all the way over there That day the rain did fall She cared enough and gave enough For her Kids this mom gave all But the daughter was very rebellious And cringed to see her there For her reputation she thought was ruined The embarrassment she could not bare She was only thinking of herself Not caring about her mom So insecure of what others thought She got off and just stomped on Few words she said to her precious mom She didn’t want her there She walked right by without saying much The thought now is hard to bare For yes I was that spoiled young child And 40 years have passed I think about how wonderful she was And how our time didn’t last To have that day back with mom To hug her as I should And thank her for all the love she gave Tell her now that I understood For I have children of my own And mom is home with God I have that love a mother feels For her child and the path they trod Stepping back and looking at this It’s an example of Gods love For many times we walk right by Not knowing this love from above He is so precious, He is always there With an umbrella of mercy and Grace But as a spoiled child so many times We turn from his loving face Our Father in Heaven is by our side Through all the storms of life He calls our name to come to Him Few come and soon face strife…. “It’s not the right time for me right now” “My friends will not understand” “Just leave me alone this embarrasses me” “Hang on to your Great Plan” But Oh dear friend there will come a day When troubles around you flow Or His call you will not hear anymore Will you cry for His love to know? Oh mom was always there for me Even though I was so wrong Our God will always be there for you When you find where you belong Just as my mom stood there for me So much more God loves us so Oh get under His Umbrella of Love and Grace And His Mercy for you will flow


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With Eyes That Saw Your Shadows

The old men defile the little girls
their lurid charm stabs the fragile screen of innocence and ignorance

The fathers are traveled or dead or down, or never known
The mothers weep, hands in air hoping to grab something helpful

The young girls, like rat to hawk become clutched by predatory hands
The old men squeal, cackle, and trumpet their victories
vile names for the captured,the newly shamed are shouted in complete revelry
The tricked lost their chance at being children


This calls for a smile from the most sinister observer


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False Senses

Do you realize that you lost? Do you realize that I won? Or did you think it was a tie In your sick twisted mind? Stuck in your lies Concrete at your feet You never took a step You never made a sound When the gun was fired And I ran for my life Do you realize that you lost? Battered and tossed By your own malfunction Wires you crossed Leaning on a crutch From wounds self inflicted Do you realize that I won? Running like fire Brighter than the sun Autumn behind my head Summer in my eyes So near the finish line The reward is mine Or did you think it was a tie? Tangled web behind your eyes Wrapped in delusions Coming to false conclusions In your sick twisted mind Do you realize that you lost? Do you realize that I won? Or did you think it was a tie In your sick twisted mind? Stuck in your lies Concrete at your feet You never took a step You never made a sound When the gun was fired And I ran for my life


Details | Ballad | |

Angels fall first

 In a blink of an eye
 The angel appears on the sky
 I see the innocence in her face
 While she tries to fly with grace

 A broken wing under a devil skin
 Her face is full of lust and sin
 She can not reach the sky again
 She sinned so much she will remain

 She is so perfect for this world
 But she will stay, she gave her word
 Even the Heaven closed its door
 And let the girl sleep on my floor

 No more wings and no more grace
 She is a human in a place
 A place of beauty, joy and sorrow
 The girl won't stay until tomorrow

 The gates of Hell have opened wide
 To get the girl that sinned with pride
 There she will pay for what she gave
 Beauty, joy, sorrow and all with ave

 But will she ever meet again
 The one that crossed her path, the man?
 Will she have the everything
 Even though she has now nothing ?

 But the memories remain
 And they bring her joy and pain
 She fought the war and she has won
 And now she bears her unborn son

 The gates of Hell await the muse
 She wants not but she must choose
 The being that she will gave birth
 Will mum or she return to Earth ?

 A soul has fallen from the sky
 Born in a family, but born to die
 Which one is she, the she or mum?
 I do not know but she will come!


Details | ABC | |

Family Commandments

Family Commandments


Thou shall not pull thy sisters hair. Thou you shall chew thy food.
Thou shall not stay out until Midnight. Thou shall be in a better mood.
Though shall not answer me back. Thou you shall brush thy hair.
Though shall not wear that in public. Thou you shall behave in here.
Thou shall not give me cheek and run as fast as thou art.
Though shall not rush thy homework. Though you shall begin from the start..
Thou shall not scream at every opportunity no mater  if thy lungs be strong.
Thou shall not dance in tantrum. Thou you shall stay home where you belong.
Thou shall not eat me out of house and home. Though you shall get a job.
Thou shall not sit round like a bum. Thou you shall turn into a slob.
Thou shall not fight with your sister. Thou you shall give her a cuddle.
Though you shall not bunk away from school. Or Thou shall be in a muddle.
Thou shall not make noise while soaps are on, if you know what's good for thy ears.
Thou shall not blame your brother, Thou you shall see his tears.
Thou shall not ever worry, Thou I am here for you.
Thou shall not ever be sad. Thou you shall be happy It's true.
Thou shall not ever fret, even though we shall have our fears.
Thou shall never be alone. Thou you shall know we care.
Thou shall always have a life, Though u shall be happy and care.
Thou shall not have a problem alone. Thou you will know we are near.
Thou shall not take for granted, That shall be full of pride.
Though shall never wish for more, with thou family by thou side

By Shirley Moody


Details | I do not know? | |

Another Year On

So many things that go around,
Yet in this crowd there is no sound,
The world seams dead and void inside,
And I can’t seem to run and hide.

I hear her screaming out for help,
She gives a final wounded yelp,
She hits the floor and eyes turn black,
Now she knows she can’t turn back.

Those left behind hide up and die,
No one ever wants to cry,
The tears of blood cause too much pain,
Our poisoned hearts are not the same.

As your body dissolves to ash,
The whole world changes in a flash,
No more happiness for us to share,
No more mother to love and care.



Details | I do not know? | |

Graduation Day

Her eyes dancing with excitement
The joy cannot be contained
Today is graduation day
My sanity regained!

Her red gown pressed so neatly
Cap perfectly on her head
Tears are coming to my eyes
No matter what I said!

Call her name, Come on let’s go!
Across that stage so brave
One hand open, One hand up
Tell me she’s not going to wave!

The crowd goes wild for my little girl
She blows kisses to us all
Hands are waving in the air 
Please look out for the wall!

As she disappears from my sight
Her big debut’s been made
I can’t believe it’s finally over
Here we come 1st grade!


Details | Free verse | |

'MYOB"

MOMMA MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS 
TAKING ADVICE I WILL HAVE TO THINK
TWICE,
MARRIAGE IS A WONDERFUL INSTITUTION
THE PASTOR KINDLY REMINDED US OF THE
THREE FOLD CORD AND IT EXCLUDED YOU.....

MOMMA MIND YOUR MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS
I KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN DOWN THIS ROAD AND
YOU DON'T WANT ME TO MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES
THANKS!................


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Spin

I spin the wheel of time,
in hopes of returning again,
to an infant stage of my life,
of false hope too plenty to explain.

I’ve cast my three free wishes,
to a fabled Genie I’ve cried.
I’ve asked him to release me,
from this guilt and suffering inside.

I’ve tossed a million pennies,
into a fountain of youth I plead,
to return me to that delicate era,
planting mother and daughter’s seed.

I’ve carried this white rabbit’s foot,
in a pocket of grief and regret.
Searching my hatred for salvation,
for motherly deeds I’ll never forget.

I’ve searched the meadows and found,
as many four-leaf clovers I could collect,
longing for eternal retribution,
for the scars and injuries that infect.

I’ve went to see the Wizard,
and begged for another chance,
to be a young mother to my daughter,
for her heart to forever sing and dance.

But sadly nothing changed,
the hands of time don’t stop.
They won’t reverse into the past,
because of an age you wish to swap.

Disappointed and frustrated,
I fell to my knees to pray,
for the sins of guilt and suffering,
that plaque my life every day.

And as I felt like giving up,
I heard Him say to me…..
Don’t try to reverse past history,
who you are now, is who you should be.

* Just a wish to reverse time, and go back to when I gave birth to my first daughter, at such a young age. Knowing what I do now, I could have been a better mother, and more focused on motherhood, than myself. The guilt of "not being there more" for her has plagued me every day of my life. Though I can't reverse the past, I could never love her more than I do......she's amazing.


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.


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The Miracle

The baby lay on her bed,
A satin soft pillow under her head,
Pretty, pretty little brown eyes,
Rose bud mouth to say, "bye, bye".

There was no doubt that she was ill,
Skin so pale as she took her pill,
Soft brown eyes no longer happy,
Rose bud  mouth to weak to cry.

Sweet little fingers quiet and still,
Golden curls wafting 'round her face,
Tears rolling down her parents' cheeks
For they had been praying for two, whole weeks.

Then the miracle happened, late at night,
God spared her the Dark Angel's might,
Sweet little lips, now laced in smiles
As once again, she shows her wiles.











Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


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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 | Quatrain | |

Natalie at 14

Watching her grow and remembering me
As a teen of changeable mood.
Seeing her thrive and thankfully so - yet
As her parent I’ll need to stay shrewd.

From a spiky-haired smiler at 7 months old
To a graceful and slender fourteen.
She has bloomed through the years in so many ways
That even I could have never foreseen.

When I was her age, I thought I was so smart
And, in some ways, l see now I was right.
Now it’s her turn to venture further into the world – 
Face big choices when out of my sight.

True, babies will test you in myriad ways
Utter dependence, refusal to nap….
Dealing with food, diapers, doctors and daycare
Juggling those almost seems like a snap.

For next week, my first baby heads to high school
Whether or not she and I both feel ready.
But I know she’ll do great (even envy her some) 
May she be ever brave, kind and steady.


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.


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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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.


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A Dedication

Inspiration Admiration
you who are my only one true creation.
I write this to you as a dedication.

My life now has purpose
I no longer live on the surface
through you I have gained insight
I now see the light.

Although the tides have been rough,
I can not imagine a life lived without you
It simply would not be enough.

You are Gods greatest gift to me
You are everything I never knew I wanted.
You are my perfect family.
In you I have found sanctuary.


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 | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


Details | I do not know? | |

The Other Woman

My muddied, motherly eyes I turned away
When he looked at her in that lustful way
Drowning my voice as my tongue I silenced
She was my shield against his violence
I had so devalued her existence
That from me he got no resistance
When on her tight lips his kisses landed
To her, the fault I scornfully handed
When timidly upon his lap she sat
I knew his manhood was eager to chat
I saw the smutty sneaky little snake
Her innocence he was ready to take
When I chose to ignore his erection
I packed away parental protection
She was the prey I threw into his cage
She could absorb his penetrating rage
I knew fear was his aphrodisiac
With her tears she begged for him to attack
Excited, his entrance was really vicious
To him, her agony was delicious
He filled her with soul stealing suffocating shame
The devil’s spawn, she was the one I blamed
When he drifted, he slithered into her bed
Dreaming of the day, when she would drop dead
She was the other woman, my rival
I had no regard for her survival
When his heavy fist fractured her fresh face, 
I was glad she was there to take my place
Into her spirit I twisted the knife
Taking from her everything but her life
In his wrath I left her alone to drown 
Abdicating my maternal crown


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Many Families Are In Difficult Situations

I’ve seen many families in difficult situations!
Often ending up in lies and false accusations!

I’ve seen many families stray way off course…
And tragically, often, end up in a divorce!

I’ve seen the hardships that many families endure.
Their faith has often been shaken. 
 That’s for sure!

I’ve seen many families trying to give 100 percent.
And then wondering where all of their time went!

I’ve seen all these things happening
 and much more!
I have wondered; “what is all of this happening for?”

I’ve just one thing to say in this “chaotic confusion.”
Only the blood of Jesus gives
 any hope or solution!

It’s only in his word, we’ll find a godly direction!
His Holy Spirit can give true and loving correction!

May we seek his spirit to bind us all together!
And pray for his blood for our protection forever!

Please come Lord Jesus, and refresh our soul!
We need you right now, to make us whole!

Please touch our heart, and make us all one!
And heal every father, mother, daughter and son!

Please help us to watch what we’ll do and say!
You can turn our darkest night
 into the brightest day!

By Jim Pemberton


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It's Time

Theres a momment when you  realize your not a little girl anymore.

Mommy and daddy arn't there to run too.

You have to make your own choices.

Your finely free.

You get to do what you want.

No one setting rules for you...

Your life is perfect...

Right?

This momment is the one you've been waiting for...

But now that its here...

Your eyes are getting teary...

Already longing for the "good old days"

The good old days where...

Mommy would sing you to sleep...

Daddy would rock you in his lap when you where scared...

You knew you where safe...

You didn't have to worrie about being judge...

You knew when you got home there was someone to love you...

That was the good old days...

Now its time...

Time to go...

Go out on your own...

Alone...

Its time...

To go out and start a life of your own...

All grown up...

You're not a little girl anymore...

It's time...

You're ready...

To start a life of your own...

Little girl...

Farewell...


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.


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Believe

Mothers say their daughters are beautiful.
Are they supposed to?
Is it an unspoken rule?
But, of course,
not all mothers do that,
some say it as it is,
Straight to your face,
''You're fat and overweight,"
and they don't care,
but your feelings are hurt.
They say, "youre ugly,"
bold but its true,
because they do say that,
Some try to get rid of the blemishes,
some try to fix the teeth,
but some just ignore their children.
It is a shame,
how things are changing.
Maybe that's why there's so much suicide,
Girls care too much,
about other people's remarks.
They need to know who to listen to.
And not take all insults to heart.
People may insult you,
but its because they're jealous,
they try to break your self esteem.
But girls these days need to listen to their own heart.
Believe in themselves and their ability,
abaelieve and pray to God,
Because in God anything is possible.
                  xxx


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The Nightmares

Nightmares that come are so bad I'm  afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak

A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate

Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died

Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead



(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old.  Back then people used 
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor.  The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed 
her and the next morning she was dead.  The  doctor who examined  the corpse said that 
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)


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Little Ones

Little ones, just close your eyes.
I'll sing you off to sleep.
And while you dream, you'll
hear my voice.
Soothing, loving, unique.
My little ones, I wish you
rest and calmness,
little souls.
For my warmth and love
will shelter you,
for the rest of your existence.
You will always be my angels,
no matter where you are.
Gone too soon, but loved
incredibly.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Hate

I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times
I hate that the real *****es hate me
I hate being cautious so they don’t ***** about me

I hate that I cry over everything
I hate that people know I cry over everything
I hate that I hide from them anyway
I hate that they actually don’t care 

I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year
I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that
I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him
I hate the fact that he’s all I really have left

I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn’t care about me
I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me
I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn’t be bothered
I hate that, in my eyes, they don’t deserve to be called mum and dad

I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father
I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day
I hate that they left me closer to my father
I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer

I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me
I hate that I feel like I’m a third wheel
I hate that I feel like my friend’s don’t trust me
I hate that I feel like I can’t trust my friends

I hate the feeling of loneliness
I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine
I hate that I write to create a better life than my own
I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented

I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor
I hate that I had to make a role model for myself
I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be
I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to

I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention
I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade
I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention
I hate that I am relied on because of my grades

I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body
I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age
I hate not being trusted upon
I hate people treating me as a kid

I hate not telling people how I feel
I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier
I hate not being able to share how I feel with people
I hate being scared that they won’t care.

I hate people judging me
I hate judging people
I hate that feeling of giving up
I hate the feeling of losing when I didn’t give up

I hate the choices I have made
I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream
I hate people thinking they are so much better than me
I hate the fact that they are right

I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend
I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me
I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life
I hate that it has fallen apart

I hate hurting the people I love
I hate them not loving me anymore
I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people
I hate the fact I do it anyway

I hate knowing that I do all of this
I hate knowing I hate all of this
I hate trying to change it
I hate that I am not able to change it

I hate that I try not to give up hope
I hate knowing all hope is lost
I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway
I hate knowing I failed at that too

But most of all

I hate not being able to express this until now
I hate that this still won’t change a thing
I hate thinking that it still might
I hate knowing that no one cares


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For Women

The modern day women of today are abused and tortured.
Not the physical of scars and wounds,
but the mental of intellectual suffocation.
What man can say: I am the bearer of life.
show me your proof and I’ll show you a liar.
What man can step forward and say: I was not born from a woman.
What man can say: I did not spend 9 months in their mother’s womb.
The truth is plain to see.
The hatred for women is bitterly unjust.
 
We should not simply acknowledge our women,
but understand, respect and love our women
for they are walking sanctities of wisdom and truth.
How can we celebrate life without saluting our wonderful women?
The nurtures of time; past, present and future
and still we choose to cast authority over them.
This general consensus of ownership must stop.
There is nothing weak in acknowledging a female heart.
As a man it is not a crime to say; I love you mother. 
I love you sister. I love you wife. I love you friend. 
 
On my behalf, I will respect each and every woman
regardless of if she respects herself.
Yet in time,
I know she will grow to love her own.
Valuing her every curve, acquired intellect, 
display of heart, and ounce of spirit.
As a beautiful and insightful woman,
in time she will grow to love herself,
love her eyes and love her soul
Just as I will accordingly do.

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Details | Lyric | |

Being Strong

Daddy shut his eyes and cried,
each drop echoed in the waiting room,
the hollow halls echoed
babies crying.

Daddy shut his eyes and cried
his stern eyes looked away
and I asked him, "Daddy why are you crying?"
no reply.

Daddy shut his eyes and cried
not knowing what to do,
I danced in crinoline proper-pink,
first dress Daddy bought,
one I wore to see his smile.


Daddy shut his eyes and cried,
looked at me, smiled,
and gave me a bear-hug
"Your Mom's going to be okay"

Daddy shut his eyes and cried
the clock ticked twice,
out came mom in her wheelchair,
and Dad's eyes dried.


Details | Narrative | |

Her Personal Curse (Part Two) *warning, graphic in nature*

I felt his fingers bruising my flesh, tearing me till I bled onto him.
He made me taste it for him, I thought this would be the night I died.
Panic seized me anew when he settled between my thighs and pressed in.
A pain like none of his blows seized me, as he pinned me where I lye



I began to fight him again, digging my own nails into his shoulders.
It didn’t seem to anger him anymore as he pushed sending fire through me.
He let me scream now, and the bed banged the wall, but nobody heard.  
All I could think about was my mother in the next room, oblivious to my screams.

 He pound his member deep inside me as I gasped and begged him to stop
I called him by his name, and still, his hands grabbed hard as he continued to thrust.
Some of the pain subsided as he took me, I must have slowly slipped into shock.
I felt his hot release inside of me, as I lye under this man I once thought I could trust.

Spent and dripping sweat, he fell down against me, crushing the breath from my lungs.
I felt his lips suckle my neck, as he leaned off to knead my breast.
I lay limp as he kissed me, I could still taste vodka on his tongue.
I lay there being fondled by my mother’s 28 year old house guest.

He hardened again against my thigh, while he continued exploring my body
He murmured empty words to me before flipping me over onto my stomach.
I tried to get up and crawl away but he pushed my head down from behind me.
I screamed against the mattress while he took me, preying for it to go by quick.

It was dawn before he left me, aching and soiled down to my bones.
I curled up onto the mattress after he told me no one would ever believe me.
I was stunned that this could happen to me in my own home.
I thought of my mother sleeping in such close vicinity.

She must have left and I didn’t hear her, I thought. I didn’t want to face the fact
That she had been there, steps away while I begged and pleaded for rescue.
But as I painfully left my bed to prove to myself that she wasn’t there to stop the attack,
I stepped out into the hallway and heard her snoring, the door left open to her room.

Passed out on her own bed, left as vulnerable as I had been left, she was untouched.
While I was riddled with bruises and blood, scars inside that would never heal.
I ran to her shaking her awake to tell her, wanting to be consoled so much.
She looked at me, still drunk, as if wondering how she should feel.


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Baby Chanel

                                You have entered my life 
               and have made such a remarkable difference!
                   Your gentle warm smile erases all my cares
        and your bright brown eyes radiate hope of a bright future
                           " You're one in a million"
                         a rare and costly diamond.
            You're truly a blessing, a gift from heaven.
            You have a permanent place in my heart
            and my love for you will never diminish
                    You're my precious baby girl
                                     Chanel!


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 | 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 | Lyric | |

Someday Baby

Forever and
Ever it seems
You lie
Inside me.
Holding my
Heart. Curled
Into a tiny
Cocoon,
Where you wait
To discover
Light.


Details | Lyric | |

Mother's Point of View

I cry every night but I don't know why.
I wait for my husband in solitude until I hear the doorbell ring.
It's my husband!
I guess we'll have a bite or two.
I open the door and it isn't him.
I start to cry but I don't know why.
I've done my fair share of crying but as my friend puts her arm around me, I start to
shiver and weep even more.
My daughter my daughter! I want my daughter back.
It's been too long.
She couldn't even see her little brother graduate from eighth grade.
My daughter. My poor daughter can't even see her kids.
My beautiful grandchildren may never see my mother's radiant face.
I can still hear her, " Honey, don't be afraid but I may die before too long."


Details | Free verse | |

God Rant

Why, God? Why?
Are you lonely? Do you not have enough
company? You mean to tell me
that it is so empty up in Heaven that you just
had to take my daughter’s mom? At 38 years old
you just had to have
her, didn’t you? I can picture it; all that room and
you’re just thinking, “Hmm, you know, I think I
need to make someone suffer for
a couple of months in front of her 8 year old
and 13 year old daughters, then take her
and have her up here to keep me company.” Yup,
I figure that’s pretty much what
You were thinking. Why else would you take
her? You needed a nurse that badly? She was a
good nurse in her day, you know. And
you forced my little, now 9 year old daughter to
be a nurse, taking care of her mom during the
months you saw fit to make her suffer. Yeah,
that was real necessary, huh? I suppose that’s
part of her training or her maturation process. How
much do you require of your subjects? What
price worship? Do you need blood to love? She’s
only nine years old! Why did you take
her mother? 
Why God, why?


March 29, 2008
We have rebounded well from this loss. My daughter is
happy and strong. I have since forgiven God and he
has forgiven me.


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 | Senryu | |

Lost Forever

Casey Anthony--
found not guilty, yet her child
is lost forever


Details | Rhyme | |

Bosnian Proverb

"Infants drink milk"
From the hands and breasts of their mothers
When such small bottles are called our babies.
"Children drink blood"
From the wrists and necks of their fathers
As these vials struggle to be men and ladies.


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 | Narrative | |

Today Is September 1 2007

On this day 16 years ago a beautiful baby girl was born.
As I cried they took her away.
My grandmother watching as if nothing were wrong.
Photos came for a brief moment then stopped
She was gone never to be herd from or seen.
It seemed as if she just vanished.
The agencies said her new family had moved.
No forwarding address to be found.
They apologize for the inconvenience.
Trying to convince me not to give up hope.
Hope what is this, something I find hard to have.
Years have come and gone and not a word.
The last photo I reserved she must have been 3 or 4 years old.
My search it still continues today, 
but not a trace of her or her family do I see.
On this the anniversary of her birth
 I still cry for the loss of my baby girl I bore so long ago.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wild Spirit's Bondings

Through lush green hills of sweet dew grass,
under skies of blue and soft cotton puff clouds,
she roams wild and free.
True to her blood line, ancestry and futre,
she relishes in what she's surrounded by,
all things great and small.

In the meadow valley, her spirit is shared,
with a part of her and her mate,
a little replica of her younger years.
Full of pride, love excitment, joy,
protectiveness, posessiveness, fullness,
her mixed emotions show in every muscle.

Through sunlight forests of darkness,
lush vegetation and isolated meadows,
together they play, run, graze and relax as one.
Spirits combined, yet seperate,
nuzzles, nudges, and head-on-back hugs,
compassion between two of one.

They share ancestry, blood, family,
land of no limits, endless vegetation, 
mind, body and spirit. It's a bond between mother and baby,
something that can't be touched
but can be broken and fixed,
And is unique in every relationship.


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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Wish You Were Here

We never think our lives,
are in vain.
We always believe we have purpose –
even amidst the pain.
Wish you knew.

It’s hard to watch a loved one stumble,
and drift away.
Yet, it’s more difficult to watch the misery –
while you try and make them stay.
Wish you cared.

I imagine the good years, was it reality
or some sick dream?
I consider the happy times,
were they what they seemed?
Wish you had stayed.

We weren’t enough to mask the misery –
or hide your resentful eyes .
In the end we weren’t your happiness –
weren’t important, life-long ties.
Wish you were happy.

We’re a vacant shell of memories,
darkened with a cold, distant emptiness.
We’re wretchedly dying inside daily –
our broken hearts you will forever possess.
Wish you were here.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Ain't Dreamin' of a Daddy

I'd like to do so much
With you
But that's
A hell of a lot
To ask of
A drinking man
Father-Daughter Dance
Huntin?
I'm from the South
And I ain't ahamed 
To say I ain't dreamin'
Of a Daddy
I got all I need
I got my Mommy
She's just as good 
And better
She's a fighter
We can live
Without you


Details | Rhyme | |

Back To How It Was

Look into my eyes
and tell me what you see.
Do you see who I am
or what you can make me?
Do you see the pain
or the fake happiness
expected of me
I know we can't go back
but can't the future be better?!?!?!
I don't want to resent
my own mother forever!!!
I know I've made
my share of mistakes.
But mom, here me out!!!
I'll never be perfect!
Please don't turn your back.
 I can't believe it's so hard
just to talk to you,
but you don't understand!!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Nine Meters to Centimeters:Evolution of Sari

The sun sets while the loyal footsteps
of a shadow enveloped in a drape of rudhira
walks down from one corner of the house to another
in obedience. Multiple jobs and multiple voices call
out her name every second, asking for a lifelong performance.

Happiness in the smiles of others, the belief
that is carried; ingratitude is ignored.
Selling pieces of herself for
their sake, vaulting the tears in a closet and wishing
for the dawn to come sooner.

The image of her likeness stands up,
and cuts the cramp of her sheets of toil,
metamorphosing it into a modern art,
walking down the streets under the
sun of liberation.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



Details | I do not know? | |

Please Remember Me Mom

Mom, i just wanted to let you know i care for you
mom, i wanted to tell you that 'i love you'
mom, i want to tell you i dont want to see you leave
but if you do, please remember me.

Mom, im happy because your happy
mom, im here for you because your here for me
mom, i wanna stop time so you wont get old
but if you do, please remember me.

Mom, today is your day
mom, live it to the fullest
mom, i hope you dont take it out of hand
but if you do, please remember me.


Details | Rhyme | |

KiddieKat Crawl

Pitter Patter kitty's natter,
meow on the wall
eight to go after the fall-
what a whisker risk-er!
And such a minxy tinker!
The paws at the door
straight to the cupboard crumb
sneaky biscuits for the tum,
and into the hall a cry "Mum!-
What's for dinner?"


Details | Tanka | |

Absenteeism

We agreed on this
I stamp on your toe, slyly
You cannot feel it
Eyes on what you want the most
This is why you kept me home.


Details | Free verse | |

mom versus the gym teacher

I don't know racism
but I do know

that woman
screaming 
in my face

well, I didn't stand for that
even if I had to grab 
the neighbor's kid
to translate for me

that woman
looking down
on my Chinese face
I had Julia write 
a Formal Complaint
the principal agreed
and did nothing

a weak woman
just imagine if I knew english

the hardest thing
was letting them walk on us
timid and quiet Chinese

hah!

no Chinese in government
no social services
no translators
I came too early


Details | I do not know? | |

Outside Looking In

From my view, outside looking in
He sees a mother who without the help of a man cares for her daughter in the still darkness of night
She wakes her daughter with smiles, games, and all the love she desires
He sees the love and gentleness that she expresses toward her daughter even in the shadows of tribulation this world has put on her.
She selflessly lives without her previous desires 
He sees her work all day and through the night doing what God intended for two.  Cooking, cleaning, teaching, inside, outside, up and down
She is relentless seeking the best for the reason,   her daughter
She thinks that no one knows, cares, or understands. She thinks God placed the entire world on her shoulders
Because she is strong enough,     but she’s wrong
He sees a child who never wants to leave her mother’s side, she is safe there, she knows her mother’s desires, her view isn’t obscured, unlike her mother’s view
Her mother has been mistreated by man, who was supposed to be the image of God
He sees a child who needs her mother; she needs her mother to trust God, not man. She needs her mother to completely understand the unfailing LOVE of Christ
He sees a daughter who will be, by no mistake, exactly like her mother 
He stops 
He sees a man in the mirror that He would never be
He really wants to bare the burdens of three
He has been in the shadows of tribulation, he’s been that child in the stillness of that same night, he never thought anyone knew, cared or understood at all
He sees that man in the mirror was wrong
He has read about a love that never fails or dims. He now feels that love from within. He finally stop believing the lies he was told.
He hopes I get the chance to teach what I have been told.


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Newborn

Awake crying in the darkness
Hungry must be fed
Nursed, changed, swaddled
Rocked and laid gently into the bassinet
Lonely wanting to be held
Awake crying in the darkness


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother Dear

To take a chance as of now I say
To where I stand on the very day of May
To lay aside the annoying wakes of day by day
To listen to your un ending words of sunshin ray
 
I Know I gave you a thousand cries of pain
The joy I have out of the directory's bane
You cradled my smirk of an unknown diver's main
The setting of an untold life's precious game.
 
Smiles urns of death I once dreamt
Changes of lanes down crystal brunt
Of someone depriving to emolient's grant
Once known radiance where ashes was burnt.
 
Asked to turn where eyes of brave were seen of gold
Arms of reached uphold story of the bold
Flew as to tell upon the book was never told
As I tell Mother dear, this sculpture your hands has mold.


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Why Did I Give In To Temptation

Giving In To Temptation...

I remember of a particular situation.
I was offered a very "inviting" temptation.

The situation I was in... I didn't belong!
And lost any sense of 
"right and wrong."

At first... I felt no guilt or shame.
And brought embarrassmen
 to my family's name.

I tried to explain this to
 my wife and kids.
I heard; "Dad... please... 
  no more fibs!"

The Godly principles were 
"tossed to the side,"
As the sin inside caused 
arrogance and pride.

Soon, all in my life that truly mattered.
Was all gone... and my life 
was empty and shattered!

I was sorry for all of the 
problems I had caused/
This time... I took a moment to pause/

I cried to God to rescue me from my sin.
And confessed.  Would God help me once again?

I read in the Bible of our
 saviour's grace and love/
This time the help I needed had 
to come from above/

I asked him for a fresh and brand new start.
He removed the stain from a broken heart.

He restored to me the joy I once had.
I'm so thankful... Jesus has made me glad!

YOU--Jesus--are the reason I'm here today!
I LOVE YOU! More than words can say!

By Jim Pemberton


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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.


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What Kind Of Life Have You Been Spending


You know that another year is ending. What kind of lifestyle have you been spending? Does it just seem like "you're walking on a cloud." "Everything's going good." You're very proud! You have a family, three cars, and much wealth. Not counting all of your friends... Plus good health. Have you thought about who made all of this possible? Jesus! You may find this to be "improbable." The Bible says that every good gift is from God on high. His word is true Don't listen to a lie! It's surely not just because of you that you have all of this. To go along in life, rather "happy and bliss." The next time you're heading out your front door. Think about the meaning of life. And what you're here for! Lay your treasures up in heaven... and you shall find. A godly contentment. True joy. And a peace of mind. The blessings of God... In you... He wants to pour. Give what you have to him... And then you'll have MORE! By Jim Pemberton


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What makes a great mom, dedication to all moms

What makes a great mom, 
Is love from the heart. 
You’re a great mom. 
We try our best,
To raise our children right. 
Teach them wrong and right. 
Guide them in the right direction. 
Even in the good and bad times, 
We still love them with all are hearts. 
They have our hearts, 
Even when they grow up. 
A love from a child is forever, 
It’s a gift from god,
Also the greatest love. 
We raise our sons and daughters right,
It shows and will always show. 


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 !


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elected

home land my claims my status false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines, to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....


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Nun In Friar Small-Bro's Grave---Yard Part 2

Continuation
With ghouls, unlearned, no stone’s unturned, They burnish blame with Nun’s proud name And leave the midnight sky... scarred. They raise their hats to copy cats In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. The rumours spread amongst the dead - Nun marks the place with saving grace, And phantoms keep their face...marred. The sinner digs with twisted twigs In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. In tempests strong, Nun rang the gong But failed to rise in vacant eyes - He gouged the one-eyed trump...card. Nun sets her sail, to no avail In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Nun asked him why a bird can’t fly. His mouth, a slut, replied “tut, tut”, With conscience painted white...tarred. A mushroom mold has taken hold In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. “To get ahead”, his mouth, it said “Lay bare your breast! I’ll do the rest, I’ll bless you in the church...yard”. The golden rules are made for fools In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. When day’s undone, and night’s begun, Nun stirs a cup and turns face up, A feeling that she’s ill...starred. ’Tis such a crime to waste her prime In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Nun planned to dine with sparkling wine But sips instead a bitter red Served with a crystal glass...shard, Behind the bog, beneath the fog In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Well, minstrels fight beyond the night And demons wait behind the gate, While silence chokes the host...bard. An angel sings with broken wings In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. A web waits, spun neath dying sun. And caught ensnared, her flight impaired, Nun’s thoughts are how they’d die...hard. The puppet people storm the stee- pled FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. And voices wail beyond the pale, “The old taboo - it echoes true - Nun’s bound to have her way...barred”. The schemes are strange and minds deranged In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Ms.! Cast your nets, but hedge your bets - There are no odds, where purple gods And hungry idle ghosts...sparred. The morning foams amongst the gnomes In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
Unfortunately, a woman’s plight in the common workplace is even worse, and that is no fantasy
END Or is it just the beginning...


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Baby Girl Of Mine

I wrote this to help someone special to me:

I lost my daughter today.
Sadness threatens to overwhelm me.
Grief consumes my every thought.
 
Pain fills my entire body.
The words send a shock to my heart.
My legs fail me as I fall to the floor
Knowing it was to come,
Realizing it is in God’s will,
Nothing makes it easier to deal with.
 
My heart crumbles under the weight
I know all the pieces will never be found.
A wound created that will never heal.
A constant reminder of what is gone.
 
Desire to become a forever family.
Hope of taking away too much pain.
Dreams of her eyes filling with child like joy.
Plans of everyday growing up and learning
All cause to mourn, all things I won't get to again see.
 
I long for the comfort others might have,
Joy her in the arms of someone who truely loves her,
Peace in knowing she is being properly cared for.
The knowledge that we will be together again.
 
I lost my daughter today.
There are no kisses to brighten my soul.
No grave to visit and seek refuge at.
The rest of the world will never notice,
For the daughter I lost was never really mine.
 
She is alive somewhere else 
Not by my choice but by theirs
For it is not I that gets to kiss her good night
I lost my daughter today at yet it is like the world does not care
Really she was more mine than theirs... 
 
I lost my daughter today...
I lost my daughter today...
Don't worry baby girl we will be together ....
someday..!


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God Gave Us Our Sexuality


God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have “abused it.” Through his word, he’s given us his “set of rules.” So many have refused it, and have become “fools.” The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren’t happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don’t end up as sin’s “sexual slave!” God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don’t settle for what may be “your innocence lost” Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man “sexual temptations.” And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don’t have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

My Slumbering Child

Your little breathes of air
They're like descending cherry blossoms
Your rising and falling chest
It's like the lull of waves
Your flickering eyelids
Are like the songs of birds
Your peaceful face
Shines like a starry nights moon
Your tiny hands holding mine
Are like penguin families sticking close
Your smile when you awaken
Is like a glimpse of Heaven
Your love for me
Is the most precious gift I could have
Your dripping tears
Is like all the pain I have ever known
Your faith in me
Is a bond no one can sever
Your sweet, little person
It's hard to believe...
That you are my beautiful, sweet child


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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten



" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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A Daughter's Tribute

Upon the day when I was new
You held me at your breast,
And from that day love did accrue
For both I do attest.

You brought me to a place unknown
With slates of painted wood,
Where cheerful circus themes were flown
Above my neighborhood.

We seemed to nest for hours 
At night in satin blanket trim,
My curious nature flowered 
While yours eyes grew tired and dim.

The bears and clowns did entertain
Those few and fleeting days,
Until my innocent domain
Had overstayed its phase.

For soon the crawling was replaced
With awkward stepping feet,
A challenge you had bravely faced
Without fear of defeat.

Sweet infancy was soon eclipsed
By toddler nonchalance,
For “I can’t like it” pursed my lips
With every smug response.

You bore the brunt of childish acts
With ever loving ease,
Till school time called for pink backpacks
And alphabet expertise.

Soon Girl Scouts meetings filled your time
And clarinet your ears,
For you would plunk down every dime
To see me enjoy those years.

But then the teenage years ensued
When self-esteem is low,
You lifted me from anxious moods
When I had reached plateau.

Our arguments were common then
I thought myself all knowing,
While you’d repeat to me often
That I still had some growing.

We made it through till high school’s end
When college had arrived,
You made sure that I would attend
And my obstacles survived.

Through crying phone calls in the night
And stressful social scenes,
You’d hug me with unyielding might;
Upon you I could lean.

When graduation finally came
You looked so proud and calm,
“I made it through!” I did proclaim,
You knew it all along. 

I am grown and on my own,
With life ahead of me,
But through this piece I hope I’ve shown
Just what you mean to me.

For all the memories in the past
My best friend you remain,
And all the troubles we’ve surpassed
Have not all been in vain.

For through these times I have found
An idol strong and true,
And may I say, loud and profound,
My idol, Mom, is you.


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Always Shine

Tame thy shattered heart, with thou tragic tears;
of lost love tyrannies, of many truth less years.
I give you back my heart, fort it’s near a bust;
a ruptured, leaking vessel, pumps hatred and lust.

As the stars shine brightly, they softly speak your name;
the tongue slips gently, and casts it’s shameless blame.
Near a deadly defeat, of a broken spiritual bliss –
Casts one vibrant, beautiful star, which we’ll forever miss.

I’ll relinquish this guilt of who must now be found;
this diminishing self-serving star, whose now never around.
As the night turns into darkness, I’ll search for that star –
just to capture a glimpse, of this brilliant stellar very far.

And when I’m sad and lonely and are in need of my friend;
I’ll always remember that fading star and this broken heart I tend.
I’ll close my teary, weary eyes, and cast a wish far above –
Shine, shine little star – so brightly filled with love.


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It's Hard To See The One You Love Go Through Pain


It's Hard To See Someone Go Through' Pain... "It's hard to see someone I love go through so much pain." Were the words I heard that night I called on Jesus' name. "This person whom I love, has gone through so much." "How I wish to bring my peace and healing touch." I cried and wept, as I heard the master's voice. His gift of love is for all of us... It's our choice! His body was broken... A sacrifice was made. His life for our sorrow and pain, is what he gave. His grace is more than sufficient for the pain we endure. His love and commitment to you, is true and secure. He loves you so much. He waits at your heart's door. He gives peace and comfort. And so much more! The pain and suffering you're going through today. Please listen to the words Christ has to say. "I am El-Shadaii." "Jehovah-Jireh." "Your very best friend." "My love and devotion to you will never, never end." By Jim Pemberton


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Mommy (written by 9 year old girl)

Mommy
Soft, smooth
Pretty nice
She's always a silly head
Mother


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Other People's Pets

She's the smallest thing in the house;
Yet, she makes the most noise.
She barks at the jingling keys,
Turning knobs and closing doors.
She struts from room to room
With arrogance, but no poise.
She runs in frantic circles;
With no guidance, she explores.

She has her bed and her own food,
Plus luxuries; she's insured!
She laps water like a Labrador,
Spits food that should be consumed.
She does not see her ungratefulness
Or defiance that’s been endured.
She stinks and sheds hair everywhere
Because she is seldom groomed.

She expects all undue service
Or she barks for two or three hours.
She scratches on doors, carpet and walls,
A stressful source since September.
She thinks she’s still a baby, but growls
Like a queen mother with powers.
She’s an animal but never considers
She is the worst family member.

She damages property, no remorse;
Her long leash is seldom held.
She gets little to no consequence
And accepts no good training.
She’s controlling and selfish; regularly,
Her stubbornness is unveiled.
She is on her way out the door;
I see much patience is waning.

She is a pet, a divorce mistake,
That owns her owner’s life;
She's a child who rejects rearing
Still using her parent’s good will.
She has everything and asks for more
Right after conjuring strife.
She is void of all things common
Hating her mother’s freedom and thrill.

She's thoughtless and disrespectful,
Boasting she does not care.
She hates school, authority figures
And those who disagree with her.
She takes few orders, can't keep work
And think that nothing is fair.
She feels her privileges are rights,
Inalienable; all should concur.

She's unhealthy, lazy, lethargic,
Except in her own ventures.
She's jealous of friends with other friends,
And her mother's true lover.
She's resisting rules and wanting to move
From the one she indentures.
She can't reach credit, college and cars
Alone where they hover.

She's the smallest thing in the house;
Yet, she makes the most noise.
She barks at the jingling keys,
Turning knobs and closing doors.
She struts from room to room
With arrogance, but no poise.
She runs in frantic circles;
With no guidance, she explores.


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Marriage Is Under Attack Like Never Before

Marriage Is Under Attack Like Never Before! Marriage is under attack… And it’s because… So many people have trampled “God’s set of laws…” What once was ordained as “God’s order of unity…” Has often resulted in so much “infidelity…” The God given covenant between a woman and a man… Is so distorted… How can one truly understand? All the way from Genesis to Revelation… God made it clear from the time of creation… It was Adam and Eve from the very start… As Eve was formed from a rib… Close to Adam’s heart. They were joined together by their God above… Being a symbol of his creation and never-ending love This same God is the redeemer of your very soul… It’s only in him that you can be complete and whole! You are invited to join the marriage supper of the lamb… Christ is the bridegroom and is waiting for your hand! Won’t you accept God’s proposal he offers to you? He’s given the invitation… What will you do? He’s coming for a bride who’s sins are washed away! Won’t you accept his proposal of love… Today? He remains faithful… And forever true! And has already said the words; “I DO!” By Jim Pemberton


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Thoughts in a Warm Room

She looked deep into his eyes
wondering why she loved him
It was not shape or personality alone
His tongue was sharp at times
and as he touched her magic parts
Wondering -- vanished


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Not Just another Love Poem

Love is discovered in so many ways
Different kinds we share today
For love is near, not far away
Have you discovered your love today?

Every time a mother gazes at her new born baby
Love is discovered in another way
A mother’s love does not change
It only grows as her child changes

A Father’s pride is how he shows his love
Love is discovered in another way
A father’s love is always shone through pride
In the works his children have done

When a child gets a pet
Love is discovered in another way
A child’s love is unchanged
Tears fall when the pet finally goes away

As we grow and as we change
Love is discovered in new ways
Be you a husband, father, mother, or wife
Love is sure to follow you all of you life


Details | I do not know? | |

My Mom

My mom is always there
To fill my every want and need.
I couldn't ask for a better mom,
To help me secced.
She doesn't like to see me
Hurt,
'Cause it makes her really sad.
She's very protective,
But I guess it comes with
Being a mom.
My mom has a motherly touch,
That puts me to sleep every
Night and day.
My mom isn't the "old fashion"
Mother,
'Cause she's really upbeat.
I have fun with her all
The time.
'Cause she's the best mother ever.
She says I'm a sprouting
Image of her and I know
I am. But that's a 
Good thing, since I want to 
Be just like her.


Details | I do not know? | |

Safe and Sound

Im tired, Im done
Dont treat me like Im one.
Im sick, Im through
Dont tell me what to do.

You think you know
but really you dont.
What's it like to be all alone?
Thats right you wouldn't know.

I've shed the tears and felt the pain,
because you made him go away.
I loved him more than you comprehend,
Why can't you just understand?

I'll go away and wont come back,
in that place I wont be sad. 
I'll be in his arms where I'm ok,
I'll love him true, Forever & Always.


Details | Elegy | |

FINAL NESTING BOX

You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon become.

I stroked this woman 
now bent back to foetus pose.
Once sworled to shell, 
wrapped inside myself,
Safe.
Now boned to carcass stick.

I wanted to hold one more time,
my child, 
frightened the last air would puff to nought from its hollowed breast.
But my sparrow turned and smiled,
a grimace to crack open any gates of envisaged hell.
Macabre teeth, once glowing love and laughter to the skies,
Now pecked to ochre stalks.

The pitiful bird pained to move.
Mucous mouth clacked open wide
To receive some lasting morsel of life.
Only its beady blue gaze 
flashed a soul of its former self, 
eyes to haunt the sea.
I swallowed back my tide of tears,  
waves of memory flooding sands of life we’d shared,
from fledgling dawn cry to this,
the final nesting box.

I wanted to stuff this cot with down 
of a million eider.
To cosset and hold soft this scrawn, gnawed through. 
Pluck teal, goose, swan.
‘Who would have thought it would come to this?’ it croaked a laugh.
I matched smile with smile.
I held the tiny claw.
Desperate not to cling too much to pain, 
too much to past.

I wanted to wrap up this dying bird 
Limp, in my hanky.
White folded white, fold on fold.
Run through the streets
shouting at the world, at some unseen power.
NO. 
She’s mine. She’s safe. Take me. 
What cruelty did I do?  
What evil must be stuffed in this maternal breast
To hold this daughter dust in my arms?


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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


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All Because of You

No matter how far I roam
I'll always have a place to call home
Somewhere to go when life gets rough
A foundation to stand on when things get tough

Because of you I am who I am today
All of my life you have shown me the way
And now its time that I put to use
All of the things you taught me how to do
And I am here today
And its all because of you

You stood behind me when I was right
You protected me with all of you might
You corrected me when I was wrong
And because of you I can be strong

Because of you I am who I am today
All of my life you have shown me the way
And now its time that I put to use
All of the things you taught me how to do
And I am here today
And its all because of you

No matter where I go
This I want you to know
That if it weren't for you
I wouldn't know what to do

Because of you I am who I am today
All of my life you have shown me the way
And now its time that I put to use
All of the things you taught me how to do
And I am here today
And its all because of you

All because of you
All because of you


Details | I do not know? | |

little ballerina

a precious girl
so young and free
came up to me 
and told me what she wanted 
to be

i want to be a ballerina
she said
but shhe didnt understand
her every wish was my great 
command

that was years ago
and man o man 
they went by so slow she hates 
the days
i know because its all she says

i told her to stick with it
She told me I'm full of shit
i told her to stick with her 
dreams
but she just runs and screams

but on the stage 
 I can see her features change
into somthing new
they become bright
with a certain kind of light
and it reaches out to me

i wish i could describe
the way it makes me feel inside
its love that is unknown 
and its my little girl all
grown


Details | Quatrain | |

Mortal Angels

Mortal Angels as people are unemployed these days
Ask help for certain Mortal Angels
Today and everyday
They will not refuse to assist you

12132011


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The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face… Just yesterday I noticed a look of love on my child’s face. This happened in a most “ordinary place.” It was in our home...a place by God’s own design. I felt God speaking to my heart this particular time. I didn’t take any time to stop and realize, The look of love and innocence in my child’s eyes. “Am I being the kind of Dad God wants me to be?” “Am I being an example of Christ for my child to see?” Have I been demonstrating my God-given ability, teaching my kids God’s love, and responsibility? May a Christ-like life in my kids be clearly seen and understood, As one day they will grow into adulthood. I hope that one day my Children will say: “I want to be like my Dad- every single day!” By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

loved one

a smile upon my face
warmth inside my heart
this is what I felt
when we began to start
in a different place
and at another time
a love for ever broken
now no longer mine
you begin to fade away
left presence I can’t see
but I can feel you here
still watching over me
your a whisper I can’t here
and a touch that I can’t feel
I’m talking to you now
I love you and always will


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HONOR MOTHERHOOD

Honor Motherhood
anyway you could;
her daily sacrifice mustn't be forgotten:
bring her your fervent heart's affection.


Honor Motherhood,
with a sweet word;
read the inspiring stories that come from another shore:
they will make appreciate her dedication even more.


Honor Motherhood
with a warm hug;
it's time to show her the depth of your appreciation:
for precious things given to a young daughter and son.



Details | Fibonacci | |

Sick Child

A 
Child
Sick
With cancer
Upset from illness
Feeling ugly from the hair loss
Depressed feels alienated wants to die because of all
Mother feels all the pain isolation of her daughter, she goes into bathroom shaves head


Details | Quatrain | |

Charlie Girl

While walking through the store I caught your scent,
A lady stood beneath the neon light,
She held a bottle of perfume in hand,
And memories returned into my sight.

Outside the school gates waiting for the bell,
I saw my mum; she’s standing, waiting there,
With me running out ready to go home,
The essence of Charlie kissing the air.

I see the old man stop all of those cars,
In his white mac with his lollipop stick,
Of course it was magic in a child’s eyes,
Like Paul Daniels performing a staged trick.

Past the airfield and rails, Blue on her lead,
Over the bridge to check the lizard hill,
Were they bathing in early summer sun,
Then on home where Peter was lying, still.

Sweet memories that I have in my heart
You may wonder on the what, why, and how
My mum will always be my ‘Charlie girl’,
Although it is me who wears Charlie now.





Form: Sicilian Quatrains


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Bye Bye Baby

Although I knew this day would come
And I'm sure I'm not the only one
I couldn't help but feel a little sad
A kiss upon her peachy cheek and
One last squeeze of her tiny hand
To let her go so soon, I must be mad

But off she goes, no backwards glance
I never even got the chance
To tell her I will be right here, I'll wait.
Then suddenly I'm stood alone 
Nowt to do but trot on home
....or maybe I can hide at the school gate

So what now? What next? Selfishly
I wonder what's in store for me 
These hours begin to feel just like a sentence
I guess I'll have to do my time
Repent for my parental crime
Now where the hell did I stash my independence. 


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That Was You Mom

Mom that was you who first was there
Tiny and helpless that was me
You taught me to eat and made me laugh
You were there when I was sick.

Mom that was you who really cared
You wiped my eyes and washed my feet
The sadness and lessons I had to learn
In your way you helped me understand.

Mom that was you who had to leave
Taken away so suddenly
The lies from others I had to live
You remained alive inside my heart.

Mom that was you I truely missed
Those years I needed you so bad
Many mothers took your place
I never thought badly of you.

Mom that was you who really knew
The pain we lived inside
Putting the past behind us now
Life made sense once again.

Mom then I learned that was you
The woman I emulated passed down from heredity
I couldn't explain where it all came from
Being with you my questions answered.

Mom then you became so sick and weak
You would pass before my crying eyes
Your last breath sent you away
To Heaven, where you now reside.

Mom if I could tell you that it is you I miss today
Another Mothers Day without you here
Knowing in my heart you are finally free
A lifetime in my heart that's where you will always be.


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Mothers Day 1992

My first mothers day as a mom or not!
Giving birth a special point in every womans life.
Well it happened to me last September.
The greatest gift I would ever receive.
She was so beautiful, I fell in love with her instantly.
So tiny and precious, a gift only God could give.
Such a gift, so sad yet happy.
A gift I could not care for.
One I knew I would have to give to another.
But how she was a part of me for over nine months and always will be.
So how could I bear to do such a thing?
Well let me say it's not easy,
but I did it for love!

P.S. I will always love you Betty


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Goodbye to my Baby

I never got to see your face
or hold you in a warm embrace.

I never got to count your toes
or dress you in ribbons and bows.

I never got to call you by name
you were gone as fast as you came.

I never heard "mommy leave on the light"
or tuck you into bed at night.

I will never get to see you grow & grow
In heaven we will meet eachother and get  to know

Id love to have smelled the odors of youth
or be there when you lost your first tooth.

Now i wish i could turn back time
cause then you'd be forever mine

The one thing I have is the memory of the day
the doctor had something to say.

he said listen to this, its her heart pounding away
Lord ill never forget that day.

But i now i guess it is time for goodbyes
knowing we will be together again, keeps the tears from my eyes.

Goodbye my child, your in good hands
and ill see you in the holy land


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OUR HOUSE MAID'S DAUGHTER

I looked one more time at the scar
on her pretty forehead.
Our house-maid’s sweet little daughter.
She is just four years old.

Endured many scares and black scars
along with mother, so bold
facing tantrums of sot-father.
She is just four years old.

Today came she with news to share.
With puerile fervor told
“Becomes bride my father’s sister!”
She is just four years old.

“He is as strong as a wild boar
good groom; not a drunkard.”
Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars.
She is just four years old.



Details | I do not know? | |

Another Place

A different address, a different place
While we’re still running, they’ve finished the race

They’re resting in peace with God above
But we’re left crying for our undying love

At the moment of conception, you were ours to hold
But nobody knew what the future would hold

Every year comes around, the month of May
We’re left empty- handed on Mother’s Day

No body to love that we can see of feel,
But the fact still remains, the baby was real

Are we less of a woman?  Are we less of a mother?
If out children were here, they would want no other

They’re no less our babies, cause we don’t see their face
They’re just at a different address, in a different place


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A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



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To my grandma

                                   To my Grandma
                      November 21st 1957- May 7th 2012

A mother proudly raising her 3 beautiful children.
A son that will soon go fight for our country
A daughter that will be blessed with four children
An other Daughter that will be gifted in the arts.
That will always be there for them
To make a joke
Or heal a wound.

A Wife to a solder of the old red white and blue
For 34 years of being married on July 19th.
Always being there for him when he needs her most
And happy care for him in sickness and health.

A grandmother to four young girls
An artist and a poet
A rock-star at heart
A soon to be teacher 
And a little princess
Has cared for and looked after 
Was there to talk to when no one else would listen
Would love to hear or see their talents 
Always had a blasted watching their favorite tv shows or movies.

That's what I think an awesome grandma is.
I go to her resting place and with a smile tears rolling down my face i say
"I love and miss you Grandma"


Details | I do not know? | |

Musical Notes That Soothe The Soul

You come home with a grim expression
Ignoring the screaming and fighting
Another trashed night of insults and threats from your parents
Blams flying left and right but the only thing you can think about is getting to your santuary
Placing the headphones on, blocking the noises of broken glass and collapsing bodies
You hit play quickly and soon your day has suddenly become more bareable
You relax finally and lay yourself down on your floor
Holding yourself in the fetal position, hugging your knees tightly
You close your eyelids and take a deep breath
No more fighting
No more sadness
Only happiness and joy fill your mind
The beats and different tones coarse through your ears not screams and insults
You tap your index fingure on your knee to the beat of the music
Humming and singing to the lyrics
You begin to imagine your own little world where you can escape to
You smile widely as you see your parents looking at you and grinning back
They invite you into their arms for a warm embrace
You take it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment
You cry tears of happiness and bliss
You look up to them and you say: "I Love you"
But when your world suddenly began to fade away 
and reality came into view
You brace yourself for the blow to your stomach
Crashing to the ground, you hold youself and cover your face
Your mother shouting and pleading your father to stop
Your hair being pulled, slamming you against the wall
Grabbing your arms tightly he squeezes as hard as he could, hearing the crunch
Your blood curdling scream doesn't phase him a bit
Your mother tries to help you but he slams her into the corner of the wall
You slump to your floor again, laying there as you have a clear view of what is happening
Suddenly a knife comes raining down, you hold out your arm
Your mother now is suffering pain so severe 
He comes up to you and roughly kicks your face
He leaves as you hear tires screaching and slowly the sound fades away
Now the only thing you hear is your so called 'little world' behind you
As your vision suddenly turns black


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Watching

I watched

I watched when I was younger, a woman lose her life

To a man, to a rock, to a knot, and never become a wife.

I watched when I was seven the most beautiful woman alive

She was oh so amazing, with big brown eyes

And two dimples at the corner of her smile

Before and now, she has walked a thousand.

I watched a woman began to hate

Herself and her life and begin to question her fate.

I watched a woman meet her prince

Only to be abused, and used at her own expense

And introduced to the “rock” of her life

That later brought on never ending strife.

I watched a little boy tie his shoestrings in a knot

 A woman reach up, to cup, and feel a knot

A daughter fight back the knot in her chest

 For her mom has lost her right, and now left breast

A son that was buried underneath the sun

Only to think of the “rock” because, this is where it begun.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Promise

A young girl,
Barely seven,
Gets on the school bus
With bruises covering her arms
And tears in her eyes.

A young girl,
Almost nine,
Sits in the corner of her room
And cries,
As her daddy shoots
And her mommy dies.

A teenage girl.
Of about fifteen,
Cries
When the doctor 
Says those dreadful words.

A young woman,
Of twenty two,
Watches as her 
Seven year old daughter
Gets on the bus for school.
They say I love you and smile,
As she promises to never hurt her child.


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My Road to Peace- part one

I had no way to ask for this, for you.
I was unable to take any precautions.
I was innocent in this decision
That you found yourself lost in.

Yet I was blamed anyway,
The prosecuted victim.
Those white jackets called you wrong
But you didn’t want to listen.

Remorse filled you, in you was me.
When you gave in to it at last.
Certain I’d be the end to your life,
Forcing me to play the role I was cast.

Growing strong against all odds
As you pumped into me your many escapes.
I learned exactly how good a mother
A selfish drug addict makes.

Through clouds of sweet smelling smoke
High as I learned to crawl and walk.
Through unfed affection and neglect, 
I learned how to talk.

Only to learn that screaming real words
Didn’t make one bit of a difference.
Between us, a thousand miles or beside you
Was emotionally the same distance.

I loved you with every breath I took
For so many years, you were all I had.
But you shattered me with you so many times.
As a baby I was already tired of being sad.

Not even finished with being a child,
You paraded me as your little adult.
You never believed me when I told you they hurt me
So I never knew that it wasn’t my fault.

You let me pay your debts for you
Never a thought to what I lost.
You fed me to things you should have protected me from.
Carelessly out the door, my innocence was tossed.




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Mother's Blessing

In the center, flesh
at her heart
red rivers
flow,

moss feet, soft
as wildflower fields
grow

canyons crayoned
stenciled against
mist and twilight

sky eyes, clouds
pass
through mountains
of moonlight,

Mother
bless me tonight.





This poem is for the earth who is Mother to us all, and for my Mother, how I miss her today.


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This Habit's Got A Hold Of Me I Can't Break It

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton  
 02/05/11


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They Fight,,, 10-13-08

they fight all the time.
they fight and it never stops.
they fight and it never gets better.
they fight and it always gets worse.
they fight til they're blue in the face.
they fight til i can't stand it anymore.
they fight and i cry cuz there's nothing i can do.
the fighting and the crying never stop.
there's nothing i can do but pray.
they're always fighting.
it won't stop.
they hide it so well...
the pain they're in...
it's like they've never fought before...


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kryptonite

Fire, the flames of all my desires.
Heat, the sensation that makes me 
weak.
Emotions, my missions to keep 
discreet.
The more he knows, the easier my 
guard faces defeat.
Weakness, the tremble that 
unsteady's my feet.
Strength, is my better half, he's here 
when I need.
Faith, is Gods security given to you 
& me.
Patience and understanding is 
knowing when to take heed.
Sorrow, is 
overwhelming,overcoming and 
deep.
But pain is the one to really make us 
weep.
Compassion is something that all of 
us need.
To get threw this life, it is needed 
indeed.
To the ones that doubt me, I'm tellin 
'ya don't sleep.
I may be calm & quite but I only act 
meek. 
To walk in my shoes, & to see what 
I've seen,
I promise, you wont be the one to 
judge me.
& to Luis , my man, the love of my 
life.
This love, our love, I don't have to 
think twice.
Our life,our plans,our path that we 
lead,
I promise you baby I will never 
retreat.
To my children, whom I love & will 
one day have to leave,
Forgive me for all the times I let my 
emotions make me weak.
And know that I love you, and you 
guys I did need.
Without you I would never 
appreciate what I achieve.
To my mother whom I did have the 
pleasure to meet.
Letting me go was the best decision 
your mind ever could've conceived.
TO my father who left me alone in 
the streets,
Without you was harder, but could 
never stop me.
One thing I know,I can feel it so 
deep.
God made me stronger than I could 
ever believe.
MY strength, My tolerance,  My 
endurance I keep.
Continuing my life & trying to 
conquer my dreams.
No matter what happens,what ever 
will be,
I will be happy no matter who 
doubts me.


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As You Leave

Every time you leave, a piece of me goes with,
it attaches itself to you securely,
assigning its mission forthwith.

When you travel down that lonesome road,
down a monotonous path of isolation –
just reach inside your pocket,
and there I’ll be there without hesitation.

As your days go by, without me by your side,
just open up your jacket,
you’ll find my heart beating inside.

When you lie awake in bed,
crying at the severed loss,
just wrap your covers even tighter,
and my love shall span across.

When you feel down,
and alone without a friend,
that piece of me shall comfort,
your heartache I will mend.

As the distant absence grows longer,
that piece of me grows stronger,
leading you back to this absent heart,
the one who was with you from the start.


Details | Lyric | |

A Long Tough Ride

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a Mom
It’s been a long tough ride
My heart is ticking like a bomb
I know my duty it was
To work and manage the house
But soon I’ll feel so lost

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a slave
It’s been a long, tough ride
My mind is reeling like a tape
I love my baby so much
I know my heart will be crushed
Yet I will be alright

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long tough ride
I should be happy to be free
It’s been a long tough ride
I should dancing in the breeze
But when I think of the world
She has to live in and work 
I’ll still be on my knees in prayer
Because it’s scary out there
But we will be alright
It’s been a long tough ride

Entry into John Heck’s Sponsored Contest: “Beatlemania Sing Along”
Sung to “It’s Been a Hard Day’s Night”


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God Is Our Refuge And Strength

God Is Our Refuge And Strength... God is our refuge and strength, in a time of trouble. He's there to pick me up... when I fall and stumble. I will not fear, though the whole earth be shaken. And the mountains be thrown into the ocean's deep basin. Though the waters roar, and the trees shake with fear; I am never alone.... for God is always near.. There is a river, whose streams bring forth gladness. God is in it's midst and brings true happiness. Let the heathen rage... and the whole earth melt too. The Lord of hosts is with us, and shall protect YOU! Behold his works... and see what he has made. He has caused wars to cease... & destroyed weapons displayed. Be still... He is God and is exalted to glory up on high. He is our protector. He is El-Shadaii! The Lord of hosts is with us... all of heaven does proclam. The awesome power and glory there is... in HIS majestic name! By Jim Pemberton Psalm Ch. 46


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When All

When all is said and done
At the end of the day
Week, month and year
At the end
When the finish is near
Nay, at hand
One thing will hold true
When the last grain of sand
Has left the hour
And the seconds have ticked away
When the last word
Has been spoken
And there’s nothing left to say
One thing will hold true
Through whatever time
Life has left
Till heaven and earth pass away
And eternity rules
Bringing life a brand new day
One thing will hold true
It doesn’t matter where roads lead
Nor how paths may cross
Doesn’t matter if directions are found
Or ways are lost
Doesn’t matter if freedom comes
Or at what cost
One thing will hold true
For when all have fled
And there’s no more to be bled
All battles have been fought
All conquests sought
When all that’s left to do
Is look around to see
Who’s left standing with you
One thing will hold true
Standing there 
I will be 


Details | I do not know? | |

Just The Way It Is

I tried to wake you up today
Like I always do
All I did was try to care for you
Like little girls should.

Mummy, mummy
Please don't die
I need you to be here
By my side
Brothers always crying
Because he doesn't understand
That mummy only leaves us
Because living makes her sad

The whole street 
Thinks your crazy
As you try to hide
The scars that made you
Your whole damn life

Why cant you just forget
Why cant you leave
The past alone

The doctors didn't care
The police were never there
As the screams of a little girl
Spilled out
Into an air of madness

Watch me bleed
I learned this from you

You were my devil
Stealing my innocence
Stuttering words I'll never forget
"Your Nothing"

Your eyes cut deep
As the knifes are aimed at me
Your love was a weapon
Puncturing my heart
You broke me
I'm a wreck.


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Sanity

The noises are so loud sometimes,
I think I'll go insane.
Anxiety levels rising,
I could probably spit some flames.
Anger is not an option here,
although it would be great.
I take a deep breath and hold it in,
or try to count to ten.
Laugh out loud to clear the air.
I think I'll be ok.
Then I'll see a couple of smiling faces,
That takes it all away.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Mom

Strong black woman
Not like other mothers
She always lend a helping hand
I love you mom

My mom is very special to me
And I wouldn't ask for anyone better
I want the whole world to see
That my mom is special, through sun or stormy weather

I wish I could stop and help her
When she stresses or feels down
To show her that I really care
And wipe away her frown

I love you mom
I wish you could see
All the joy and happiness
That you bring to me!


Details | I do not know? | |

Before I Go

Does it make you happy?
Does drowning in the sea of sadness
Take your breath away
Just for a moment 
If you could see
The spinning stop
And notice the world around you

But you never will.

Do you believe your own lies?
Because it's all you've got
Is life worth living?
When you forgot 
Yesterday.

Will you remember?
What you did to me
In twisted dreams
Or will the alcohol sedate you?
From all you see


Details | Free verse | |

Home-Made Christmas

Morning hasn't even settled
Midnight sediment scattered through 
The grey beasts that
Sail the sky
But Mother rocks the landing floorboards
And I follow

Downstairs
Families of dollymix, gingham, polkadot
Huddle in cool swirls
Cotton roses climbing the kitchen table

I sit and silently snip shapes
Press my early-hour imagination
Shallow into fabric
Triangular like chemistry
But tired at the edges

My mother lifts a needle
And creates
As mothers do
And I watch her
Lovingly piece Christmas together

Beaded purses, lace angels and silk tress
They are her children now
I can see it in her smile
Full like cinnamon 
And red like blood

We pack our morning into hidden bags and boxes
And slip back to bed
Sleeping for an hour or two
Proud owls tucked in nests.


Details | Senryu | |

Mothers are like spices

Mothers are like spices
Some people can’t stand them!
For others they’re an acquired taste
While for most... one’s never enough.


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Being A Vessel of God

Being A Vessel of God...

 I met someone in a very difficult situation.
I kept walking and gave
 "no explanation."

I was then asked a very
 direct question:
"I thought you said that 
you're a Christian!"

I began to feel a conviction within my soul.
"Which direction should I take"  
I didn't know.

Either keep walking, or stop 
to help this person in need.
"I suppose just this once... 
I'll do a generous deed."

I reached out and loved 
him in Jesus' name.
And told him that it was for his life 
that our savior came.

My heart was broken as I heard 
all he had gone through.
I was speechless.  I really didn't
 know what to do.

I decided to buy him a cup of coffee 
and a sandwich as well.
And shared that Jesus loves
 him more than words can tell.

He thanked me and said, 
"I'm so glad that you care."
I then was able to lead him 
into a  salvation prayer.

We talked more about God before 
we each went our own way.
But I'll never forget what happened 
that particular day.

It helped me begin to 
realize and truly see...
How God wants so much to use 
someone like me...

By JIm Pemberton  


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my daughter says

as a mother, with a tenure of 44 months....this speaks through my fingers in the voice of my daughter.....let your eyes hear in the voice of yours.  


"Mine eyes are green, like yours" 

"I lub you toooo" 

"I wanna wear that one, like yours" 

"Putting on my shoes, like you does" 

"Paint you nails? I wanna do it" 

"Let me help you"  

"can i go wit you?"

"You are my best friend, momma" 

"a.b.c.b.’s" 

"dance with me" 

"Play with me, run with me" 

"Walk the pass, this way like i do" 

"You so bue full"

"I like’a da’lake"

"These shoes is really fast! see, like that"  

"You said i could, yesterday - you did"


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An Innocent Child

A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear


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"MOM"

Roses are all different colors now.
And the violets don't even really know-
that the sugar is not feeling so sweet, anymore.
Cuz' love left nothing behind, just me-
I didn't go...

The colors all think that their hues are all used up-
And all these souls don't know where to go...
Somehow, the sky remains bluish gray up above, 
but lights no path for the lost to roam.
There is no place for them to call home.

No one is waiting. No one cares.
No one is crying because you feel dead.
No one is calling. No one is coming.
No one is crying because you're not there.

Theres nothing to live for,
but your breath comes just the same...
Theres nothing to die for, either-
We live in their f__'ed-up GAME...

Theres no one to love you just because they want to-
No one to be proud for all the real good you do...
No one to kiss your Boo-Boo's all better-
No One. Not Anymore. Not Ever...

And....
No One, (remember?), had to show her the door;
She opened it herself, turned and looked at you for the last time-
knowing that she'd no longer, EVER, be able to look you in the eye...
She couldn't grace you with Good-Bye.
You deserved some acknowledgment, or some reason why...
A reason for all these wasting tears-
The ones I still can't hide...

No explanation for her decision.
She left before you could even ask why(?)
You try to understand why she betrayed your trust.
The only trust, in the one & only mother you ever had...

You lost all FAITH in me, Mom-
And I always held your hand...

Right or Wrong- YOU, I stood beside.
I guess in all these years, I shouldn't of held on so F-N tight...
All the while I thought you were loving me,
You were just taking me for a ride...

I WISH someone would've told me, 
how my part played out, long ago...
Because I could've walked here FASTER-
And I could've done it all ALONE.....


K.C. feb25,2006


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A Creator Variation: 1, Part 1

A Creator Variation (1)

Part I:
When I was four and
You, precognizant either of our DNA or
An epidemic rippling through the stomach fat of the nation,
Enrolled me in gymnastics, I was
Not so young that I didn't know
My preferences.
More specifically, I knew that
Bounding the trampolined length of the room was fun and
So were skin-the-cats
(Despite the overtly cruel, cruel name).
Days when the heavens-bound rings dropped to
Lift our feet in one, brief swing of fairyhood
Were treasured as one might costume jewelry,
Or as the memory of that lump of brown sugar,
Tasted just once, when mother thought it would satisfy
Rather than create a craving.
Some authorities discourage letting your child flip
And tumble with abandon, while 
We breathed more breaths as
Our young, disadvantaged lung capacity struggled
To keep pace with our bouncing.

But balance beam days were bad days.
When you can still walk under the balance beam without
Ducking or concussing yourself, I don't see why
They make you clamber atop it twice a week when
You're just going to fall.
After us kids had enough of braining and winding ourselves,
We would swing from the beams,
Suffering the sand paper because we preferred
To land on our feet.
We felt quite capable of walking in a straight line,
But sensibly we did it on the ground.


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Requiem for an Unknown Tigress Cub

still the climbing green lianoid lass


her tender tendrils torn  


massive metal lying like a cutlass


in her lap forlorn


                       finger on trigger                                                                       


 


                           still the wetness    thighs   eyes


      the breasts peaking


                                       the quick quelling blushing frenzy


            the slightly forwardthrusting awkward turgidness of the torso 


                                                       the stalk-neck craning 


a young pallid green palmyra on the thrust


               the dusky knuckly fingers strict and bony   quivering


            the gangly gait now stiffening


                                                              and within alert grasp


an AK-47


                rounds of bandolier bullets


          nipping her nipples  


  fatigues for jungle sarees   loose silk anklelength skirts


       over rough cotton jodhpurs


           rubbery canvas shoes for Ali Baba leather sandals  


 sandalwood clogs


 


      the loin-length sesame-oiled tresses severed at the shoulders


           the rationed tampax crushed in the back jodhpur pocket


    the drilled march still aching in the pelvic girdle


                                                              the shoulder blades   


too  tendon-strained streaky shark’s fins


 


her mind on her mother’s diurnal diabetic needle


           and the relief    the dowry promised to the boy next door    


      the lightly tripping fiesta truant feeling         


 a matinee show  


    the classes  well the classes   but for the maths teacher   


        she was just then getting on the mend 


           


her mind shutting out the homely odour of steaming    


                                                              puttu and cambal


                                                                    itiyappam and coti


                                                                             rasam and rice


 


     the rat-a-tat of sudden staccato fire    


the screaming blinding flash of shells


   the dirgeful thudthud of bursting bombs    


the grating crackling of armoured car chains  


             and the distant muffled blasts    


     droning planes swooping


the bark and shriek of schrapnel...


 


  then the raspy clipped yelp of the platoon commander  


                ends her reverie


   


    her face crushed against a mound of freshturned sod  


             her right knee twisted   trapped in the hunched cavern of her       


        pubertally pulpy belly


the breath expelled in an urgent wheezing crushed moan 


                                     the last stifled desperate cry  


for her long distraught mother  


(© T.Wignesan – Paris, May 1st., 1997 ; rev. 2012 ; from the collection : Words for a Lost Sub-Continent, 1999.)


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Goodbye, My Sweet Angel

Goodbye, My Sweet Angel

Tears trickle down her freckled cheeks
Eyes red and blurred
She gazed at me 
Trapped inside her father's speeding truck
I following , running screaming her name
She, screaming mine
Legs burning, stinging, tiring
Tears running down my face
Her dainty red nose, pressed against the glass
Weaker with every stride
Petite hands, pressed to the window
My pace slows, can not go any longer
Yelling her sweet name
Sobbing, to my knees
The truck, disappearing, gone
I had lost her
Goodbye, my sweet angel


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Woman

Being a woman is a gift.
Whether you’re black, white, red or blue.
It doesn’t matter as long as you are you.
Being hurt and punished by the men you love.
Is it their fault you f**ked with no glove?
Beaten, bruised, obeying all his rules.
Why not just refuse; refuse to be his slave, refuse to be his punching bag, refuse to be his last choice.
It’s time to stand up and raise your voice.
Tell him whose boss and why you took it all.
Remember the time he f**ked your best friend
Remember the times he said
“Baby I’ll be there until the end”
Remember the beatings, burns, cuts and bruises;
It’s time to tell him who loses.
Be the woman who can stand on her own two feet.
Be the woman who refuses to be with a man and be beat.
Life is too short to stay locked down
He continued to knock you down 
But its time to get up and get off the ground.
You’re free to be the woman you were meant to be…


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Bear with me

You I’m still searching for a life
I don’t have the answers to your questions
But sometimes I just want you to believe in me
Someday I will find my own way

I don’t know what I should do
But stay for me and tell me to hold on
It’s a heart breaking seeing the unhappy
What more can I do, All I can is to hope

If I don’t talk too much
Doesn’t mean that I don’t care
If I don’t do things enough
Doesn’t mean I don’t do anything

If I could turn back the time
And knowing the future would be such a dull
Maybe I can make up for all my mistakes
And be the girl you wanted me to be

Tell you something…
My heart hurts
It hurts deeply through my brain

Nothing else I could do…
My tears fall as I bend down on my knees
Wishing everything turns beautifully
And no more worries in our life

Just let me keep my dream alive
Let me die trying or nothing at all
Let me believe on its possibility
Believed in me and always you’ll be

I have sacrifice the time
For searching and hoping
Though it’s such a waste of time
I know everything will turns beautifully


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A Young Man With A Heavy Load


A Young Man With A Heavy Load… I was watching a young man walking down my road. I could tell that he was sad, and carrying a “heavy load.” You see his dad had recently “up and left the home.” Now he and his mom were left all alone! I could tell it was hard for him to hold back the tears. Especially after being with his dad for so many years! I don’t think that parents think about what they say and do. They can hurt and betray the one who said; “I love YOU!” When this happens… I know that the heart of God is hurting.. Too many couples are together, but their eyes “keep flirting.” They feel happy to have a family, but soon it’s not enough… And quickly run out when things get “tough.” The dishonesty, lying and cheating are too commonplace… I’ve seen the heartache and pain upon a loved one’s face. Jesus knows all about the hurt and pain that this can cause. He also knows about the “friction” caused by the “in-laws.” For the one that may be thinking of leaving his or her family… You may think it’s fun now… But you’re not going to be happy! Whatever is tugging at your heart now may seem “appealing.” But it’s the love from your spouse and kids that you’re stealing! I challenge you to be the man or woman of God he wants you to be! You need to be with the family God gave you! Can’t you see??? Come on back and spend the quality time you need to spend. Your family and children need you both as a parent and a friend! Allow the love of Jesus Christ to bind your hearts together! May his peace and joy comfort you now and forever! Allow your home to be filled with the love of God’s precious son! May be bring your family together in unity… As ONE! By Jim Pemberton


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MY MOM AND ME

Back sixty-six years ago my mother has told me
That she and I had a fifty-fifty chance to be
And yet doctors don't know all God's plan for our lives you know
He has gven some of us gifts to tell and some of us to show
My mother is one who has shown God's Love over all these ninety years
God has Blessed me to witness her Grace, Love and Beauty without any fears
Throughout the years her Faith has never waivered
For we both know we are Blessed and Highly Favor


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The Road To Peace- part two

When I preyed to you to save me, you laughed
When I prayed to god, I was ignored as well.
So I learned that I would always be alone in this world.
Every day filled with secrets I could never tell.

At ten I could drink your friends under the table.
I was barely afraid of what would happen in the dark.
I knew you were too drunk to hear me scream
And afterwards you refused to acknowledge my marks.

So I stopped trying to fight, I didn’t make a noise.
Because they would hit me less if I was quiet.
Soon I was filled with your same need to escape.
Every day I was on a search to find it.

If it promised oblivion, that was all I asked.
I immediately consumed it and waited for release.
But every time it wore off, I’d find myself there again
Always exhausted by my daily search for peace.

At first I misconstrued it for trying to get away from myself
Until one day I realized I was really running from you.
The spread of your fourth stage cancer of hatred and malice
And your unrelenting cycle of cruelty and abuse.

Your perpetual blame laid on me for your own mistakes
Finally had succeeded in taking its toll.
Years of fending for myself, succumbing to weakness
Had blackened my once pure soul.

For you I could harbor nothing but contempt, disgust.
The same lack of empathy you showed your own child.
I saw that you were at fault for my years of torment.
I made your rage, hatred, disregard appear mild.

I could never give you a strong enough taste.
All I wanted was for you to feel my Rapture.
You tried to silence me once again, tried to lock me up
But I wasn’t weak anymore and I refused to be captured.

I left you to your misery, I relished the fact
That leaving you with no one to catch you next time you fell
Was the most pain I could ever wish to conflict you with
Because then you would finally have to face your self.



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"Mommy Mommy"

Mommy Mommy what shall I do, 
I don't wanna stay away from you, 
Mommy, mommy please come back,
You're my life, you know that.
Sugar, plum, my love, 
My heart is with you, where you go I follow
along, 
I'm not here, he's not here, you're not here with me, 
Just sit back and be calm, be mommy's little baby. 
How can I be that when you're not around, 
You're not here to comfort me when I'm down,
What shall I do when its Mother's Day?
Whom shall I greet? What shall I say?
Pretend as if I'm there and talk to the stars above,
I am listening, I can hear, I'll answer you my love.
How will I know when you answer, How will I know you're there?
Listen to your heart little one, I'll answer you in prayer.
Go to sleep and talk to the stars, Talk and listen to your heart, 
When you're down, don't harm yourself,
Mommy will be there, mommy will help.


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What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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SOFT ORANGE BLOSSOMS

These soft orange blossoms
are more colorful and fragrant
than the velvety, wild roses...
hastily clinging to sturdy sunflowers' stems,
fretting a danger too real and so imminent.


His manly hands attacked her in an orchard of beautiful roses, 
and she left blood stains on those delicate, scattered petals...
who did hear the young virgin's painful cry,
subdued by the quails' loud twitter in the shady elms' branches? 
Some did, but continued to walk and let her die!


Her mother wailed under the weeping, embracing elms... 
they saw her child struggle and despair, but they couldn't help;
why did that brutal man raped her and beat her to death?
And what kind of punishment he deserves for that cruel act?
Wouldn't a just judge be furious and imprison him for life?


A light wind detached the soft orange blossoms from the branches,
and let them gently fall on her violated body to cover with dignity 
the purest and youngest blood spilled in the meadow of clovers;
God Himself cried from His throne, and sent His angel of mercy
to the sorrowful and lamenting earth, which had seen the eyes of innocence.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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I Remember Back When

								 

I  remember at the young age of 9 or 10.
Going to the theater was 
considered a sin.
There were many things 
that as a young boy.
That I wanted to explore and enjoy.

My parents may have been "old fashioned."
They were filled with a Godly
love and compassion.
I look back now and with some hesitation.

And think about this 
"new generation."
I wonder "where have all of the morals gone to?"
Some parents are doing things, as a kid, I'd never do.
Many of the "Godly" parents don't seemed concerned.
What's right or wrong—they can't discern.

What once was a dividing line 
between black and white.
Is now; "if it feels good—it must be allright."
The savior's call for holiness in your life must dwell.
Living by his word will save your family from hell.

Maybe living for Jesus is by some, 
"a narrow way of living."
May your life be one of sacrifice, 
holiness and thanksgiving.
May your commitment be true, your heart sincere.
For one day very soon, Jesus shall appear.
Now's the time to be an example
of Jesus' precious name.
When he comes —will you be ready—
or be ashamed?

By Jim Pemberton


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Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


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Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

	Yesterday was my birthday. I spent most of it in tears.
It was the first time in my life that I had spent one without you.
You were the one who swept away my demons and my fears.
The one who loved me regardless, always coming to my rescue.

I was adopted and adored. Did I ever tell you thank you? 
My first memories where of laughter and hugs, so priceless.
What a wonderful life you gave me, this I always knew.
Your heart was so pure, filled with nothing but kindness. 

I thought I was prepared, but oh what a lie
It didn’t matter after all; I wasn't ready for your departure.
I begged for you to stay with me, this I can't deny.
To not leave me, you're broken hearted baby daughter. 

I spent my day missing you, and wishing you were here.
Waking me up singing Happy Birthday, horribly off key.
Those memories so strong and held to my heart so dear. 
My life without you in it, so stark and empty. 

I felt your presence, hovering and watching. But it's not enough.
I miss our morning coffee and the touch of your hands.
I know Im being selfish, but mom this is so tough.
Why did you have to leave me? I still don’t understand.  

I know tomorrow will be a much better day.
I will put my sorrow and grief into a box,
Gilded with memories and stow it away.
Until next year, on my next birthday. 

Until then I will remember only that I was loved. 

Love and miss you mom. Your daughter.


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Anxous for the day

Last night I couldn't sleep.
I lay in bed counting Sheep.
Anxious was I,
My heart pounding as high as the sky.
Ready to become one year older.

At two in the mourning,
I woke to some snoring.
My sister really needs some meds.

She woke me up, and i can not sleep,
My heart beating like beep, beep, beep.
Scared was I,
Scared of my day and very shy.
Afraid of becoming one year older.

I opened my computer,
Not until later,
And started to talk to my mom.

She said she loved me,
and I smiled so gleely,
as my heart started to glow.
She said she loved me more then i would ever know.
And then I knew I was ready, so i laid down, and went to sleep.


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Her Personal Curse (Part One) *warning, graphic in nature*

In a drunken stupor, I fall down on my comforter
Baby blue sky covered in fluffy clouds of cotton.
I kick off my shoes, faded pink chuck Taylors
And make clumsy work of my shirt buttons.

I slip an oversized shirt over my head, Bart Simpson,
And pull it straight passed over my bra and panties, past my knees.
Now in the dark, on my bed, I hear the door creak open.
I turn to see your silhouette, and I hear the door behind you locking.

I sat up, before you lunged on top of me, and smacked me in the face.
I tried to push you off, but a little girl is nothing against a man.
Fear pinned me down with your arms, the look in your eye was crazed.
I yelled out as you punched me again, before stifling my breath with your hand.

I felt your fingers probe underneath my shirt, rough and groping.
The straps tore at my flesh as you ripped my bra apart.
I tried to push your hand off my face, I was having trouble breathing
But when you took your hand off and I gasped for air, it fell back against my cheek hard

I stopped trying to push you away, tears streaming, afraid you’d hit me again.
I bucked when your course fingers pinched, it only seemed to excite you more.
I cringed as you raked your nails deep down my stomach digging in.
You stopped at the top of my panties before yanking them till they tore.

Panic sliced through me as I felt you unclasping your jeans, understanding swept me.
I knew then what you intended to do and my blood ran cold at the thought.
You took your hand off of my mouth and threatened to kill me if I screamed
But I yelled anyway begging for help, preying that you would be caught.

I was silenced by a stinging blow that sent me hard against the head board.
Too disoriented by it to yell again before you were done taking off my t shirt.
Through blurry eyes and mind I felt your eager hands pillage and explore.
I was smacked again for screaming at how badly your fingers inside me hurt.

You showed no mercy as I screamed in pain against the palm of your hand.
You only continued to probe and play, talking dirty to me, making me talk back.
Through bloodied lips and wrenching pain I was abused by this man
He made me say unmentionable things about him, while he cruelly laughed.


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This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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A Mothers Love?

How can a mother not hurt
when her child cries out in pain?
How can she turn and look away
when there's so much to be gained?

If only her heart would open
and let God show the way,
to happiness and love everlasting.
For this, I'll always pray.

Is it possible to just feel nothing
towards the child you gave away?
Please say there is at least a hope
that you will love me again some day.

When I look at my child I feel love.
I could never turn my back.
But you never felt that way towards me.
Is it something that I lack?


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What A Woman

What A Woman

Woman, there is more to her than her lovely lady curves

Woman, confidence and wisdom is all visible in her swerve

Woman, her actions never contracting the sense of maturity

Woman, her past has made her grow rather than creating insecurities

Woman, assumptions rarely clouds her vision

Woman, hearsay or opinions is never her final decision

Woman, she’s the of essence of the word “independence”,

Woman, mutual love and respect is her dependence

Woman, massaging her ego on anyone's expense is not her way

Woman, doubt and insecurities arise but  extreme games she dont play

Woman, courtesy is never lost for her pride

Woman, she rarely has anything to hide

Woman, she lends a hand to forgiveness

Woman, benefit of doubt is her quickness

Woman, as for girls they are opposite to her swagger 

Woman, because her kind never staggers

Woman, anyone can wear her fashion

Woman, what makes a woman is humility and passion

Woman, she doesn't come across as crass 

Woman, her mere presence says what a lady of class 

Woman, she leads the rest to the dream of a man

Woman, she is simply called “what a woman”


By H.F.
Written: August 2009


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I Beg You

When I heard you were in the hospital
it all became so clear.
I better take advantage of the time 
while you are here.

We need to see eachother
and find a common ground.
It's taken over twenty years
for you to come around.

We've wasted our whole lifetime
There's so much we don't know.
I doubt you know my favorite song
or favorite t.v. show.

You say you've quit the smoking.
I fear it will not last.
If you don't take this seriously
You'll just repeat the past.

I'm begging you sincerely.
You say you'll be my mother.
To do this may take all you have.
Unlike you, I have no other.

You have two other daughters
To step into my place.
You are my only mother
and you cannot be replaced. 


Details | I do not know? | |

It's Time For Me To Get Tough!

That's it! 
No more excuses! 
I'm laying down some rules! 
Just so you don't misunderstand...
I'm tired of you fools! 

It's time for me to get tough! 
No more ''Oh, that's ok.''
I've had all I can take from you
And things will change...
TODAY! 

I mean it.
I'm not kidding! 
You'll be begging for a break! 
No matter how much you may beg
That's it...for heavens sake! 

What's that? 
A tear? 
Don't do it.....I said I'm being tough! 
Now you want a hug from me? 
I guess you've suffered enough! 
:) 


Details | Rhyme | |

Without God We're Empty Within


Without God… We’re Empty Within! Without God… Our life is filled with emptiness within. And is quickly absorbed into the quicksand of sin! Without God… We are like sheep that have gone astray. Being confused... And going the wrong way! Without God… We have no moral compass or guide. And soon become arrogant and filled with pride! Without God… We are like a ship that’s lost at sea. Not knowing who we are or where we’re going to be! Without God… We have no true hope or security. Everything becomes meaningless and utter vanity! Without God… We have a life built on a “shaky” foundation. It’s only through HIM… We can become a new creation! With God… All things are possible to those who believe! An abundant life with Christ… You can achieve! With God… Your life can be cleansed and made whole! Only he can bring true love to your soul! With God… Can you find eternal life so joyful and bliss! God’s purpose for your life. You don’t want to miss! With God… You can have peace and joy you never had! He’ll give you a reason to be happy and glad! With God… Things in your life will never be the same! That moment you reach out… And call on HIS name! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ode | |

Christmas House

Mommy! Mommy! See the Christmas tree
Shining brightly for the neighborhood to see?
And the logs on the fire are so sparkly.
They make me feel warm and fuzzy.
Did you know tonight is Christmas Eve?

Mommy! Mommy! Watch how the lights
Blink and glitter. They shine so bright.
Used to be I was ‘fraid of the night
But it’s too pretty to feel any fright.
Mommy, what will you open at midnight?

Mommy! Mommy! Listen. They’re singing
And there’s snowmen. And angels. And bells ringing!
I wonder if anyone will come bringing
Any music for us? Any ding-dong-dinging,
And make us happy…our skin tingling?

Mommy! Mommy! What did you say?
Oh, me? What do I want this holiday?
That’s easy. I wan’na laugh, sing and play
With you -n- Sissy. Now, can we pray
That God will send us Daddy on Christmas Day?


Details | Rhyme | |

HE WAS THERE

I know that there are some that still can't pray
and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?'
HE was there with each tear that's shed
as the news reported, There is thousands dead!'

HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control
His angels collecting each passenger's soul!
HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center
with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter!

HE was there in every tired body and grimy face
that refused to give in to another trying to take his place!
HE was there amongst every common place hero
who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero!


HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74
whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door!
HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon
when another plane flew into them like a bomb!

HE was there when thousands of passengers landed
unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded!
HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth
who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup!

HE was there when the President cried out with pride
'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!'
HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door
teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war!

HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss
just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross!  HE WAS THERE!

©11/09/2012


Details | I do not know? | |

The Grime

She stands by the door waiting for 
her to come, the days finally here 
going home with her mum. 

She's 4 now, almost a year to the 
day, since the childrens aid workers 
came to take her away. 

When she was taken her mom was 
addicted to crack, pulled in by the 
streets and not looking back. 

Mom hustles the streets, living blast 
to blast, hoping this  will help her 
forget her past. 

But now her heart is filled with 
sorrow, "don't worry honey ill clean 
up tomorrow." 

Tomorrows come and go but she 
stays on the street, the drug that's 
too hard  to beat. 

Then it happens a sign from the 
gods, something makes her defy all 
the odds. 

Her boyfriend arrested sent off to 
jail, won't be a while til he can get 
bail. 

Now the light goes off in her head, 
she realizes that the street will soon 
make her dead. 

She leaves downtown and rebuilds 
her life, she can't believe why she 
caused all this strife. 

After a few weeks she gets a visit 
supervised, and she changes herself 
seeing her kids eyes. 

She goes back to school and gets 
her own place, help from family and 
friends she rehabilitates. 

Her boyfriend from prison promises 
her the world, says when he gets out 
it will be them and her girl. 

7 months go by her man gets out of 
jail, now this is not the end of the 
tale. 

Now the little girl stares at the door, 
which I'm sure she's done many 
times before. 

Todays the day, ribbons in her hair, 
pretty pink dress her mom will soon 
be there. 

She hears the door handle and yells 
"Mommy",   door opens its not what 
she expected to see.

The lady walks in sad look on her 
face. The young girl knows she won't 
be leaving this place. 

"Sorry honey, mommy can't make it 
today",
"Why?  Where is she?  What did she 
say?"

Her mom sits in the crackhouse, 
drugs in her hand, staring across the 
table at her freshly released  man. 

"Does anyone have a pipe I can 
borrow?"
"Don't worry honey ill clean up 
tomorrow!"
 



Details | Acrostic | |

The Girl With No Name

November 26, 2009
She walks with her head down,
She wonders with no purpose,
She has a mother who forgets her,
She has a father who dosnt want her,
She has parents who cant handle her,
What is she to do with herself?
She has two sets of parents,
Neither seem to want her,
She has a big family but,
None have time for her,
She hides her tears,
She hides her pain,
She hides the abuse,
She blocks people out.
This is her legacy ,
This is her story,
This is her life,
This is the girl with no name.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Aung San Suu Kyi

For Aung San Suu Kyi

manacled
you remained unyielding
bruised by their bayonets of power
you remained unyielding
gagged by their coarse brutality
you remained unyielding
today you return
and we salute
your spirit
that remained
and remains
unyielding


Details | Free verse | |

"Identity"

Gentle, mild, and meek.
Human-strong and weak.

A mask to hide away the pain.
Hard to live with shame.

Good person, good friend.
A ? mark; never seen through to the end.

Chivalry is dead and so is the “good
Samaritan” act.
In this world today, it’s a true, proven fact.

Humble; a little pride, determination is my drive.
If I want things to get better for me,
hope burns on the inside.

Reserved and I move at my own pace.
Steady and slow, less consequences to face.

This is my life; pathetic as it is.
It’s the only one I have; not urs, theirs, hers or his.

I know who I am.
I have too much respect for myself and body; forever condemned.