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The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


Details | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



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Motherland's Funeral

In the past, my country
cradled me within her womb,
but our roles reversed.
I held her in my arms,
felt her slip away.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

They wrenched her from my arms,
took her from my loving arms
to poke, to prod and draw blood.
I prayed while watching attempts made
at her resuscitation,
as greedy hands held out pens,
prodding me to fill in the proper forms.

The world is on lithium,
the drug has defiled the last drop of clean water.
My country was on lithium,
for her, the vibrant colours turned into dull grays,
and in the end, her heart gave way 
from having spent too many decades 
trapped within a gilded cage.

She had an organ donor card -
her organs were sold off one-by-one
while she still clung onto life.
Her organs were removed,
replaced with waving flags
and roaring stadiums.

Men from every standing, race and creed,
groped Motherland's body
after causing her to bleed.
Many men had laid with her. 
Oh, how they did.
At least some men showed decency,
graced her with meaningful caresses.
But they were far and few between -
between the rape, miscarriages and spoils.

Lithium is being slipped into my drink,
into my food, into the very air I breathe,
so daily I purge,
horrified by my country's overdose.
She looks decrepit, splayed out in the morgue,
a cardboard ticket hanging from a big toe
like an empty, whorish price tag.

I will have to give her a proper burial in my mind,
for they are going to have Mother embalmed,
encase her in a glass coffin,
and put her on display.

Our Mother passed away,
yet the land is here to stay.
I will walk across clear-cut ridges,
pass through neon-lit distractions
as a gypsy vagabond.
From now on, the territorial lines
mean nothing more to me than rules to follow.
The shell of this country remains, 
Nationalism has turned empty-hollow.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

I lost my country today,
held her in my arms,
watched her slip away,
felt her slip away.





April 30th, 2012


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The Seamstress of Time

I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair

She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke

The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm

Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said

As she once again started to dissipate 
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”

As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face

Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”

Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true

I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways

The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight

Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble 

From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me

I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth

I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way

I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain

She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”

“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”

With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”

As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”

“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”

One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”


When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I 
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day. 



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UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Through the Door

Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing,
calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts?
Can you see them kiss away my pain, healing every hurt
that’s ever marked me broken, dead or dying?

Can you see them hurt me? When they curse me, flay me; 
ground me with their unformed anger and bravado-uncertainty
until they fly behind doors, crying over what they’ve said – 
wishing they could take it back? 

O’, does that pride HURT! 
It stabs the chest and holds…holds…holds.
Can you see them behind doors and feel their wishful hearts burn? 
Can you feel them loving me through it all?
Love is not something easily hidden. Love like that breaks down doors – 
                                    sees through them. 
Can you see my tears; feel the weight of them on your cheeks? 
They are yours. 
Where you are (past the furthest/closest door) can you see me in them? 
Can you see the love I kept hidden in my dark and painful dungeon? 
You never knew what he did to me – but deep down, I blamed you anyway. 
There was only you left, you see; always you.
Can you see, I'm just like you?

If you can see me, you know. 
And if you can hear me crying through this God Damned pen (all those notes – 
all those written sorry’s slipped beneath doors - you must have known that
even at 37, I’d write you my heart in a note!)

You, Gran/Mother, are my one and only regret. 
That for 7 years, I treated you like a burden, a bother, and a barrier. 
I treated you like you should have treated me – an unintentional intruder;
like something taken, not given. 
But worse than that, I treated you like an acquaintance. 
Knowing how badly that must have hurt you, makes me want to be kicked in the face 
until I am unrecognizable; to the rest of the world, and myself. 

But life’s not like that, is it? No. You knew that, too. 

My baby boy has your nose, ears, and eyes. 
Do you think that if I whisper in his ear tonight while he sleeps (between you and me – 
at the doorway), you could hear me?
Tonight, I will whisper love in his perfect ear (pressed up against heaven’s door) -
maybe you will hear me say,

“Indy…Gran, I’m so sorry. If you can hear me, please give me a sign so I will know 
you’ve heard me. I want to see you smile again – just one more time…please…
let me know that somewhere, behind the door, you forgive me…”

And in the darkness of his bedroom; the moonlight covering his small face
like an angel’s kiss, the baby boy in her likeness, smiled.


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SOMEWHERE ALONG HER HANDS


' '''''''' ' '' Somewhere a hand is reading out loud a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal recording daily life’s soirees, memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes from the blasting words of the sun. Somehow someone reaches from darkness to drive the shadows that meet the body of her child: trembling with excitement or fear, sliding tender fingers on the back; parts the arms like wind that rushes in all seasons to reveal the lush, delicious landscape of summer ; then rubs the elbow down the forearm to greet the cheeks with a kiss and watches while the hands move back without help or guidance from the daughter sleeping. ~ Somewhere a mother, grandmother, godmother, stepmother, or mother nature weeps over love’s broken child; uses her hair to bandage the wound on the youth’s head …unfolds her hands from prayer to widen the window of angel psalms pressing her lips into alleys of the sapling’s mouth: a tear transforms her from receiving to giving. ..and she feels without seeing the last light of the night; lit for the heart of those who witness its extinguishing * Somewhere death’s chariot prepares for a long journey, away from the living: pack the roses from tomb to womb, remove the thorns for gracious sake, like knives that pierce the heart of loved ones who cannot move on, pulling the orchards over her head; a name whispered in every fireplace she flamed * * And somehow tonight, I hear her stir, still clinging to the waning voice of the hours; she bequeaths stars I will inherit until she, at last succumbs to wispy bliss. And I, a sighing child must tell her: “ Wake up, you've been in bed so long, Mother, you should not be sleeping…” ~ © ........ .... ........ *with love to my Mom who had passed on* Gautami Phookan's Poet lll Contest by nette onclaud


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MOTHERS ARE

                                Mothers are love you can never replace,
                        from the day you were born they have that embrace.

                                Mothers are someone you can always turn to,
                        when ever you are in trouble and don't know what to do.

                                Mothers are our healers all the times that we are ill,
                             it is just how Mother's are,always have and always will.

                                Mothers are guardian angels who guide us through life,
                                      they are gifts to our Father's to be a loving wife.

                                Mothers are special and are made just for you,
                        always beside you when you need help to get through.

                                Mothers are people who will always be around,
                       she may not be your blood,but a Mother is common ground.

                                          MOTHERS ARE PRECIOUS PEOPLE
Dedicated to PD:)

                                                      Colleen Marie Bono
                                                           July 1, 2013


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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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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)


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


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M O T H E R =(contest)=

        (MOTHER) 

For you I sing on this day
For you have shown me love, each and every way
I am yours and you are mine
I respect your love  until the end of time
With a mother like you, my life will always shine

Finding sun when there is rain
You are there to guide me in my pain
Lifting my heart when I am sad
Holding me when I am crying too
You are there when things get bad
Always doing what is true
When I say things to hurt you, or get you mad
I am sorry to have disappointed you 
like the times i got upset and started to fight
How about the times I tell you that your wrong
Never giving up on me, always showing me love 
Always waking up to a good morning kiss,
Than you always bless my goodnight kiss,
In those moments my life is where it belongs
For those reason to me you will always be right

Mother, I love everything you do

Like when you cook  for me
You also showed me how to tie my shoe
All those times I made you yell, or did not do things your way
You always found ways to make things  well
Always having the perfect thing to say

With a mother like you, I ask my self everyday
Are we a gift to you, from heaven above
Or, are you a gift to us, with lots and lots of love

Mother, I do not want to see you mad or sad 
You deserve to be treated special, from the day of birth
You deserve one more extra day besides your birthday 
Mother, you always know what to say
Mother, you deserve every thing your way
Mother, for you I will always pray
Mother to you I give all my heart
Mother not even your death tore us apart
Mother you are still in my soul no matter if we are apart

Mother I will never change you for another
This poem is just for you mother
Mother for you I praise your special day

HAPPY  HAPPY  MOTHERS  DAY

  (TO MY MOTHER WHO IS STILL WATCHING OVER ME)
                 ( I  WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS  17 )
          



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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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Tanglaw -- Light

Sometimes, I cannot help but sigh
and wonder--
wonder deep inside of me 
whether I could ever be like you.

I riffle through the pages of my soul
and find a lot of them empty
Unlike yours, which seem to be bursting, blinding,
bursting, and still continuing to burst with brilliance...

So much so, 
that your soul's light
has spread far and wide,
very much like sunlight's fingers
opening the morning sky curtains,
touching and warming
those who need it.

Tanglaw 
Each step that you take,
each breath that you exhale,
each prayer that you whisper,
each beat of your heart
Tanglaw

I receive a smile,
and chat
with that man
who you've helped change...
Because of you,
the silent man now speaks, smiles.

You sit down to rest,
I see you talking to someone,
and I am almost fooled,
since you seem like old friends.
Because of you,
the lonely strangers become kindred.

It mystifies me sometimes,
of how you never seem to get tired.
It seems like I am the one who gets tired for you,
who gets worried for your own strength...
Then I see that glow from all around, 
and I am reminded how you glean from this glow.

I see you as this beautiful ball of energy--
Never static,
bouncing from soul to soul,
illuminating parts of themselves
that even they never knew existed.

It is so amazing seeing this at work,
since the next thing I know,
the place is lit up,
Alive. 
...and it is all because of you.

It makes me feel unworthy at times,
but oh how it also makes me feel so proud,
that I am a part of you,
and you are a part of me.

I have a lot of catching up to do,
since it seems I am lightyears from where you are

But I will try.
I will catch the tail end of your light,
clutch to it with my life, winding it around me,
let it embrace me--tight, so tight.
And I will never let it go. Never.
Until I also begin to glow.
Until I too, become that ball of light.

Hopefully when someone
riffles through the pages of my soul,
they will not find it blank,
but filled with gilt pages of light.

Just like yours.
Bursting and brilliant just like yours.




Tanglaw is pronounced "tang-lao"

Where I live, mothers are said to be the "light of the home"... 


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30 Years of Blooms

I guess it’s time to stop asking questions,
and start answering them.
Wipe away long dead evaporations;
mined trails overgrown with new,
more current vines.

Time to remove the silver duct-tape
from the face of killed memory; (the girl
in the cavern who sits, wide eyed and bound
at her skeletal ankles and wrists at the top 
of the wicked peak, looking for a way out –
her green eyes wild and rolling
like thunder and mustangs at the edge 
of the drop ,
looking for a way out of this 
buried-alive, hell)
and replace it with white words whispered
into my own children’s ears.

I cannot judge you.
Just as I cannot judge her.
We are all together in this moment.

And although I’d love to be 
the high and mighty mother who says,
“OH! I would never do that to MY kids –
never!”
I won’t. 
I won’t give him the pleasure.
The one who turned you to glass; beat you
until you were nothing but sunlight
in your own mother’s memory.
She loved me as I love mine (including
the young one who waits for her savior with 
the shining scissors; coming through 
the dark like rebirth and deliverance;
like a cool cloth on a charred brow).

So I will plant my Mother’s Day lilac tree
in her honor –
burying the questions,
honoring the love we shared
and still share.
We will leave our judgments at the door and sit 
beneath its amethyst blooms 
(my birthstone; 
                                  your given gift of insight)
exalting in the sacred heart of motherhood;
laughing until we cry;
feeding its deep roots
with memory.




© Kristin Reynolds 5 9 09

*Dedicated to my Mother this Mother's Day (I hope you are listening...)


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To My Wife Grandpa Murray's voice

I wandered and travelled
Nor knew where I'd gone .
Life became a problem;
T'was one long cruel song.

My problems seem to multiply;
They came from every side.
I vowed to find the answer;
by this I would abide.

I looked into nature
And tore apart my mind.
Then put them on the table
To see what I could find.

I found that I'de been greedy
and avaricious, too.
Whenever projects of mine failed
I put the blame on you.

I found that I was lonely;
I thought you didn't care.
But what I really didn't know
Was you were always there.

You tried to fill the void
That always was in my Life.
you tried to ease the sorrow
You've been a real good Wife.
 
                           Yvette & Grandpa Murray  
          From James Murray to , Janet Murray ..his beautiful wife.
" In great respect of Grandfather Murray's poem he wrote for my  Grandmother Murray "


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POET - DESTROYER

P-oetess, who is so GREAT and LOVELY
O-n  the pedestal, I look up at her with so much glee
E-verything she writes are splendid and they all inspire me
T-eaching  me unique writing styles, drawing me to pen more with piquancy.

D-estroyer is a nice name  giving me good impressions
E-ncouragement through her comments, destroy all my writing inhibitions
S-o grateful that heaven brings  her as one of my precious gems
T-ruly, I will forever treasure her in reality and in my dreams
R-ight here in my heart and mind, I sincerely admire her
O-h, what a great mother, grandmother and also a sweet friend and sister!
Y-earning to meet her someday,  I still wonder
E-nchanting names she has are giving me puzzles
R-esolve my doubts, who is  Skat and Linda who has the same name as her bf forever?
        





Written: Sept. 6, 2012


10th Place Winner
Contest: Curiosity Killed the Cat Harry Horsman and Mandy Tams
Judged: 10/3/2012
Poet Sponsor: Harry Horsman


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Sentinel of Strength

* This one is for my Mommy, her Mommy ETC- the lucky ones.


Nourishment- encouragement.

Minister of all heart's treasure
Donor of the kindest pleasure 
Infinite love, no measure
Powerful embraces, your leisure.
 
Sublime being, forever proud
Never shallow, nor a shroud
Instructing all, love you vowed
Quiet sentinel, strength so loud.

Upon weary days, you'd not smother
Heart enriching, me 'n' my brother
To adore you, there in no other
Divulging to all, the perfect Mother.


This one is for the unlucky one's who have or had no choice.

O' girl born to royalty
From the moment of birth, 
Preened for the aristocracy
Prospect to a King's loyalty-

Fed from another's breast
Mother was busily searching for
your future husband's crest.
Princess's every movement planned,
even to whom would be given her hand.

Aged of thirteen years, 
a fountain of ideas was becoming hers.
Learned in languages, yet 
to never have a tongue
Driven to madness
O' so very young.

"All that is expected of thee
is to be wife and Queen, in this land
of unity. Bear sons and speak not
a whit, after all... you are but a 
woman, silly twit." Her Father, the 
King explained that eve 'fore her nuptial.

"But Father, I know not even who he is!"
The frightened Princess softly spoke.

Yet the argument was always the same.
She was to wed the King of a strange land,
to go with him as always planned.
She was to forge the union of Kingdoms.
To do as told and enjoy all that is grand.

The day of the Union, she met her 
betrothed, walking down the isle
He stood there , some fifty years old,
large, pasty, expectant and with a vulgar smile.

And all her fears, even within her 
young years- drove her instantly mad.
In a rage, she died then and there
rather than to be locked in her Royal 
cage.


These are akin to so many women and mother's alive to this day.
Never should these women go unnoticed.


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Thank you mother

I must confess!!
my mother was not there
when i needed milk from somebody's breast

Probably she was feeling stress -
daddy used to beat her down
living marks from the face to the chest

Eventually mom left,
living behind two sons;
i must believe she thought it was best

To do not worry about the rest -
she kept on going forward
and buildup a new nest

I'm not writing this for you to criticize
but rather
for you to analyze   

That i had realize!!
You couldn't ever gone back
to get hurt and be utilize

So you came to the deep south
with only one purpose;
not ever going back to the devil's mouth
 
If i was you i would have done the same,
but again, what about my sons
you know what, don't take the blame

Mother is alright!!
I am very thankful
for i am very bright

Thank you again for giving birth 
two beautiful sons;
worth introducing to the planet Earth


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Iowas Child

Gone are the fields of winter white
soon to be replaced by hues of greens and yellows,
in the interim, fields of barren brown and dirty gold
turned, to breathe warm air from departed winter chill

Plumes of black and gray from mans machine
kneading the back of Mother Earths desire,
before impregnating her with the many seeds 
that will produce offspring to quench mans many needs

oh, how lonesome she looks, so alone
holding yet to some remnants of children past,
left only to cradle her dead, left by man
yearning to suckle new life, as only a Mother can

Above, from the heavens, Father prepares
to germinate those so many seeds,
with life sustaining necessities only he is allowed
sunlight and life giving rain, loosened from the clouds

within days Mother is impregnated
she can feel the multitudes of organic life,
moving within her womb, yearning,growing, needing
the escape, to be warmed and nourished by the Sun

Minutes turn to hours, hours to days
suddenly weeks pass,and yet another life,
giving rain, descends from guilded clouds
arms and fingers, of her children, open, sustained

nearing the end of a warm and wonderful summer
it is time for Fathers other children,
to reap what he has sewn
time for Mother Earth to let her children go

My, how they have grown, tall,lush and full
of the fruit they were meant to bear,
to provide nourishment for the masses of seeds
grown to maturity, in need from the father

Again, the gray black plumes of mans machine
come to life, they move through her fields,
her children, like a predator among prey
until, she is left again, with remnants of children past

Soon she will be blanketed again in winter white
gone will be the warm breath of life,
her children taken from her, she is again barren
only to be betrothed to a promise of new life.


I wrote this on a day trip to Illinois from Iowa across wide open farm land.

                      God Bless....Taz


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Apology Letter To My Mama

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


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In Ordinary Cups

The days pass from tea cup to tea cup
in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest.
From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white
to the subtle fall of accordion night.

The echoes of childish laughter tremble
across the cracked surface of plaster walls.
Random squeaks in oaken floors return 
the footfall of father, coming and going.

Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet
dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease,
and every loved and loving one returns
in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips
upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.



















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Nikan

Inspired by;  Constance La France’s Native American Portrait 


Nikan is a man who once stood proud and true all across this land
in symbiotic relation with nature endowed by the great creators hand
passed onto him by his ancestors to never take more than his fair share
and always be kind to this land for it’s the Mother to all whom she shall bare

When times are lean we all will grow thin together for together we are one
with one voice to sing in harmony for bountiful harvest to our Father the Sun
and give him thanks and praise for warming and making fertile our Mother
who blessed new life into the birthing seasons for every Sister and Brother

Great spirit hear my song of hope that I sing for my people who will cry
we are mighty on the earth give us protection or your children they will die
and our people’s blood will flow upon our Mother like deep rivers of raging red
O’ Father I can see no solution will you spare us from the white mans dread 


I could never make claim to imagine this great man’s woeful sorry or despair
Nikan's song is a lonely tune played for the spirit of his people upon the air.


Nikan traslation from the Potawatomi "MY Friend"

Baamaapii Nikan.......until we meet again my friend


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A Mother's Love

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


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Mothers Day: I love you Dad

I love you dad,
Not because of the sweet deep voice
Not because of the angelic heart 
Not because of the shelter and food
Not because of bills you clear
Not because of because
I love you dad, 
so much,
Because you love mom 


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Our Grandmother's Blessings

So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear
So many ask, “Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here”?

So many questions that I have come to know
If we just plant a seed, with water it will grow

I have a natural green thumb that now is wasting away
Along with a mind that does love to go out and play

Times I still ask, “How did this all came to be”
What was it that my wife was able to see in me?

She says that my heart was the most beautiful around
It still blows me away, for I clearly remember the sound

Her voice was so soft, her tone was so sweet
I was nothing less than pure evil upon two feet

Had been years since anything had took me by surprise
Ice cold is what the rest of the world had seen in my eyes

I looked at her smiled and laughed in my cold convict way
She smiled and said, “Why you want to be mean anyway”

I told her, “I reckon we are all born to just what we are”
She said, “So why are you a dope cook instead of a star”

That question stopped me right there dead in my tracks
I thought, “This girl is a looker but God she is whacked”

Last night her and I sat out underneath the moon
Two very blessed souls swinging in our sliver spoon

Just a little swing we built together out in our back yard
Place to just sit back and rest after a day long and hard

I once again ask her, how in the world could you ever know?
 “My Grandmother was preacher, I could see her in you soul”

Which led me to speak out my truth for I learned to not lie
"My grandmother was also in yours, answering the entire “Why”

Grandmothers we respected and held above all others 
Brought each of us together in the land born of lovers

Two Grandmother Spirits full of pure heavenly delight
Led their grandchildren into the valley born of the light

Now here we sit holding each other, each other high above
Because we share in the blessing of our Grandmothers love


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Toni and I had lost our Grandmothers before we had ever met
though I knew of hers because she was a very powerful lady
and a down home speak in tongues Pentecostal Preacher that
had great respect up in these parts. After all these years we 
confided in each other that we could see our grandmothers in
each others eyes. Thank you and God Bless, MJ


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Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


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I still feel lost

Even though you've been gone for a year and a half, at times I still feel lost without you.
When I feel this way, it's so sad and I don't know what I'm going to do.
While you were on your deathbed, I asked God for a miracle when I prayed.
But he still took you after you had been my mother for over four decades.
When somebody has been a big part of your life for that long, it's very painful when they're taken.
When the doctor said you were going to die, I would've given anything if he had been mistaken.
It broke my heart to see you lie in that hospital bed and suffer.
The situation was bad enough but it was bound to get rougher.
Things became much worse when I woke up and saw that you had died.
At times I still feel lost without you and it tears me up on the inside.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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THE BLACK AND BLUE BLUES

THE BLACK AND BLUE BLUES

There was blood on the street
On his shirt
And on his shoes
Yet it never made the news

Just another person
Just another tale
Just another sister with a sorry story for sale
A beauty bound to lose
Yet it never made the news

There had been thousands of tears
Throughout the years
And nights of varied and sundry fears
Her face was painted with blacks and blues
Yet it never made the news

She’d been to the cops to tell her story
“listen lady, no guts no glory”
To them it was too ordinary so they’d refuse
I’d pick up a newspaper to peruse
And still her story never made the fu**ing news
 
When the law finally caught the case
They understood the condition of her face
Needed not was D.N.A.for the culprit was known
After he beat, bludgeoned and broke every bone

This was a couple who should had never become a pair
She with morals and he with his nose in  the air
Because she was his dynamite and he was the fuse
And she died yet it never made the fu**ing news
     © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ 



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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



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This poem is my own recovery from Valium O Little White Tablet

‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’

O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
(The cure)
No-one told me, when they introduced me to 
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen 
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years. 
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.

This poem refers to prescribed drugs


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Ungrateful Son

Self righteous there, he stands and preens, this perfect specimen
Due to Mothers nurturing, alive and prospering.
Forgotten are the years of toil, the Mothers care and love
The Brother  and the Sister, he keeps his head above
What  poison foul  infects his blood, and whispers in his ear
to Blind his eyes and turn his head from truth’s he will not hear
In judgement he declares the fault, forgetting what He’s done
Self righteous words and nasty mouth, deny the blame he owns
The bond he broke, the lives that spent, creating him a home
Are conveniently forgotten , he must have done it on his own
The years of dedicated Love, are foreign to his kind
The loyal years of Motherhood discarded in his mind
Oh that he could just stand aside ,and see what  he could be
Just take the look, review himself and see what others see
An arrogant uncaring fool who pose’s puffs and struts
fawning  Yes’s  on his cronies ,  and to his family But’s 
He’s lost forever, lest he changes temper tantrum’d rants
Grow from a nasty little Boy and take the real mans stance.
For many things in life don’t last, they’re transient you see
But a Mothers care and heartfelt love will live eternally
Or will he visit once a year for duty tend a grave
 A caring loving thankful son, for show he will be brave
Remember this you upstart, no matter what you say
The debt you owe your Mother, you never can repay
Next time you start your little rants and Put your Mother down 
When she is dead and in her grave forgiveness won’t be found. 


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A Mother's Love


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


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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


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The Unknown Soldier

I stand at your grave.
I do not know your name.
I know not where you are from.
Where you fought,
nor where you died.

The horrors and pain you suffered,
were not in vain.
The death and destruction brought you pain.

I weep at your grave,
for the life you gave.
I weep for the Mother,
that gave you that life.

I kneel before your grave.
I bow my head in gratitude to you,
The Unknown Soldier.
Forever Remembered.


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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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Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

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


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


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


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


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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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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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Winter Poems II - Waiting for the Snow

We lived in shoeboxes 
Where the full moon didn’t show
Jerked beneath blankets and the night
Waiting for the snow.

Mother sewed for coins
Through squinted eyes, blind tears
When she slept we added more stitches
Embroidered in our fears.

It was always winter
In our tile of world caught in the pane
We taught the babies how to pray
The stories kept us sane.

One day the stitching stopped
Why was she crying, we didn’t know
I cannot see. She could not see
So we waited for the snow.


2010.10.


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'My mom'

many are out there wouldn't trade you for the world just what I needed a jewel to me you're part of God's perfect plan I love you mommy
Contest Name : Senryu for Mom 25/04/2011 8th Place


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Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

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

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

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

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




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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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BABY

written 28th oct 2012

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us 
  an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace  
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen 
 hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd 

We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us 
 having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
 Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart

God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
 we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
 just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
 
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
 although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
   the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
                                  "Angel" 2012


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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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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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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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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

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

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

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


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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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To a Dead Man

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


Details | Elegy | |

I expect her to know

I don’t want to write about my mom,
She suffered in pain before she died,

But she always said she smiled when I did
Until the pain came and took her away.

She loved me, though never said such things
I loved her sometimes, I expected  her to know,

On the evening,  the night she died
Someone advised I should place my hand on her head

And tell, I love you mom,
I was not sure if she will hear or know.

Still I placed my hand and said, I love you mom,
There was pain in her eyes, she said nothing.

I traveled in the same hearse;
Expecting no one to see,  I place my hand one more time, 

And said, I love you mom -
She showed no pain or regret, nor she gave away her smile,

I even tried smiling that she may,
I waited the long dismal journey. 

I don’t want to write about my mom,
I expect her to know.


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MY SEVEN BLESSINGS

God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of brilliance’s, a shinning note,
That strums across grandma's heart strings.
The second child is a testament to patience,
No instructions came with this wonder
Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside.
But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows,
She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight .
I love my problem child just the same.
The third times the charms, she is that for sure,
With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls.
Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the
Darkest moment with just a simple smile.
The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring,
A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ,
Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw
Has hers.
Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man,
But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable,
Then gold.
Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations
Future astronaut.
With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of
The pack in any game of life.
My youngest grand son Issac his name means,
Laughter and joy and in this it is so true.
Tiny but mighty is my little Bella,
With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes,
And mommy's brave spirit.
She'll take on the world someday.
And win by all hands clapping her on,
Me Maw's future Mrs. America.
Seven was born on grandma's birthday,
A special gift given unto me is my darling,
Trinity.
Who knows what the future will hold for thee,
But seven has always been my lucky number,
So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing,
In my life.

1.  The blessings gift is music.
2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity.
3.  The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile
4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance.
5.  The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 
6.  The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit.
7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune.
And when you add up all my many blessing,
What does a grandmother receive a full heart,
Hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Good night my little angels and sleep tight.
I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, 
Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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Dear little sister from another mister

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


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The River Gomati-win

O grandma *Gomati, was born on thy bank
And born of a mother bearing your name
On all the yesterdays your water I drank
Am still the part of your pattern and frame.

My blood flows in thy stream meandering
It’s a kind of earthly immortality,
I stand by you and feel kinship endearing
Know not much about gods but your affinity

I learnt to strive, to sink and to seek depth ever
Simply Hydrogen and Oxygen doesn’t make water
Something third is needed to make you what you’re
Nobody knows except you Ma and your Creator.

                             *******
Dr. Ram Mehta
June29, 2011

Twelwth Place win in

Contest: best dedication poem by P.D.

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*Gomati is the name of the river in Gujarat State of India. My home town Dwarka 
where Lord Krishna ruled once, is on the bank of River Gomati. 

My mother too was born there and she was christened as Gomati after the name of the river.

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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Although,
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...


Details | Sonnet | |

Lost time

I was just a child of four with not much to say
But I enjoyed the times I went next door to stay
You were so sick in bed and didn't feel quite well
But you were strong and played with me so I could never tell

You body was full of cancer you were very ill
But whenever I saw you, you'd smile and I'd sit still
I'd climb next to you on your bed, I wouldn't wiggle
I saw the sparkle in your eyes and sometimes we would giggle

I'd love to sit and dress up in your necklaces and hats
Pretend I was a princess while you would just lay back
I was too young to know how sick you really were
You never ever let on, you let me play, a lot was just a blur

As I grew I was told you loved the time we shared
I wish that you were never sick and knew how much I cared.


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Mothers

Through veils of bright red pain
They bring us to this life;
Through tears and laughter
They love their small pink wonders
Through all those gates they must pass
On their way to full humanity.

They are lilac-love and discipline
Navigators of our stormy seas
Heedless of themselves for our sakes
And they bring us all the soft sweetnesses of home and hearth
That ever call for our return.

And so from every tongue
There falls the sacred one-word prayer
When the wide cold world affrights us
When the hand shakes, palsylike
And the heart beats hard against its cage:

     In deep of night
     When something unseen stirs
     The whispered hope is "Mother".
     When the flat grey weight of grief
     Lies hard across our shoulders
     The word that lifts the stone is "Mother".
     For scorch of stove, for frostbite sting
     We conjure cool and warm with "Mother".

     In the place for giving birth: "Mother".
     On the battlefield: "Mother".

Whatever pulls us to our knees 
To rudely remind us how small we be
In the Grand Scheme of Things,
The idea of her pulls us up again
For we are hers entire
In a way unique to her -
And things will be alright 
Because she says it shall be so,
And one may never     never     Never
Disappoint that Sacred One:

"Mother".


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 | Elegy | |

Mom-N-Me

While watching "Name That Tune" reruns
I taste the garlic she used to put in the Beef Stew...
Thinking and laughing
about something we had done together...
Bittersweet mem'ries of days gone by...
She was my Mother, and now she's gone,
but she lives on in me.
Her mannerisms...her smile,
her eccentric ways of cleaning...
Her mood swings...laughter..tears...
Her struggle with alcoholism,
and my triumph over it.
I loved her dearly.

In loving memory of
Della Jeannette Ham 
9/24/20 to 10/20/94


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

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

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

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

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

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


Details | Free verse | |

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 | 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.


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Divine Mushroom of Immortality

Psilocybin psychotropica,
you are a gateway to immortality,
a gateway to angelic states of euphoria
spreading open the wings of our glands,
breaking the bondage of mind-ego,
pushing thoughts closer to God.

Ah yes,
flies lick the cap,
then they dance in drunkenness,
making them so much easier to crush.
Blast those dirty flies
and the plagues carried upon their tongues-
miniature horsemen
galloping forth from the saliva
of these vile, winged beasts.
-Thou shalt not kill-
But kill only those disgusting flies,
please, kill them all!
Yes, kill them all!

Everything else should live.
Even inanimate stones breathe,
just as trees 
can hear us passing by.
Atoms waver, pulse,
twisting all about,
until reality can be seen as a 
gigantic interconnected organism,
constantly moving and breathing.
Breathing.

Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer
showed his patch of magical mushrooms
to the rest of the gang,
sharing the secret of flight,
enabling dear Santa Claus 
to fly around the world,
spreading the joy of psilocybin psychotropica
with everyone else.
Oh, the wonders of Christmas!
Lights and sounds
warping,
morphing
into scents and colours.
Rascally little elves
causing havoc in the kitchen,
spiking the eggnog with spores-
and we grow tall,
we grow small,
we are having a ball,
jumping through mirrors,
flirting with Alice,
exchanging recipes of cookies, cakes and brownies,
visions of sugarplums dancing through our heads.

Never want to go back,
the rabbit hole is st r  e  t   c   h    i     n      g,
exit seems so far away
as angels fluff pillows
for our sleepy heads to rest upon.
We dream,
talk with the dead,
watch spirits enter wombs
at the point of conception,
so that Grandmother can be reborn again.
And again and again and again-
an infinite string of galactic spirituality
waiting inside of this manna,
eternal life found in the spores of the 
Divine Mushroom of Immortality.





*I do not advocate substance abuse,
instead I am describing a Shamanic vehicle of spirituality.
When ingesting magic mushrooms,
especially potent strains like Muscaria Angelica,
make sure to be around people who you trust
and stay away from artificial lighting and television....


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We Need To Honor Our Parents

May We Honor Our Parents…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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To My Foster Parents With Love

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

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

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

I love you.


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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


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Memories Beyond The Door

Walking among the fragrant roses
And overhanging hibiscus so red
Dropping by the delicate posies
As through the garden, she led

The smell of gravy from the kitchen
And fresh bread being rolled
The clucking of the tame hen
And all thru her warm hand to hold

Scribbling on walls newly white washed
And catching fireflies at night
Stepping on frozen grapes, until squashed
Sleepily waiting for that golden morning light

A gentle smile, a gentle push
Gentle hands braiding the long hair
Picking white jasmine from the doorway bush
And decorating the braid with flair

Memories of so long ago
And age past, an age gone
Come flying in with the flow
Of a new day and new dawn

30/4/13


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.


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Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








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Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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No Job Can't Pay the Bills TRY JESUS


Here I sit, uncertain of what lies ahead.
I’m still wondering how my family will be fed.

I once had a job that provided a sense of “security.”
Now I don’t…  And I have a lot of uncertainty!

I have unpaid bills, and I’m not sure what to do.
I’ve asked for help.  But not sure who to turn to!

I get discouraged, and feel life “pulling me down.”
I’ve tried just about every job that’s in town.

The dreams I had, have been shattered and smashed.
At times, I feel like I’m just “a piece of trash.”

My wife tried to support me, the best that she can.
But she doesn’t know me…  Or even understands!

Dear Jesus…  You’re the only left that I haven’t tried.
There’s been many nights I laid awake and cried!

I read in the Bible, where your love for me is real!
When I call on your name...  There’s a love I can feel!

Whatever happens, please help me Lord, to trust you!
Whatever tomorrow holds, may I still love you!

I know that you’re a foundation, that I can stand on!
Jesus is a friend!  That I can always depend on!

Jesus, if I lose everything that I have or that I hold on to...
My I always remember your faithfulness
 and never forget you!

Here I stand… With my burdens lifted from me!
It’s because of Jesus!  And how much he loves me!

I praise HIS name!  And lift my hands to the sky!
He’s in control now!  I don’t have to ask the reason why!

Jesus…  Please take control of my worries and desires!
Above all of my problems, I lift your name up higher!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Poem for Mama

A Poem for Mama

Gnarled hands that caressed a dozen face,
Wrinkled eyes of aging, a woman full of grace.
Through thick and thin, she stood by me,
Lucky and grateful, ‘til death I will be.

When I was younger, she would say,
“build your dreams, never fall astray”.
Those words she uttered, I pondered thoroughly,
The principles she taught, I followed faithfully.

I tumbled, I stumbled, as years went on,
She never left me, from dusk ‘til dawn.
My teenage struggles, the heartbreak it brought,
Instead of judging, my feelings she thought.

Sooner I recovered, I matured, I grew,
In her arms I mended, all bitterness I threw.
She made me realize, that love is not life,
Beyond relationships, true happiness rife.

Now I’m full-grown, by myself I can rise,
Due to her guidance, I’m prudent and wise.
My mother, my hero, can’t compare you to the rest,
It’s true what they say, that mother knows best.


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 | Epic | |

Me

I understand the hearts of romantics,
The rapture of their words written on a blank piece of paper
Wrapped in pink ribbon to send to a lover
	 who only existed in the throes of imaginary adventure.
How the girl with the tattered spirit like a moth-infested closet
	Sprouted wings in a butterfly-like metamorphosis
Only to find a hole in the dusted wings that sent her sailing to the floor in a
frightening free-fall only followed by her teardrops.
How she dusted her knees and asked the teddy bear to kiss it better who only answered her
with the silent glint in his button eye.
How she patched herself up and continued flight.
How she broke her knees and heart in repetitiveness.   
	in a love unrequited.
I am the girl, I suffered, I mended.

The silent crisis deafening the city,
The boy with a glass pipe in his hand for an easy thrill
	lying in his own vomit across the street,
The grandmother weeping in the coldest room for hope and a time without need and addiction
	with a window seat to the neighboring event.

I am the boy that chases the dragon with a fearless anticipation,
Ignorant to the addiction that chews at my brain and teeth,
I scratch at the deposits in my arms and legs with a compulsive uneasiness
	to put on the sober face.
I fall on my knees in church,
Swear I believe in God and the Holy Ghost,
Pray to Jesus when it's unbearable,
Beg for the redemption of my fifteen year old soul because I know that my sins will reduce me
	to the burning pyre.

Adaptation, addiction abstinence, and absolution are all part of me,
I ask not of what the addict needs, for I become his heroin
	in his time of  relapse,
My cravings turn to pity for the men in withdrawal.

Beaming bright and beautiful,
My wings glow with the illumination that Mother graced me with long ago that I never
believed was
mine.

I am the warrior standing at the podium with words as my only ammo,
Facing my biggest fear.

Again the stares of inferiority.
Again the whispered thoughts against me.
Again the prejudice.

The knowledge overflows my being of terms I never analyzed completely,
An analysis of my inferiority to the people gazing at me with glazed eyes and polite smiles,
The understanding that wealth is the status quo as I stand in my old clothes and shoes,
I have nothing better to do than feel uplifted.

Again, the knowledge bubbles up in an outlet of laughter as it soars through my spirit
like a lighthouse's beam
	over the ocean.
They may be wealthy, but I am far richer.


Details | Couplet | |

Happy Mother's Days

A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay. 

A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists. 

So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support. 

Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies. 
 
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare

Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear. 

Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep. 

Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy. 

- Yours Truly


Details | Narrative | |

Female Companion

                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy


Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


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 | Free verse | |

Portraits of My Grandmother

Written by Gail DeBole on January 26, 2013

Portrait One

You thought that they were crazy.
Watching the news each night.
Your explanation was simple.
Crazy.  The killers, the liars, the cheaters…
And I snuggled next to you.
Thinking how overly-simplified your conclusion was.
Your shoulder making an excellent pillow.
Your apron always on.

And after the news was over
You were back in the kitchen taking care of…
Everything and everybody.


Portrait Two

In the video…old video…it’s now a memory.
You and your sister
Talking and laughing.
No sound video.
Can’t tell what you are saying.
Can only see the love between 
You and your sister.

That will have to be enough.
That’s all that matters.


Note: Part of the Portrait Collection


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 | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


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THE FIRST GIFT

The First Gift

There’s news for the young and news for the old,
And news for a world lonely and cold,
And down through the ages this story’s been told
How Love was revealed to all.

Into the world that was full of strife 
God told Mary that she would give life
To a boy-child, and become Joseph’s wife 
And not to be afraid, at all.	

In order to keep the law of the land, 
They traveled in winter over hills, rocks and sand. 
To Bethlehem they went, hand in hand
But there were no rooms for them all. 

The inn keeper said, ‘I’ve no rooms inside
But out here there’s a stable; around the side,
So in you all come, it’s dry and wide.
They all trooped inside, one and all.

The donkey and ox shared their bed in the straw.
Joseph spread their blankets over the floor
He put hay in the manger, and then saw 
Mary give birth in the stall.

He went to her side and beheld the sight.
In wonder he helped her through the long winter night.
They placed the babe snug and tight
In the manger; He slept through it all.

The first to hear were watchers of sheep 
Wrapped up in their robes, their watch to keep,
Staying awake, they did not sleep, 
Until the sun appeared over all.

While they sat in the fields all through that night,
The light from a bright star gave them a fright,
Until the messenger came within sight, 
And pointed the way to the stall. 

This brightest star shone across every nation;
It showed the way on this special occasion,
For three wise of men, who with elation, 
Followed this star to the stall. 

First shepherds, then kings entered the door
Of the humble stable, where Jesus they saw, 
Among lowing cattle, in a bed of straw;
God’s brightest star; born for all.

Each offered their gifts to the one who would give
His life, so we might know how to live.
When we do wrong, with love He’ll forgive,
So we can forgive one and all.

At Christmas time, like that first gift from heaven, 
There’s love received with each gift that is given,
Wrapped in fine paper and sparkling ribbon,
To remind us God’s love, shines for all.

The words set to rhyme and rearranged,
This story throughout time, unchanged.
Just as God's love has never changed,
It is here and now for all. 

written by Wordancer


Details | ABC | |

ABC story

An apprehensive Amy
Births baby Bob
Carefully cradles cries
Dons dry diapers
Emanates endless emotions
Fraught frantic fears 
Grateful glad greetings  
Huge happy hugs
Innate intuition increases
Joyful jaded journey 
Key kind kin
Learner loving lavished 
Must make money 
Nurturing new needs
Oceans of options
Play pray plan
Quiet questioning queries
Restful rescue remedies 
Seeking soother solutions
Truly tired times 
Uncertain, unforgettable unity
Varied viral visits 
Warm winter woollens
Xylophones xeroderma, x-ray
Yesterday youthful years 
Zestful zoned zenith


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 | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Hero's Un-Planned

Ringlet curls
Cabbage patch wrists
Dependent on me
Everyday a new twist

Making and breaking
Toys, games and knick-knacks
Mommy’s little speed racers
Mile long smile’s, are all I can crack

Yeah, frustration settles
From time to time
Then I behold their faces 
And think “wow, those are mine”

I try to think back
Before mommy-hood
On a straight road to nowhere
Parties, cigs, all no good

I went to see Doc.
He said “hey, Randa guess what…
…no more parties for you…
…at least not for 9 months”

Shock sunk in
“I’m a mommy-to-be”
A whole pack of cigs in the trash,
For the baby growing in me

Now I’m a mommy of 2
One 10 months and one on year 3
And to tell you the truth
I wouldn’t change one thing

They straightened me up hair to toe
No other could understand
How I thank them so
My hero’s un-planned

Copyright © Miranda Lambert
Written: 6/21/2011
For “My Children” Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Tiny Treasure

While preparing for the yard sale…there it was…
Just as tiny as I cautiously recalled
It is your hospital bracelet…
Amongst the many papers sprawled

Momentarily, I remembered seeing your tiny toes…tiny nose…
I pictured your precious little face…
I recalled how much your angelic demeanor 
and innocent charm led my thoughts to race

I often think about you still today
I wonder what lied ahead
What had become of your precious little self…
Did you have children and wed?

Forever doubting but knowing
I had made the right decision
Fully certain still today
With selfless, caring precision

I wonder if you ever thought of me…
Wondered what I was like
I wondered if you knew how much you meant to me…
Or were you purely full of spite?

Soon, I am leaving this world…
And as for me, you will never know
You will not know my true unselfishness…
Since I have no more candles left to blow

I will always treasure you…my love
I will always value the very few moments we had
I will always keep you close to my heart
So there is no reason to be sad

So please, my true prize, my little one …
All doubts, please cast aside
For my tiny little treasure …your bracelet…
Will forever be at my side


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Note: Please note that I wrote this in first person just to add drama to the story.  
This is 100% fictional and not based on my life.  I hope I did the subject justice.
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****Written for Paula Swanson's Yard Sale Contest*****
Won 1st Place!!!


Details | Free verse | |

A Poem for US Citizens And Politicians

 
NOTE: This Poem is dedicated To all those mother and fathers Who have lost Their dear little ones In he recent US killing. Ravindra A Poem for US Citizens & Politicians No words can console The grief stricken hearts of those parents And of your people Who have lost The pieces of their hearts in the killing. No remedial measures Can restore those lovely words Which used to pour honey In the ears of their loving mother and father. When they were live The smiles of these ill fated children Used to fill the hearts of their parents With strength, kindness and love And faith in God. Now since these angels Are no longer alive O’ Almighty God Kindly strengthen their shaken hearts O' God As they have lost The most valuable part Of their life, love and happiness Their dear loving children. Others can only express their feelings For the tragedy in which these small children Have lost their lives By the merciless insane killers Who are the outcomes Of the gun culture only. Every sensitive heart in world Would pray with wet eyes For those sweet little boys and girls, Who have lost their lives for no sins of their own. Let the wise politicians and law makers Poets, writers, Painters and Musicians Social activists and thinkers Of America Taking a lesson from this incident Should change those laws Which give birth to such heinous crime makers And mad law breakers. Ravindra Kanpur India 22nd December 2012/b>


Details | Free verse | |

To My Mother on Mother's Day

To My Mother 
On Mothers Day



I thought and thought
What gift I can give, to my late mother
On this auspicious Mother’s Day,

A gift for my Mother,
Who passed away from this world, 
Many many years back, on Mother’s day.

She must be living in peace,
While living on earth,
She was my inspiration and my precious teacher.

She charmed everyone, who got a chance
To meet her,
By her simplicity and love and selfless devotion.

Her melodious singing and playing of Violin,
Defused the gifts of poetry and writing in me,
Because of you perhaps, O Mother dear. 

She taught me the lessons of Music and Poetry,
Of life and its duties, not by taking my classes ever,
But by teaching me and others, what actually was our real duty,

She silently taught, the lessons of kindness and love,
Of facing the ups and down of life,
Without being sad and disturbed.

She taught me to be firm and sturdy in life,
And to never feel forfeited and disturbed,
Even if, success was no where visible.

How great was your greatness, we could not know it earlier,
You gave your precious years to my motherland, O Mother 
Sometimes directly fighting for our freedom, 

While in your remaining life, you cared and inspired, 
Even my father, to not only sacrifice his entire young age,
For the cause of India’s freedom, 

But also to write books and create, poetry likes Patradoot,
Which father wrote in Faizabad jail*, 
And dedicated it to you, O Mother dear.


Many decades have passed, when this great book,
In Hindi was written by my father,
Depicting the India, as it was around 1932.

O Mother, to day, on this great Mothers Day,
I am dedicating English version of that great epic to you,
So that the world may come to know,

The real life beauty of this great story*,
And the beauty of this gem of a writing of my father,
Which shines once in a blue moon only, 
On the horizon of poetry.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 9th May 10

  
* Story.	Hindi name Patradoot and in English ‘The Messenger’


* Faizabad jail.	My father( 1899-1994) late Dr Amarnath Kapoor devoted almost his entire young life 1920-47 for the cause of India’s freedom struggle, as a follower of Gandhi. During his long imprisonment in Faizabad jail, he wrote ‘the Messenger’ as a unique story in poetry in Hindi & secretly sent it to my mother, The Messenger was published and circulated 
in Hindi around 1933-34 with the result, the British rulers confiscated my father’s printing 
press for ever and its publications and again put him to jail.  
			


Details | Rhyme | |

"Mom In a Million"

This is easy, the one in a million in my life is my Mother...
With such tough years that have passed through our
family, she is the rock to keep it together...
As she has so nicely told me as a teenager, I brought you
into this world and I can take you out...
I am so much a reminder to her of my Dad, the good 
and the bad...
She and I share that way to make everyone smile when
life is a little sad...
I have learned to cook as a child watching her put together
those Sunday Italian meals...
Now its my turn to show her on the holidays what I could do
in the kitchen with a taste that steals...
Without my Mom I wouldn't be the man or as she says the 
child I am today....
She is with out a doubt a one in a millon, and I know why my Dad 
held her all his days....

"One in a Million" contest


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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


Details | Light Poetry | |

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.


Details | Lyric | |

Troubled Soul

You took the time it took to notice Me
You said your troubled soul was plain to see
You held my hand and led me home at a time when I was lost
You laid yourself on water ...and I crossed

You laid yourself on water and I crossed
You laid yourself on water and I crossed
You placed yourself upon the line not caring of the cost
You laid yourself on water and I crossed

You picked me up each time life knocked me down
I thought these feet would never leave the ground
Each journey had it's price and it was you who climbed the cross
You Laid yourself on water and I crossed

You laid yourself on water and I crossed
You laid yourself on water and I crossed
You placed yourself upon the line not caring of the cost
You laid yourself on water and I crossed

I've looked to you to know what's right from wrong
And when the darkness falls and light is gone
You've kept the darkness from my door and saved me from the frost
You laid yourself on water and I crossed


Details | Villanelle | |

Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


Details | Terzanelle | |

A Mother's Love

Abundant love outpouring like cascading falls A river ever flowing to the earth's widest ocean The most rewarding gift ~ a miracle, God's call An endless adoration, this complete devotion Warm breath of life brought a sweet angel's kiss A river ever flowing to the earth's widest ocean Depths of love, the heart will always replenish Indelible charm in his eyes, special smiles only for me Warm breath of life brought a sweet angel's kiss With a soft lullaby, I rock him on my knee Sunrise brings a new song, my soul dances with him Indelible charm in his eyes, special smiles only for me God has blessed our days, love flooding to time's brim Curiosity, innocence, and dreams ~ a life unfolding Sunrise brings a new song, my soul dances with him The most rewarding gift ~ a miracle, God's call By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 2, 2012 for Brian Strand's Whatever Again max 16 Third place finish


Details | Rhyme | |

Desert Floor

As I look out upon the desert floor, its beauty I espy.
A lizard awaits the sun to land for its’ sunning to apply.
A mother quail runs from her hole with 7 chicks in tow.
A comedy of running feet, they are found rarely still at all.

A mother dove nests high above, in a saguaro nestled deep.
A cactus wren finds fruit up high, from a cactus she will eat.
A hawk soars high above it all, seeking a breakfast to enjoy.
As fruit trees abound in every yard, amid varied colored stones.

Geese find lakes and golf course ponds with only minor flights.
But don’t forget the smaller things that crawl within the night
The occasional snake will rear its head to look around or bite.
But in cities they are rare, preferring desert solitude and quiet.

You best be quick or miss it all, no other choice there is, I insert.
We’re not alone within these lands of desert sands and dirt.
In a place most think lost, with no more than destitute emptiness,
Is a place where people and migrating birds seek to live with cactus.

And don’t forget the forests high; with wildlife found that’s rather large.
Where bears and pumas dance each day in some one’s great backyard.
Far away a coyote runs a jackrabbit deep into the hidden earth.
As armadillos move along before found, in the daily heats rebirth.

Don’t be silly some will say… it’s only sand, and dirt, and heat.
But I know it comes with great abundance and multitudes complete.
There are those who know the truth, like you, and of course like me.
Who each day find life, and beautiful sunsets in its magical relief’s.


Details | Light Poetry | |

DADDY

A father is someone that 
holds your hand at the fair
makes sure you do what your mother says
holds back your hair when you are sick
brushes that hair when it is tangled because mother is too busy
lets you eat ice cream for breakfast 
but only when mother is away
he walks you down the aisle
and tells you everythings gonna be ok 


Details | Prose | |

Soon

She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break

She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers

Occasionally
I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling

When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away

Sometimes
She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
Hold her hand
And say to her
Soon Grandma… soon


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We Went to Grandma's House


We went to Grandma’s house the other day! And brought some gifts along the way! We enjoyed our time and our wonderful visit We’re glad we had time with her! We wouldn’t miss it! We took her out and did some shopping in town… There were some good buys waiting to be found! We had a chance to have dinner with her too! This was an opportunity we wanted to do! We had a chance to talk about the days of past. Our memories of her, is something that will last! We enjoyed our time with grandma! Yes we did! She always has something worthwhile to give! We thank the Lord for a special grandma like this! Our times together have been happy and bliss! Please take good care of her Lord, is our prayer! Keep her in your tender mercy and care! We look forward to the next time we spend together! She’ll always be our grandma! Today and forever! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

Mother's Empty Room

Small room with one door
Pale green carpet lines the floor
Two windows, shades and curtains
Pink roses scattered uncertain
Paneled walls remember
Our Moms love this December
 
Figurines rest on dresser tops
Some gifts, others from local shops
Flower petals that hold no scent
Potpourri in baskets, its fragrance spent
Jewelry in boxes free from dust
Treasures left to us in trust

As we walk in her room
Memories flood, it’s too soon
Our hearts rhythm the song
Her being gone seems so wrong
As memories waltz in our veins
Longing for her voice, still, in vain

Pictures now our fingers trace
With each touch, her remembered grace
Eyes, once blind, can now see
Pain and sorrow gone, her soul set free
Her voice, now strong, rings in heaven above
Carried through the air on wings of the doves

To all this and more, we longingly cling
How we’d love once more, to hear Momma sing

 

By: Debra Squyres  12-3-2010

NOTE:  Though I searched in vain for the first draft of this first poem I was unable to find it. It was much longer and filled with cliches.... This is the poem I spoke of in my "Poetry on My Poetry" poem.  Of course it is cleaned up a good bit now and I've actually changed the title to "Room of Memories"


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 | I do not know? | |

You're my what....?!

           This is not my WORLD.

           You're my WORLD.

           You're my EVERYTHING.

           You're the FLOWERS, the GRASS, 

           You're my THOUGHTS,

           You're my EVERYTHING.
            
           This is not my WORLD.
           You're my WORLD.
                     
          So now.....
                be part of my.....
                                    LOVE.



                  *please comment if you don't mind, i'd really like to know your thoughts 
(fav poem if you like)*
                                                  
                                                            -Angel4eva23


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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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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Jesus My Life Is One HUGE Embarrassment


For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn’t sure if he’d listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Acrostic | |

~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 | Narrative | |

L O M L Always

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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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To Mama

Dedicated to my mother who, in my youth, I did not fully understand.. 


I wish my callings be sweet to thee; 
Abate not Oh lady the tenderness I'd missed 
Prolong thy tenderness and never a dreary; 
Your genteel should I suck from thy breast. 
From being a toddler remember I; 
That not so often I heard thy lullaby. 
And thence I asked Oh whence I came? 
I sought for answer; I didn't think ‘twas fine. 
Then years rolled by I attended school; 
Why art thou the source of my ridicule? 
The boys would laugh by what thou hinted; 
That I didn't fit a sport; I couldn't hit a target. 
It confused me much – yeah it hurt me badly 
The way thou saw me was never comely. 
Mama! Oh mama! I beseech thee 
Tell me the truth in anyway thou tell me 
Thou needest not to be subtle in telling the truth 
Let it be that I can have peace in my youth. 
The future is waiting and thither I goest 
Wish me luck; I don't want to be the lowest. 
Oh Mama, Willful as thou art, bestow in me some courage 
That even in my lowliness, I can live my life the fullest… 


                                    Date & Time of Writing: 
                                    October 4, 1988 
                                    12:03am - 10:10am 



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The Gracious Woman II

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored


Details | I do not know? | |

When I hold your hand

When I hold your hand
I know its true
your love for me
has truly grew
from a hill to a 
mountain
your the only one
I can count on
to be there when times
are lonely
in all your sweet
kisses and hugs, you
have shown me
your love is my treasure
and we can stand strong
through any weather
as turtle doves,
we fly together forever
when I hold your hand


Details | Verse | |

See Me Again


See Me Again

"Ghost Town Treasure"
Was my fav'rite book
You'd read it to me
At the end I'd plead
You'd read it again.

The beach! Such pleasure!
A picnic you took
To eat by the sea
At the end I'd plead
You'd take me again.

My birthday that year
Two snowball cupcakes--
Best birthday I've had
'Oh, Thank you!', I'd plead
And you would just grin.

Ghost pillow-case shear
On Halloween days
Paper bag full...sad
At the end I'd plead
You'd take me again.

And ever watchfull
Over years I find
Your face...mine...one look
At the end I plead
'Mom! See Me again!'

Times' hands did Not pull
My face to your mind
Or reading my book...
At the end I plead
And you just grin.

~Deborah Burch
4/01/2012

*This poem is dedicated to all the children and spouses of Mothers (and wives) with ALZ...and to the awareness of its heartbreaking torment. Hopefully one day we can prevent it, cure it -- stop it! To all Mothers everywhere and especially those with Alzhiemers' Disease (ALZ): HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY 2012!!! 

For: ~PD's "Mother's Day Contest" part 1
Form:verse


Details | Rhyme | |

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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Free Bird

<                             "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing
                 "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes
                       Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring
                            For she earned her wings and is now free to fly 



Entry For 
Carolyn Devonshire's
 Perception Of Heaven's Contest
G.L. All



RIP Mama
{1934-2005}


Details | Verse | |

A call for mom

Ma, ma, help Please,
Can you give me love? 
Hold me, hold me, 
Very tight; 
A smile for my heart,  
And one from the start,
Give a hug to show me love. 
That is why your mom.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


Details | Haiku | |

grandmother's sweet potato pie haiku

sweet potato pie
my grandmother used to make
i will always miss....


Details | Free verse | |

A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


Details | Free verse | |

Gods Gift

Someone to hold you 
Someone to care
Someone to wipe 
Away all of your tears
An icon of strength
Of courage and love
Gods gift to the world 
Is a mothers love.


Details | Rhyme | |

Love You Mom

May is when we honor Mom.
Her, that gave us birth!
No one has ever loved us more,
at least, not here on Earth!

She nurtured us through thick and thin!
She kept us safe and strong!
She was our Nurse, when we were sick!
She taught us, right from wrong!

She helped us with our schoolwork!
She cured our pains and aches!
She was always there, when needed!
Her main concern, was for our sakes!

Though she's no longer with us,
her memories still remain!
Her Spirit's strong as ever!
Someday, we'll be with her again!

She left fond, and loving memories,
of things she'd do or say.
So, to Honor Her, let us dedicate,
the entire month of May!

Note:  For those whose Mom's have passed.

Ralph Taylor
4/26/12
Contest:  Memories of May


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Mother

In reckless abandon my mind trekked,
But I "became", by the ardor in your being
Despite the discomfort,
You preserved me in your pouch
When you could have chosen to wash me away

With great pains and agony you brought me forth,
Can I be ashamed of her that bore me?
One thing remains,
Even now that I am grown,
Your love I have not outgrown.


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Mommy

Twist and turn I do
as mine thoughts burst
in hope !

Yes,
‘round and ‘round I turn,
yes
spinning with joy,
believing, 
yes I,
that Jehovah, our God,
will send His beloved Son..
Jesus Christ,
to open the earth 
beneath mine feet*

and return to me
thine glow !




*John 6:37-40


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A Grandmother

A grandmother is someone who loves you and your soul
Someone who hugs you when you feel alone

She reads bedtime stories for you
And when you sleep she does the same too

She is the one who gifts you hugs and kisses
And when you are not there next to her you are the one she misses

For you she will be on her toes the whole time
And give you whatever you want from a stuff toy to a lime

She is the one who comforts you and loves you from her heart
And doesn’t care if you are dumb or smart

She is a person you can never forget
For if you want to also she will never let :)


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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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If You Were

If you were a penny, I’d keep you in my front pocket every day.
I’d shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away.
If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you’d stay.
I’d shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray.

If you were a novel, I’d place you at the very front of the shelf,
I’d tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself.
If you were as free as a butterfly, I’d cup you within my hands.
I’d whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands.

If you were a painting, I’d pose you directly over so all could see,
I’d dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me.
If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined.
I’d scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find.

If you were a flower, I’d pluck the petals of bane from your life,
I’d water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife.
If you were an eagle, I’d admire your rare beauty from above,
I’d watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you,
my heart, my soul and love.


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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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ETERNAL GRATITUDE

ETERNAL GRATITUDE

(Dedicated to the memory of my parents*)



My beloved parents,

Humbly,
Before the altar of your memory I kneel
Wishing this little “poem” of mine to offer
A down payment of my eternal gratitude
For bringing me to life

Undeniably difficult it is for me
All you have done for me to name
So, only to a few of your actions I will refer
Forgive me for having only that to say

Worth mentioning, you would agree, 
Are the things both of you have shown: 
Your heroism, your suffering, your selfless sacrifice
For up to bring the family and to keep all of us alive    

The nights, I remember vividly, you passed 
Standing at my side, trying to help me as you could
When the threshold of death I approached 
Thrice, ready for the dark oblivion to fly 

Also the days when both of you valliantly
Struggled a slice of bread to find,
To feed all the six of us
To help us to survive

Your health, your youth, your leisure
Both of you, did, for us surrender
Leaving thus this ephemeral world
Just in your early forties

Your anguish only to imagine I can 
How alone we would survive
For all the six of us children were
From three and up fifteen 

Your souls now aware are 
That orphans are by GOD adopted
Each having nothing more to fear
For are by HIM PROTECTED

In peace let your souls rest
Close to our divine FATHER
For your children, children have
And they, in their turn, have children!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
   09 February 2013


* I come from a very poor family of eight. Two died when infant, the other six have survived and live in four different continents: Europe, Asia, America, Oceania, having children and grandchildren. Thus my mother’s Wish to have many children so they spread out and “Occupy” the whole world, has been  materialized in the most part! Thank GOD for granting my mother her Wish! Myself have lived, studied and taught in Canada for eighteen years. Members of my family live there and they have children and grandchildren.   


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Dedication

To my Grandma whose bond I share
For everything you have done with love and care

So much and yet you give more
Endless are the things I thank you for

Here is something simple, a mere piece
From the gifts you helped nurture and release


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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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Earth Angel

Earth’s Angel
Her salient wings glowed;
With love she cradled wild world,
All rested in peace.


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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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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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Pushing Pink

The following poem is dedicated to my mother, a breast cancer survivor and an inspiration to me!

Pushing pink is no ordinary task---
No one wants to live in fear, behind a thick mask.
Tell me you love me if no one else does;
Think of me if you will just because.

Pink ribbons or not, accept my disease!
It's not hard to do when you're down on your knees.
Pray for my wellness, a life of hope and love;
Shower blessings upon me, the joy of a snow white dove.

Lay pink blankets upon me and put a pink bow in my hair---
Please take this cup from me, it's too much to bear!
You don't have to say goodbye, it's not the end.
Always think of me often as your one, true friend.

Pushing pink may be a difficult task;
Sometimes one must put on a thick mask.
Pray for my wellness, a life of hope and love;
Shower blessings upon me, the joy of a snow white dove.

c10/23/13  Julie Rasley

(for Poet Destroyer's Pinktober contest)


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Morning before sunrise

Light is almost clear
The morning is here
Beautiful light, beautiful moment
Your grandmother and all it has been 
Now or then before a sunrise moment.


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


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Last Dance

The last time I saw you alive you hugged me tight and said my name as we danced. We only moved a few steps but it felt like the music played until the DJ said last call.  Little did I know you were teaching me the new step, the step of letting go.
Never had I felt the expression of dance embodying my nerves with love from head to toe.
I watched over you as you tossed and turned to find comfort with your discomfort... With your pain!
I wished I could have shouldered your pain, I wish I could have bottled lighting so you can once again feel the purity of rain.
What is a spot light that doesn't dim?
An ANGEL!
A angel whom memories run through me like a white wall receiving invitation from a projector and its film.
My thoughts are lost within its thoughts leaving me vegetated.
I ain't much for letting go! As much as I love your new position I hate it.
I need your voice, I need to feel your warmth, I need to see your eyes piercing me, I need it.... I need it!
Slowly moving left to right as I lead you backwards I felt your breath sigh.
I swallowed that breath being breathed; I got you I got you!
The world lost focus as God placed our moment in HD.
I'm dancing my last dance for the memory of you and me.


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Mother Marys motherhood

The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mother Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from Eternal God
True Eternal God from True Eternal God

Mother Mary is truly the Mother of Lord Eternal God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by Eternal God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mother Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Mama Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living
4202013


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December

Arguing with one another
Texting back and forth
Owen drives in the blizzard
Kurt is at home

Kurt sends Owen another message
"why did you tell them about me doing drugs?"
"that wasnt your place, i dont care if there your parents too"
"shouldnt i be the one to tell them?"

Owen tries to reply to the message Kurt has sent him
He loses control of the wheel
driving into a field 
Kurt recieves a message from Owen
"Im sorry I..."
The message was never finished
The car slamming into a tree
The tree branch breaks through the window
Thrashing into Owens stomach
As Owens head slams back and forth
The car is left smoking

Kurt knows something is wrong
but leaves things be

50 Minutes Later...."

Kurt and Owen's parent recieve a call from the police
"Is this the parent of Owen Everdeen?" the police ask
the mother answers "yes is something wrong? is it Owen, what did he do now?"
"Mam', Your son was in a accident, they are life flighting him to the hospital"
She drops the phone, and grabs her purse and yells at Kurt to come on.

She drives fast to get to the hospital to see her son
Owen was life flighted to the hospital
The police had to use the jaws of life to get him out of his car

They finally make it to the hospital
The Dr. asking "Are you the mother of Owen?"
She cries "yes, where is my son?"
Kurt stands upset at himself for fighting with Owen minutes before
Remembering Owens last text to him. "im sorry I.."

The Dr. explains to the mother 
"Owen didnt make it"
She sits in sadness
Numbness
She cannot breathe

Kurt runs after the Dr.
"this cant be, he has to be ok" as he starts to cry.
Just the night before him and his brother
Were playing guitar hero together
Remembering the last moment
The arguing
The reqruet Kurt is now feeling

"Owen Ryan Everdeen: Jan. 1st, 1990- December 8th, 2011"
To a good brother and a great friend, im sorry about all those times i have let you down
Im sorry for yelling at you that night, and causing your crash, the guilt i feel wont leave
I am sorry that you went through that, and left this world that way, forgive me for what i 
have caused. I love you.


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Gold Star

Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always 
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night

I wake up fighting a
constant battle,
I feel like I am in a circus
having to jump through hoops
my parents hold
to earn their admiration and 
approval

Earning their gold star
for the day
I was a rebel since day one
not trying to conform
dancing to the beat of a 
different drummer

Wishing to be accepted 
for who I want to be
and how I seek to spend my hours
nothing I ever do, seems to be good
enough

They talk about "emotional deposits"
i.e. spending time with them
but they spend too much time
picking and proving
reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions
they push me away, each day
'further and further I go
as soon as I make enough money
I'm gone

They act as if my artistic mind 
couldn't make money
like my dreams are distant relatives
of which I will never meet
but I strive to prove them wrong

Its bad enough being
one person versus the world
but when the army you fight
is led by your family, your blood
it's twice as hard to get up
in the morning, when the suns
rays dance on my closed
eyelids 

I try my best to be the kind
of person I want to be
despite their efforts to kill off
my individualistic soul
I have given up trying
to belong to which I 
was born unto
I'm simply playing the game

Hoping to win, one day
the chance to be myself
as I feel emulates me,
and regardless
have a proud
Mommy and Daddy
I do pray, I shall be
 free to be 
Heather Rose Marie


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I Tarry in your Garden

Mama Earth I beckon unto you,not to turn your back on me ,I am your weary child but I am
still smiling.  In the morning I want to go to your beautiful garden ,where the breeze is
light and the sun shines through the trees softly glistening, Mother are you listening? I
want to Tarry while  birds still sing, after the torrent rain;  And mother ask Father Sky
to forgive us here.  In your garden I do grow... you have woven me a garment anew. I
deliberate in your garden: Where the Eagles rest and the Robins nest; As I  put on my
garment of dew...I want to tarry for awhile in your garden, in my garment so befitting.. I
love you Mother, before and after the torrent rain; Then suddenly my heart runs rapid: I
hear Father Sky's loud thunder,ask him to forgive us for the plunder! I look up to see my
brother the Moon; My Ancestors are the stars.  So I tarry in your Garden Mother saturated
in your wet kiss,The only sacred place for me; I am fulfilled in your perfect Bliss .                                                                                   
      End Poem
                                                                                   
                                                                                         


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Thanks Mum

Mother If I could give you diamonds For each tear you cried for me If I could give you sapphires For each truth you’ve helped me see If I could give you rubies For the heartache that you’ve known If I could give you pearls For the wisdom that you’ve shown Then you’ll have a treasure, mother, That would mount up to the skies That would almost match The sparkle in your kind and loving eyes But I am sure you’re well aware My devotion, love and care Are always with you Thank you mum


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Mother's Day

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day is upon us. It’s time to give her what’s come due.
No more taking for granted everything that you know she can do.
Mom ties the family together, holding each in her safe, warm space.
She is everything to everyone as each day takes its place.
Nurse, cook, housewife, taxi, and part of your cheering squad,
Teacher, lover, and tender mom who’ll chase away the storms…
She’ll administer your fever while giving into your every need quite fast.
Then she’ll take you to the doctor, and be the first to sign your cast.
She’ll scold you when you’re wrong, and applaud you when you’re right…
Then still be there to be your friend each and every night.
Then give you a kiss as it’s off to bed while her eyes hold that warming spark.
She’s held your hand, and scared away the monsters each time in the dark.
But better… she’s held you heart forever so close and warm against the daily wars.
And even when she’s gone she’s sworn to be your guardian angel ever more.

All she asks once a year is a simple smile and hug from her special people so true.
So here I am Mother… to say that I Truly Do Love You.
		


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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


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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.
   


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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.


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Daddy Dearest

dear
daddy
even though
your gone from here
I shall remember
father's day has always
been your favorite time so
today I come and placed a rose
at the foot of your grave- sites bedding
and I even placed one for mama too






In Loving Memory


Daddy 1925-1981
Mama  1934-2005

        {RIP}


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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...


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The Gracious Woman

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special


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...


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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.


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Mother Celestial

The night, with everything humid Took us to the balcony Current of fresh air, the moon also ripe Amidst queries – we reached about stars Why the luminance, clusters, variance? Non astrologer, She did a best But one premise struck Each man has one up there She answered – to everywoman too Where is mine? That, she pointed: the brightest. Why . . . what about yours then? Mine is in you, son The place in your father’s house. And She was my mother! (Tribute to Elizabeth Adetutu Ojo)


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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.


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


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


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LIFE

Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun


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My Favorite Dish



In the kitchen my mother stands
Blue bowl in her work rough hands

The cracks and chips my fingers trace
Remembering the lines on her tired face

The bowl is full of memories sweet
Of her stirring up some special treat

If I could have  just one little wish
We would stand together with her dish

Stirring up some breakfast batter
The room filled with our girlish chatter

The old blue bowl is with me still
In a place of honor on my window sill


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


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A Hidden Gift

We're each handed what we are dealt
No one said life is trouble free
I used to dwell on how I felt
Till I realized the blessing I was given-
The mother of special needs children
Dont pity me with sadness
When my heart is filled with pride
For I can look deeper in the eyes of others and see the beauty they hold inside
I cant judge like I used to
Like you cant judge a book by its cover
Because a cover is all it really is-
Its whats under to discover
I'm more patient than most people though i didn't start out that way
For the gift of my children has guided me to this very day
I've learned not to ridicule for I have seen the stares of others
Knowing we are all unique
All these children and their mothers
Though,I have frustration and stress just like everyone else
 I've been gifted with the knowledge and a lesson worth in gold- 
That we all have imperfections that make us who we are
So very precious.... in our mold


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My Gift

Things in my life haven’t always been easy
They haven’t always been happy
They haven’t always been good
We have been lost
We have been devastated
We have been to our breaking points
We have been broken
Sometimes
I feel like my worlds gone dark
And there just nothing I can do
But when that happens
I realize this gift 
This gift I have been blessed with
This amazing angel
That god himself 
Created just to take care of me
This angel has taught me how to love
How to care
How to understand
How to be a friend
How to be a true friend
How to believe
How to dream
How to get through the tough times
Because she does it
Most of all 
She taught me how to get up
To stand up
To never give up
She taught  me
That yeah life gets hard
But I have to be stronger than that
She taught how to be an amazing person
Because she is the best person I ever met
Now our lives haven’t always been easy
Or happy, sometimes not even good
We have been lost, devastated and at our breaking points
And yes we have been broken
But when it gets dark
And I think I wont be able to get up
There’s my mother
Holding my hand
And showing me the way
I only wish to be her
Only dream to be her
But at least I have her as my angel
Yes my angel
That’s all I ever would ask for
Thank you God 
For creating her
Just For Me….
*For the "My Hero" Contest by Crystal Wilkins*


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My Butterfly

A butterfly I saw pass by.
Brilliant colors and big dark eyes.
It flew a circle , landed by my side,
I knew I knew that butterfly.

We just stayed still and did not speak,
a tear of joy ran down my cheek.
Such beauty and grace ,I'd seen before,
every time my mom opened the door.

She spead her wings to say goodbye,
I hear her say,
 "little petoot,please don't cry".
Although its fall,and I must go
There's just one thing I want you to know.

I must go but I,ll be back,
When the flowers bloom and the sun is hot.
Till then remember this precious day,
 and remember I am not far away.

To flight she took,and flew close by,
in a moment or two ,she headed for the sky.
I watched her go,I started to cry,when she stopped mid air
and waved her wing with a sweet  bye bye.


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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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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Heart beat of my life

Right from the day, i opened my eyes
The selfless caress bounds me tight
No thing in the world could pay the price
Of the pious love giving eternal delight

The darkest day turns beautifully bright
Holding the arms of Mother very tight
She knows the unsaid that's the surprise
Bad spirits harm not , goes to demise

Wish each morning to please my Angel
Her presence itself makes days special
Her love and affection knows no pinnacle
Promise to be at least your glories emblem

The beauty of thy soul is so very simple
Without reason you turn life brightly twinkle
I wish to be a guiding light as u want me to
Never let you down how hard may be the go

I dedicate each beautiful frame of my life
Wish i leave before my Angel waves Bye!
May i ever be a reason of at least A Smile
My wealth be your Unconditional love till i die...



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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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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


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A Eulogy To My Mother

A woman lost
Inside herself
All we ever wished for her
Was happiness and health

She tried so hard
To live a better life
Still all she felt inside
Was confusion, pain and strife

She was a sister and a friend
She was a daughter and a mother
She was a woman
Truly unlike any other

She had her problems
As we all do
But she was always persistant
Trying to push her way through

She lost her fight
After so many years
She will have no more heartache
She'll shed no more tears

A loving mother
And a dear friend
We all prayed for her
Until the very end

Until the end of time
May she be in our hearts
May we remember her beauty
Every time the sky parts

If everyone could have
Just half the heart as she
Imagine the world
That this could be

We all knew her as Diana
Some of us knew her as our Mother
From our loss of this wonderful person
Will truly be hard to recover

I sincerely hope
That in your eternal sleep
You, my dear sweet Mother
Have finally found your peace


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A battered old saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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Dream

Feburary 27th 2012 i lost the most important person in my life. Helen

I was at a goodwill, when i prayed to her that i would find a metallica shirt. I was then looking through the shirts and found two metallica shirts. I got them both. i started wondering if it was her, if she answered my prayer. A few days later i had a dream. She was standing in the window yelling down at me telling me she bought me something and it was on her bed in a bag. i told her how much i missed her and i went to go see what it was. i open the bag on the bed and see the two metallica shirts i had bought at that goodwill. i now know that she answered my prayer.

Another dream i had.

I had often wondered if she considered me a grandchild.. because im not realted to her by blood. I had a dream it was at her funeral. i seen her sitting in a chair next to me. my sister and some of her grandchildren were carrying her casket to the hurse. My sister fell and dropped the casket and several of her family members were yelling at her. Helen the women who these dreams are about sat and said she loved all her grandchildren even if there not blood related.

I believe Helen answers my questions in my dreams.


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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


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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


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A Sonnet For My Wife On Mother's Day

When we met you were "The Talented Miss Glory"
And I laughed at your little joke.
But over the years I've come to see
The truth that your "title" spoke.

You're a teacher of kids, about...everything
Your students are so blessed.
Some kids have above average educations,
Our kids have the best.

You make everyone feel special
You always put others first
When someone's in need and you can help
You jump right in headfirst.

You rise to every challenge, I'm amazed at what you've endured.
So When it comes to things that describe you, Talented's the word.


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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)


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Forever Your Man

I'm very outgoing, yeah I talk to some girls,
but you got to understand, you're the queen of my world.
Honey, If I had the money, I would glitter your life.
I'd buy you diamond rings and I would make you my wife.
It's true, you've put me through, I'm stuck to you like super glue.
I just wouldn't know what I'd do without you as my boo!
I stand grand in this land, with you at my hand.
How can I make you understand that I'm forever your man?
You're like the leader of the band and I'm your number one fan!
You're totally fine, you're fun, crazy, sexy, and cool.
So glad you're mine, the one, that makes the other boys drool.
When I think about the times I brought a tear to your eye,
It makes me break down and cry. Sometimes I wish I would die.
Girl, you are my Angel. You were sent from above.
You saved me from this hell and filled my life up with love.
Where we'll go from here on out is a mystery to me,
but I know I'll be all right with you, always, next to me!


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Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


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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


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Happy Birthday, Mom

If you hadn't died in March, you would've turned 65 today.
Life hasn't been as good since you passed away.
Everybody who knew you, knew that you were nice.
But I took things for granted and now I'm paying the price.
I thought you'd live for another ten to fifteen years.
It's been tough to accept that you're no longer here.
If you had survived, I was going to take care of you.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and that is true.
When you celebrated your birthday last year, you were alive and well.
I didn't know how sick you would become, I was unable to tell.
Seeing you suffer during your last days, made my heart break.
Even though you're dead, I still bought you a birthday cake.
I promised that I'd buy you a cake this year and I'm a man of my word.
God is much happier now because you're with him, believe me that's assured.

[Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away March 6, 2013.]


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Mother's Day

Mom
You brought me up
The right way
Taught me right from wrong
How to be strong
And taught me how to 
Love unconditionally

Mom
You kissed my boo-boo’s 
And bandaged my wounded pride
Stood up for me when others 
Would deride
And wept when I
Found love
 
Mom
I parent because of what I saw
When you would bring us up
Putting our needs first
And yours last
My morals are your morals
Because of you I am a good man

Mom
We don’t pay tribute to you enough
And sainthood awaits you
In Heaven
My hero, my savior, my mentor
My mother
I love you
It’s not enough, but it will do
For now


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Attributes of a Successful Woman

She possesses an inner beauty
that far surpasses her outward appearance.
She exudes strength and power
though you may see traces of her trials and pain.
She’s not caught up in gaining material possessions,
for she deems such pursuits as a hindrance.
Rather, knowledge and wisdom are the goals
that she envisions and seeks to obtain.

She endeavors to support others
whether with money or a word of encouragement.
She's very dependable and strives
to keep any promises that she makes.
She works hard and enjoys a challenge
for in these she finds true contentment.
She tends to be very forgiving
rather than dwell on others' mistakes.

She educates her children
instilling in them a love and respect for life.
She inspires many in her community
letting them know that they can make a difference.
She takes the time for meditation
so that she may ease her mind of stress and strife.
She has dreams of rebuilding this nation
for she knows this to be the purpose of her existence.

Who is she?

She is my mother who has raised twelve children.
She is my daughter had she lived past the age of one.
She is the poet who motivates her audience to listen.
She is the teacher who makes learning fun.
She is the college student who strives for excellence.
She is the single mother who raises her child alone, yet successfully.
She is all who I was, all who I am
and she is all I aspire to be.


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Mothers

Of all the wonderful things
God did create,
By far the best
Is your father's mate

A mother gives
Unquestioning love
And raises her children
With a tender glove

When all others have
Their work done
She is still at work
With daughter and son

She asks for nothing
In return,
Except perhaps for her children
To somehow learn

What makes good
Better than bad
And therefore a life
Happy, not sad

No easy chore,
As we all know
But every mother
An extra mile will go.

Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful Soup mothers, and, in fact, all mothers
everywhere.  You are the foundation stone of civilization.




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I'll Be There

I'll Be There... By: Brandon Lucas 

I call out your name,
but you can''t hear me.
I reach out to touch you,
and you are nowhere near me.
I''ve tried and tried
and feel I''ve failed
and done by best
to no avail.
Look in my eyes
and tell me you need me.
I''ll give you my hand
and let you lead me...
to anywhere I don''t care.
As long as you love me
I''ll be there.


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Beautiful Old Age

The days of her youth left her long ago
And now she is in her prime
She stands amid the garden in bloom
The morning rays sparkling the grey on her head
Like the red aged wine
Her mellow grace smiling with dew
Her tender mouth a little sad
Remembering the days past
Her wrinkled hands, as they gently touch
The memories down the lane
Fragrant like yellowing grass
She stands rich in delight.

27/3/13



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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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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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I Have You

As the days grow darker.
My future grows bleaker.
And hope seems out of reach.

Falling; falling down.

Screaming; but no sound.

Is my life coming to an end?
Then fluttering in the wind.

"Don't worry i'm here" 
Rings through out may ears; 
My body hits the ground cold as ice.

Then...

When I open my eyes

I see you next to me.
I awoke from a scary dream.
Sometimes it's lonely and dark

If I open my eyes in the night,

I'll have you and be alright.

No matter the evil deeds I've done,
or if i fall behind everyone.
A mothers love aways wins

Forever... 

safe in her arms


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Valentine's Day

A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one.



I know you're watching from far away.
So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
God gives me the power to understand,
that we can no longer hold your hand.
The sands of time pass graciously,
until we meet for eternity.
My unconditional emotion has no end.
Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind.
My hands are empty without you to hold.
My soul cries out alone in the cold.
My tears still fall and I wipe them away.
God gave me the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.


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DEAR MOTHER

(Dedicated to Oluyemisi Janet Akinwande)
 
God empowered you mother to be a channel
Through which I found my way from heaven to earth
What a great privilege to come to the world through you
What a great privilege to come through your world oh mother,
I’m most grateful
 
You passionately took care of me from cradle unto maturity
Your love for me as an adult gave me
Hindsight to your immeasurable
And unconditional care for me as a child
I’m most grateful
 
Even after the call of father to the place of rest
You did everything decently possible,
leaving the state of convenience for the city of hardship for me to have a paradise of life
Many sleepless nights, laboring to make me a responsible figure in the society
I’m highly grateful
 
Hmmm!
I declare with a loud voice and humble heart, by the anointing upon my life
Your world shall be established as long as Christ tarries
You shall be a great example of honor of motherhood
You will live to see the fruitfulness of your fruits in wealth and good health
Your heart shall be made glad and joyous
Women shall call you blessed and young ladies shall come to learn from you
Foreigners shall say of you, what a blessed mother
Dear Mother

© 2007


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Emily

This is dedicated to the sweetest little 10 year old girl I met once who died of Brain Cancer...

"Memories escape from you,
Ones we do not want to lose"
She whispered to me softly
When I felt all confused,
As our moment slipped away,
She made me want to say,
"Angels walk beside us all
Each slowly passing day"

As she walked away from me,
Unafraid to let me see,
A shaven head, she covered up,
Where her hair used to be,
So much courage for her age
Not empty and full of rage,
A miracle, in modern times,
She chose to turn the page

She has chosen not to grieve,
Instead she just believes,
A higher power watches her
and keeps her mind at ease,
Unburdened by her fate
She accepts it unafraid,
Barbie dolls and fancy clothes
Will rest where they are laid

There are times I can recall
When the pebbles made me fall
With boulders on her shoulders 
No complaining comes at all
With a smile upon her face
She achieved a state of grace
The only thought inside her head
"God please protect this place"

She will see no wedding rings
Or the change her presence brings
She will close her eyes, a final time,
and receive her angel wings
No emotions toss and turn
A peaceful place she has earned
Contributing an unseen verse
To songs she will not learn

When her body is no more,
And her spirit starts to soar,
Memories will live through,
Stuffed bears upon her floor,
She will let her mother know
Goodbye is not letting go,
Saying " I will run back to you
With every found hair bow

Every time you stop and see
A daughter who wants to be,
 Everything her mother is,
The emotion felt is me,
When the wind begins to blow
That is me trying to show,
The picture of your baby girl
Running carefree in your clothes"

When her final breathe is gone
Her last prayer lives on and on
"God watch over mommy now
If I leave her all alone"
All her family will cry
I will hold my head and sigh
At the death of a miracle
With no answers as to why

Though this piece will not be heard
I write every single word
In hopes of saying thank you
For the honor of meeting her
She will never get to see
All the words she put in me
As I write for you, rest in peace,
Beloved Emily

By: Audonus Taylor


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When

When is he going to understand 
that life is harder than what our eyes can see.
Its work, its pain, its suffering,
Its love, its time, its energy.
When..

When will he know the struggles life brings
When..

When will he feel the love that I feel
the pain that I feel
the anger I feel
When..

When will he learn the responsibility of life.
Its not always easy to provide.
There are times when its much easier to give up.
When..

When will he have children all his own
and learn to take care of them just as I did.
When will he hold me and say
I love you, thank you for all that you've done.
When..

When will he know that it was all done for love.

When my heart beats no more and my body lies still
Will you still love me?
Will you still see me?
Will you wonder why
When you were little why I held your hand so you wouldn't cry.
Why I would kiss you and then smile.

Life is too short to ponder what, when, where and why.
So I leave you this message
So when you are older and wiser
You'll read whats in it
and maybe then you'll understand
just why I did it.


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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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A Mother

A mother is special
for she gave you birth 
 she  is like a gem
 thats valuable and has great worth
A mother is the one
that is  always there
the one who is your best friend
and always does care
a mother is the one who always sticks up for you
she  stands by your side
in everything that you do
cherish each moment every single day
for one day she will be taken away
if you have a mother
let her know how much you care
for one day she will no longer be there
dont be afraid to say i love you too
and enjoy eevry moment that she spends with you.



one day they soon are gone
for me, i lost my mum twice,
once when i was a young teenager, she left home
was heart wrenching, lived with my dad, 
once when she  later in life died of cancer,
no money no riches no material thing
or being can ever  take that place,
nothing can fill the gap, nothing can heal
the hurt or the pain, the grief that we bear
time dont heal it just helps u learn to accept
she had to go
even though why, that  we will never know,
if i could have 1 thing in life
just 1 just 1 wish
the only wish would be is to have a mother
so many years gone by no one to love me or hug me if i cry.
this is sad
i know its true
no matter what happend
mum we still love you.

xxx r.i.p mum
I UNDERDSTAND U HAD TO GO 






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What's Done In Secret Will Come Out In the Open

What’s Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open! I’ve read God’s word, and it’s clearly spoken… What’s done in secret… Will come out in the open! I’ve been guilty of this, too many times! I never thought of it, to really be a “crime?” “Nobody’s watching” was the thought pondered… As my mind began to “explore and wander.” It didn’t take long for my life to go “off course.” By a powerful wind of temptation’s force! No matter how many times I took time to pray… This “secret” held on, and wouldn’t go away! I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried. This “secret” remained, no matter how hard I tried! God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me! This was hard to do, but God was there to help me! Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure… Didn’t fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure! As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess… I’m giving my life to God! He’ll take care of the rest! May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within… May it be my desire to be more like HIM! God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow! I’ve no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow! Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings! He’s my lord and savior! My everything! By Jim Pemberton


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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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Our parents

I do miss them everyday,
To state the facts
I know ill never get them back,
Sleep that's what I lack
In
Conversational
Understandings
We got each other,
because they where just- that- smart
A want to interact,
with us,
as equals,
but we where aware,
they where parents.
This,
Absolutely okay.
The vision may be myopic,
but I will never,
blame them.
For being naive


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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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Keep your Head held High

I see you walking through the halls at school
You used to look so put together
but now, not so much
I've heard rumors
and nasty words,
but I don't really pay attention
I only know you now have a baby boy
and I know you're proud of him
You are not ashamed.
For a while you weren't around
You had to be at home taking care of Baby
Your boyfriend is still loyal
So many these days aren't.
You're one of the lucky ones
Your parents didn't disown you
they may be disappointed
but they still love you.
You must be tired, staying up all night,
taking care of Baby.
It must be hard
dealing with the stares from your peers
I know I couldn't do it.
I'm not that strong.
You have to keep holding on
and make a good home for Baby
Maybe Baby will make you proud
and you won't regret this one day.
You're not the only one
You're one of millions
Don't listen to the harsh words.
Stay strong gorgeous,
Because everyone's just waiting
to see you fall apart.


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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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Happy Mother's Day

This is not a poem per say...just a big shout-out to all the great mothers here on the soup, especially those who are single moms.  May you be blessed with the love and respect of your children and the man who is their father.  One love.  Joy Wells.


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MY FAVORITE ARTIST

She's not one of the "most famous"in history.
She doesn't own  titles nor a canvass in the wall.
She is a typical artist, you can see everyday.
Creating a piece of art that will be known forever.

Every morning she's up to prepare a meal.
Creating the best recipes for a family feast.
Giving everyone a smile before she's left.
Kiss and hug she always willing to give.

She's my favorite artist.
She's top among the rest.
She is the source of all strength.
She is the reason why we live.

With her hands, a manager was born.
An artist, a singer, a scientist,a superstar.
She turned out the greatest out of you .
She is the best painter of unique hues.

No one can compare to an art that she formed.
It is unique and extravagantly crafted.
She's a woman you owe your life with.
She's a MOTHER...my favorite artist.



written: 4/2/2014



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Poem for Gigi

Her death has caused us all to pause and think
My husbands heart has begun to sink
into the depths of despair
pausing to catch some air
never regaining total control
his mother’s death has taken a toll.

Eyes so blue, they’d light up the day
in everything she had her way, 
Seven children she carried in all
before her death two were to fall.

Her life at times was very bleak, 
but never could one call her weak,  
she stood for what she believed in, 
whether in goodness or a sin.

Daughter, Wife, and Mother to all
although she is gone she is not lost to all
Her spirit resides deep within, 
her friends, kids, and grandchildren.

A woman I was glad to know, 
for me her presence will always show
in the strength of my daughter as she grows, 
strength she gained from a woman, she hardly knows.


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My Grandmother

My grandmother. 
I love her so. 
She is my favourite, 
person in my family.

She loves to bake, paint, and sew.
She loves me, I feel, the most. 
We both are artist,
of nature and of love.

We love to bake,
though we can hardly ever see eachother.

She lives in Michigan, and I in Germany. 
But whenever I can, I love to see her. 
She is that sort, the sweet and round kind. 

She is the grandmother version of me.
She loves to read, loves to write. 
We are almost exactly alike.

So here's to my grandmother,
the best in the world.
Here's to my grandmother,
MY Grandma. 
Grandma Challenger.

Love,
Zach


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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.


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Moved

facing the first time
her wheel-chaired son on the move
saddest vale of tears

driving his wheelchair
his face splashes happiness
enjoying his ride

watching two people
having their own point of view
I can relate to

we meet now and then
all those years I saw his smile
ten inspiring years 

an impressive guy
cleaning his second wheelchair
for tomorrows ride 

Note: 11.30.2012: message from his wife: "I did not expect my husband to be "on the internet' in such a unusual and also very special way. You have touched me very  deeply with your poignant poem.  Thank you so very much."


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The Guardian of the Morning Light

The Guardian of the Morning Light,
Creeps out of his little space warm and soft.
No one will waste that precious morning light.
Our little fur ball will see to that.
Oh ye of little sleep… 
Give up the covers or ye will weep.
The door becomes his drums, 
To announce the morning rays of the sun.
He wakes the dogs up to whine and pace, 
Eventually they will lick our face.
The window curtains will begin to part till they…
Shower our faces and eyes with light… not soft.
Then the bed begins to shake…
As everyone begins the climb to our face.
But the secret weapons are about to come in.
The kitty has awoken the little children.
Cold feet assail us as they climb in place.
The dreams of a cuddle are now replaced…
But tomorrow will be another day
If I could only find a place to keep him at bay.
ZZZ’s are the treasure of days gone by…
But the future is richer with all these guys.

Now, if only, the Guardian of Light will be polite
And give us one more minute of sleepy respite…


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Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance


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La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin

La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir


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Forever Somewhere

Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky
Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast
I do my best to try not to die
But we both know that I cannot last

Flames and faith blazing as I go
Because I know that just up around the bend
Is forever somewhere that I do not know
Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend
Is forever somewhere where I still love you so
and forever somewhere near my bitter end..


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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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He Is Part I

He is:
  Wounded and broken,
  Terribly soft-spoken.

He used: 
  To be so full of life and zest, 
  And was always on some quest.

He is:
  So incredibly withdrawn,
   And all his smiles are gone.

He used:
  To be without any fear,
   And always full of cheer.

He is:
  An artist that is incredibly gifted,
  And his rare smiles make my heart uplifted.

He is:
  So smart and bright that when he does write
   His stories, your imagination he does ignite.

Why can't he:
   See that for him I would walk through fire,
    And stand there and face his ever lasting ire?

Why can't he:
   See that I would give my very last breath,
   In order that he never has to face death?

Why can't he:
    Realize that I hate to see
    Him so wounded before me?

Does he:
  Not know that from the very start,
  He grabbed a hold of my heart?

 Will he:
    Ever be able to see,
    That he is the world to me?

He is:
  Never to be outdone,
  For he is my second born son.

He needs:
  To see that whether this trouble or some other,
   That I am here and will ALWAYS be his mother!

He needs:
   To know that no matter his grudge
    Or what he decides to do , I will not judge!

He needs:
  To know that no matter the strife 
   He may cause ,he is still my WHOLE life!


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It's my birthday

It's Your Birthday and quite an old age
Always in her  pajamas and acts on stage.
Shall we send another year with luck to her?
And maybe her eyesight is very, very blur!

Looked in the mirror, and wrinkles on her face,
Never to say, " I love you"  or get on her case.
Just a day over eighty-one and stubborn as can be,
Don't want to blow my candles, please set me free!

Ageless, grey hairs, wrinkles, and numbness in my body,
And I'm thankful I've lived this long, but now, I'm nobody!
So I shout once more, "It's your birthday", today
For we love you, never pain, or sorrow, please pray!

Another celebration filled with balloons and a pretty cake,
A long lifetime, please be nice to everyone, for God's sake!
You've been so grouchy lately, no smile, and tears on you,
On a special day like this, "I'ts your birthday", don't be a fool!


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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.


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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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I'm A Goddess

I'm a goddess
My flow is unspeakable
Not too many situations are infeasible
A goddess
I'm surely irresistible
Besides my persona the reason isn't invisible
A goddess
I'm gracious always
A real stand up woman the woman she don't play
A goddess
Courageous in all ways
Up against a man my heart will outweigh
A goddess
A woman with intuition
A passion for life and the quality of it's condition
A goddess
I'm a woman authentically
Progressively complexity, I love my femininity



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AFRICA

In the kingdom of the Waters
She sits enthroned on its womb
Flanked by the silver facet Atlantic-Indiana
As the barking tides wrestle her marble feet

In the court of the Tropics
She is robed in green foliage of ancient savannah
Adorned with pearls of arid sands,
With ivory mountain and cincture of rift

In the mythic boarder of the Equator
She rests at the footstool of the fierce sun
Comforted by cloud’s tears
And caressed by solemn winds

In the royal neighborhood of Continents
She locks horn with Europe
In the witness of Asia
And her offspring Madagascar 


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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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Letter to my Firstborn - Beaurain

My Dearest Child,

I fell in love with you,
from even before you were born.
You were the cutest little baby -
You were my firstborn

I can't wait to walk with you,
Each step of the way,
I love to watch you growing up,
To see you bloom day by day

You make me proud,
When you always try your best,
You just never give up,
Until you've mastered each test.

I love you dearly,
I love you true,
You mean the world to me,
And these are my wishes for you:

I wish you health,
I wish you peace,
I wish you wealth 
that will never seize.

I wish you courage,
I wish you strength,
I wish you patience,
Beyond earthly lengths.

But above all,
I wish you wisdom and love,
In short,
I wish you Beautiful Abundant Blessings from Above!

Al my Love!
Mom


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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.


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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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For My Husband

I love you for being my husband.
I thank you for all your love.
I thank you for being there,
A special person sent from above.
I thank God for sending you to me,
For giving me a life with you.
And our children he entrusted me.
Your acceptance, guidance and care,
Given so unconditionally.
Together with my love and certainty,
Give us so much to share.
I feel a special bond not there before.
It gets stronger every day.
Making within me such awesome happiness,
My heart longs to soar.
I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting.
We both have our failures and imperfections.
I think, however, our short comings and trials
 Build between us stronger connections.
I believe that God has brought us together,
Because each has a lot to offer the other.
You, as the father and husband,
And me, as the wife and mother.

                                                                    Summer Gratias


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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!


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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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The Night Was Young Part I

The Night Was Young... Part I In the City of Chicago in a bad part of the hood, a little boy about eight years old was growing up. He had a Mother and a Stepfather. The Stepfather didn't like him very much. Danny, was this little boy's name. His Stepfather was mean to him. his mother worked and didn't spend too much time with him. The Stepfather worked too , so he spend a lot of time alone. Soon he met two little boys at school and became good friends with them. These boys were my friend's sons. That's how I got to meet Danny. From then on - he would always go visit his new friends. There he would eat and a lot of times even spend the night. The boys would lend him some of their clothes to go to school. At his house, they knew where he was, so they didn't worry and just let him stay there. Danny was well liked by everyone. he had good manners. he would even visit my house with my friend and her kids. his Mother didn't worry and his Stepfather didn't care. he was well behaved. He would also spend sometime with his parents, but sometimes The Stepfather would throw him out, even in cold weather. At his friends home, he always had a place to stay. It was like that - that danny grew up. He became a very handsome young man. he would live with his Mother and Stepdad on and off. Then his two friends - Tony and Alex got married. Tony, that was closer to him - moved to Texas and Alex stood in Chicago. Tony had told him- as soon as I get settled I will send you some money and you can go to texas too. Danny said - that's good, but I just know that something bad is going to happen to me...
To be continued


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HEAVENLY MOTHER...

one day you
were there
the next you
are in heaven
God must have
seen you struggling
but now you
live with God
and Jesus
in heaven

when it rains
i think of you
in heaven
crying cause it
is sad you cant
be here

i love you mom
your the best
no one can
replace you, never


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No Title

just want to start off by saying, we all know the dangers of drugs and alcohol, there is this one substance though, just one that you have to be 18 or older to buy. I am talking about “The Cancer Stick” better known as cigarettes. Most of the older people in my family and others also smoke cigarettes like its nothing at all, I never realized it caused cancer until older years, but when I found out it was too late, many of my family members developed lung cancer including my close grandmother. That woman would smoke a pack of cigarettes in the snap of a finger, but the thing is she has been doing it for over 20years I would assume. The day I found out she was dying of the disease I was not surprised, but yet she is my grandmother so I felt great sorrow. When she passed it shook my soul, but we know we must move on. The thing that boggles my mind is that the government regulates these substances knowing the dangers, and what do you get a large number of statistics on the deaths of those related to legal drugs, ex: alcohol, prescription drugs, cigarettes etc. But if it makes profit distribute it right? The death of my grandmother along with the death of my great aunt both due to that cancer stick, has changed my mindset drastically on the way things are set up in our system, I wish I was able to talk to my grandmother and aunt one last time, one last time to tell them to put that killer down and resist that mentality, but I couldn’t, why? Because they are addicts, it would take strong support, but see we didn’t have good family support. So unfortunately helping my grandmother mentally was a fail.


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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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searching the horizons

 
violet tinged edge of night-   
the lights like clinging jewels  
draped over cities  
    
and as they stab the  
dark that cloaks like black winter 
coats, enveloping  
    
a streetlight dies quick  
like my mother, though I will   
search for her always 
 


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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...



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MY HERO

MY HERO
I
Confused, I try to find words
To describe this woman
This colossus
Yet no name, no words from my mouth,
From my books can describe her.
I pick up my encyclopedia, my dictionaries-
Long mans, Oxford, Collins and a couple of others on my shelf
Trying to find a perfect word to describe this woman- My first love,
Yet no words can fit in perfectly.
II
Tired, my brain saturated
Just a word and I can’t concoct one
Why worry myself to frenzy?

REALIZATION
I
I rise up my tired head, eyes dilated
I look up at the wall, and boldly written on the wall is this word
“HERO”
Smiles settling on my face
Eyes full of life
I think I have found the right word.
But the word Hero is masculine for a person
Respected for bravery or noble qualities?
Yes! Indeed it is.
I think of the feminine word
It is “HEROINE”.
But this word Heroine; can it adequately describe
The sterling qualities this great woman possesses?
I ask myself…
No it can’t I tell myself.
II
In this woman I see a man
A strong hearted man
A man of integrity, a man of noble carriage
That woman in a man is no other person than my Mum.
She alone I will love cherish and adore.
I call her my HERO 
My number one HERO
My hero in a crazy world full of insanity.


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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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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


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CHARACTER Version 2

What the world 
Thinks a woman is?
That's her 'reputation'.

Sadly, 
It's often based
On false accusation,
Prejudice and supposition.

Upon further investigation
What's been found, 
She really is?
That's her 'character'.

For its her heart's 
Attunement and intention,
That truly matter. 
(Hence, the question.)

At any rate
Though it is fate,
Which presents 
Her circumstances,

Love still requires 
That a woman 
Take her chances,
To determine her character.
In that way 
The seeds of 
Her wisdom will scatter.

If here and now
 She were to somehow,
Receive an unexpected
And sudden impact,
How would she react?

How would she respond?
If the truth be known,
Character is a diamond 
That scratches a little,
Every other stone.

Yet never 
Has there been
A magic wand, 
Rock or crystal
More powerful 
Than a woman's
Strong backbone.

 We each need 
A mind and will
Of our own,
To fulfill.

Character 
Is a victory, 
Not a gift.
 Underneath the mystery
Lies the lesson 
To uplift.

Character, 
As a kettle 
Once mended,
Always requires repairs.

Sin, 
As a bad habit
Once transcended,
Always requires prayers.

Like the story goes,
A person shows 
What she is;
By what she does 
With what she has,
Not by whom 
She knows.

Self-determinism 
Is fine but needs 
To be tempered 
With self-control.

Misfortune will
Usually decline wherever 
Soul recognition
Becomes 
The ultimate goal.

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Wisdom Poetry by Rev.Bola A
(copyright: 12May'12)
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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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Crimson Stain—Glorious Stand

With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand

Holy Mother cried for her son
Wondering what they had done

Bellowing clouds changing color
Approaching the appointed hour

What stone could seal our faith?
His powers unlocked the gate 

Glorious ascension and praise 
His forgiveness shines with rays

With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand

© Joseph, 5/16/08
© All Rights Reserved

~~~~~~~
Third Place Winner
Poieta Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
June 6, 2008
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Warning

This comes with occupational hazard, gotta live it to feel it. This is one confrontational bastard. Tell a lie! my parents were married, much love to the one that carried me. I look at her admirably, works so hard and it doesn't have to be this way. There's so much more i have to say, but before all that i have to pray, for you me and everybody else. A victim of selfish love can anybody help me? 
I gotta help myself, time I got me healthy, since I'm all readied, wealthy. I'm not talking bout rich! I'm talkin bout self. Knowledge is priceless been walking round with stealth. Only have myself to blame for not being heard. 
Time I opened up my mouth and gave the word and I ain't talking about the bird, I'm talking realisation of what's occurd. So many time i've been deferred. Just didn't wanna hear it, my vision was blurred. Now I know I'm more right than wrong, still not perfect but moving on with my life after trying with spite to end it all in the heat of the night. No longer afraid of my shepards delight, ready to face the world and put up a fight.


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Gratitude

Time drags on in this chair, 
 As I wait for the brilliant one.
Each time the door swings out, 
 I look for him to say he's done.

Minutes turn into hours, 
 and all I can do is stare at the clock.
Finally, after what seems like forever, 
 Here comes my son's Doc.

As if in slow motion, I stand.
 Anxiously, I await him to say, 
"The surgery went well, but 
 of course in the hospital, he'll have to stay."

"When can I see him?"
 is what I quietly ask.
"Within the hour," he replies
 "But be warned, it'll be no easy task."

As I walk in the recovery room, 
 He lay so still on his hospital bed.
If I didn't know better, 
 I'd have thought he might be dead.

His recovery takes, oh so long and
 the first time my Angel opened his eyes, 
I realized that prayers are answered,
 And God had heard all my cries.

My gratitude for God and Dr Carson swelled, 
 when my son took an non ventilator aided breath.
We had won the fight for my son's life, 
 and we actually cheated DEATH.

We had to repeat this trying
 scene for a total times of three.
It kept me bitter and stressed. 
 Why couldn't He leave my Angel be?

I see now, what's done is meant to happen.
 And I have learned my lesson in GRATITUDE.
To not be trusting that HE knows best, 
 was not only wrong, it was just plain rude.

I'm understanding now, 
 more than you'll ever know.
And when I see my son alive and breathing, 
 my heart and soul radiates for God, a special glow.




*This is a true story, my son went through 3 heart surgeries before 5 months old and this
is dedicated to God, Dr. Carson, Dr. Dooley, and Dr. Willis Williams*


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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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My Mothers Doll

Weeping on the window sill.
A long pass love to give.
A doll that with stand time.
Like wear and tear on its strings inside.
The sand that flows in an hour glass.
Is a way to find a love that pass.
My mother holds it once again.
A cool person who love to give.
She gives it to my brothers daughter.
With it sitting on a spindle it can spin.
To thread it back into its former self.
It begins a new love with in.


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Grandma's Becoming A Republican

Grandma’s Becoming A Republican!

There was something that I was able to hear…
Grandma is going to be a Republican this year!

I remember her talking of the great depression.
Many years that created a lot of tension!

I remember her talking of days gone past.
Wondering how much longer
 our country would last.

I remember her talking of doing many things.
And has experienced 
what life daily brings!

Because of how things have
 been so dramatic.
She decided long ago to be democratic!

Beyond all of the politics and chatter…
She loves God!  And that’s what matters!

We love her dearly!  And it’s been decided…
Everything she needs…  
God has provided!

We congratulate you grandma with your choice!
We say “we love you!” 
With one heart and voice!

Our prayers are with the choice grandma’s givin!!
May God bless her! Each day she’s livin’!

By Jim Pemberton


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I've Heard Of A lot Of People

I’ve Heard Of A lot Of People…

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to serve God above.
I heard that many of them proclaim a message of his love!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to know him too…
Would one of these people be someone like YOU?

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve made it known.
They are making plans to soon
 be in their heavenly home!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who are joyful.  You can tell!
They’re in love with Jesus.  And are doing quite well!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve 
made a wise choice!
They read the word of God and seek their savior’s voice!

I know of a lot of people who have 
made a firm decision…
They’ve given to God their hearts 
and undivided attention!

I know of a lot of people who were stumbling along the way.
Until they met the master…  Who changed their life one day!

I know of a lot of people that will soon be all together…
When the Lord comes back soon and 
takes them with him forever!

I know of a lot of people and I hope you’re one of them…
Who have accepted Christ.  
And are now born again!

I know there’s lot of angels in heaven 
waiting for you and me!
Won’t you join with these people to spend your eternity???

By Jim Pemberton     05/17/12


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Pink

Pink!
Under a blue tint, sitting in eight seats
Me, plus six, minus one is my family
Dust to dust, now tears to tears
Only 50 short, hard and painful years
Symbol of pink outlined in a basket
Tisk for a tasket, twenty-three hundred dollar casket
A gift to the world, God’s newest baby
Hell or heaven, there is no maybe
Now life is gone, happy in a new home
A soul to her body no longer belongs
Light, pale pink lets cross it in a mink
Never tie my strings in a knot, because that’s what took you so to think
But before you go, let us lace you with pearls
And drip you with diamonds and make it aware to the world
That Breast Cancer has no name, nor a face
Just as a lump on your body doesn’t deserve a permanent place

Dedicated to Ms. Kimala Thomas


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Mother - revised

When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought, I smile for the at attention that I often sought I see again the times when I was young. Knowing if I was sad then you would come. You would dry teardrops that then would flow A soothing word and I'd forget my woe You were my bedside nurse on a restless night. I was consoled that you were not far from my sight. Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved, I now see love through your stormy rage. I never believed that I was ever wrong. But with your wise words I have grown Oh so strong. So when I think of you, Mother and friend, All regrets are over, all sorrows end.


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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  


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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


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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


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saturday morning feast haiku

grits, eggs, and bacon
made home fresh by grandma's hands
making my start fresh


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My Grandmothers Hands

My Grandmothers Hands

Grandmother Pearl, the Ozark mountain girl, picking flowers and singing down the valley, in the sun and the rain. Her hands, older than her age, they were, already a woman’s touch. You were such a little girl, when your hands took on the cares of this world, the mountains ringing with the silent sound of your toil. The clap of prayerful thunder it was, hands that never stopped, and never asked why, why me? The rough hands, full of so much tender love, folded in devotion, and then after, always in motion, sweeping a wooden floor, or knocking at heaven’s door, stretched out hands of service through all infinity, beckons me onward to all eternity.


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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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For Mom

You held me when I was down
You lifted my spirits higher than the stars
I might have not deserved it, but you thought I did

You gave me everything when I felt like nothing was mine
You gave me the stars, the moon, 
and your love: something I can't get back now.

You comforted me beyond what words can explain,
When I felt sorrowful or maddened;
Delighted or frustrated.
With your lilting voice, you made me happy;
You gave me the small things in life that made a difference.

You gave me your compassion,
With words of wisdom between each sweet and sugary drop.
The words would roll off your tongue like birds taking flight,
So swift and eager to take to the skies.

Now, you aren't here.
And I'm alone, with no one to comfort me.
Not a one.

I wish I had spent more time with you,
And helped you through your problems rather than help myself with me.
I feel a sense of remorse for not being there for you.
For being as selfish as I was, I am so sorry mom.

Now, I wish you were here to comfort me.
I long to hear the beauty in the things you saw, 
To be mesmerized by your lovely voice.
To be whisked away into your happiness,
To feel your compassion, burning like an ember within.

But, I shall wait patiently to be with you once again.
To be with you for eternity..

I miss you.


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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.



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-That Gift of Woman to Man-

What greatest gift to man
has Life been given?
Than,the gift of Woman
the givers and nurturer's of Life
here on Earth to ease man's strife,
for without that Woman around
there'll be no man.

Yet with man's endeavor's
that Female spirit to break
the Mother figure
still survives it all,
to Love that man
who Her heart was given
and Her man, his burden lighter to make.

Man should his gratitude show
in a thousand ways
of how he appreciates Her so
and spend the rest of his days
praising his Creator for that precious gift
that Woman at his side
The Mother of Life.


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I'm So Thankful For Everything

I’m So 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! 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. 


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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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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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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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Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


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Strength

Sacrifice
A life of one’s own
For all
In the home
To bear
To bring
Newness
In love
In action
Selfless
To endure such restless
Occupation
And an array of weighted situations
It takes
Strength
To persevere
The sight 
Of the battlefield
And fight
Showing strength
To be resilient
As options,
Remove themself
To allow the strong,
To prove the strength
In themselves
Even so, those
Who acknowledge 
Assistance
At the point 
Of its necessity
It takes strength
A treasured
Measure
Not found in majority
But in a special being
To shoulder the load
Of many
Lifting,
One’s own,
Family
Giving,
To generations
Generating
Strength


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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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Just Being You

You are a lady of stature, a lady of peace
You are a lady who is compassionate and quite unique

Unique in your ways, thoughts, and expressions
A mentor to all, in helping others understand life’s lessons

I wanted to give you a gift, but what can I say
You are a lady who wants for nothing, you are blessed in many ways

So I’ve decided to give you something no one else can
A poem from my heart to make you understand

Your impact on my life, I will never forget
Your thoughtfulness and blessing to me I appreciate and accept with respect

I will never take for granted the kindness you have shown to me
You are a genuinely caring woman, and I know for a fact many others agree

Your smile brightens up a room; your laughter is pleasant to hear
The funny stories you share with me make it very clear

You are a lady of knowledge, wit, humor, and class
Splendid in personality, even on your most trying day you still find reasons to laugh

In close, I give thanks to God too
Because in your love for him you are a phenomenal woman while  “Just Being You”


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MOM

if i took a little minute
to write a poem for you
it would turn into a lifetime
for all the things you do...
so i'll try and keep it simple
there"s some things i wish i could say
and there'sno other better day to say them
then today
on mothers' day
things havn't been easy for you
we know you had it tough
with one thing or another
God knows enoughs enough
at times your frustrated
and your feeling rather low
but your cherished by your family
more than you will ever know
we know you want your life back
and how things used to be
but things will soon get better mom
just wait and see
in all my life
you guided me
and showed me right from wrong
you are my inspiration mom
your the music in my song
you were there for me when times were hard
you're always close at hand
you guided me to happiness
i never can repay you
you're worth your weight in gold
if i ever need you mom
your always there
and for that
......I LOVE YOU MOM...

{THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY MOM CUZ SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME ...AND WHEN PEOPLE HAVE WALKED OUT ON ME...SHE STUCK BY MY SIDE WHEN SHE COULD AHVE EASIL LEFT TOO....SO MOM... I KNOW I DON'T REALLY SHOW OR TELL YOU THIS OFTEN...BUT I LOVE YOU MOM...FOREVER}


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My Everything Important

My eyes are weathered by the dry wind
So I cannot be sure if I saw you grow an inch
In front of me today
You have become my “everything important”
The greatest one I would sacrifice everything for
I fear my life depends on your happiness
Your success is my doing for now while you are young
I am your protector
I am mirrored in those determined eyes
We shall show the world
That greatness comes from altruistic means
To ease the suffering of others
To plant beauty and inspire is not an ideal
It is a way to live


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First class ticket to Heaven

Mom got a First class ticket to Heaven, that's for sure.
Everybody who knew my mom, absolutely adored her.
She always helped others or she would bust her butt trying.
It was so sad when her doctor said that she was dying.

Now she's in Heaven and she has eternal happiness.
Having her for my mother truly made me blessed.
She decided to return to her hometown of Sneedville in 2011.
When she passed away, she got a First class ticket to Heaven.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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Outstanding Mother by Kenny Davis

“Outstanding Mother” by Kenny Davis

Outstanding Mother
A woman like no other
Who is willing to give hugs and snuggles
To help you pull through the struggles

An Outstanding Mom
So gentle and calm
Who makes all the pain go away
With just a touch of her palm

An Outstanding Mama
Through all the trauma
Is willing to love and guide me
Despite all of my drama

No matter what I call her
She is still a mother to me
She is still outstanding
Beyond understanding

Mother, dear Mother
Speaking for me
Thank you for giving me wings
And setting me free

Wings to fly
And the strength to survive on my own
For keeping a means of sanctuary
One I can gladly call home

You are an angel in your child’s eyes
That’s why you don’t use your arms when we hug
You use the feathery wings God gave you
So warm and snug

You tightly wrap them around me
And gently wipe away all the tears
With the overwhelming blanket of security
You do away with all my fears.

For all you’ve done for me, I know of your love
And I love you too
It’s so obvious God loves me
Because he richly blessed me with a mother like you.

© May 2009 k.davis


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A second blossoming

Butterfly blown far-far away 
by circumstance blackened time.
Leaving the powder of his memory,
driving the nails of life
deep into glassy emerald eyes.

Circumstance is a corner harlot, 
her curves will soften with time
and time is the burning ogre-
ask any speckled star or honest sky...

Sip a rose minted stardust dear one.
Dream in color, with love, icy winds always subside...
love brings a golden warmth to winter sills, 
plants the heart in the soil of god woven moons, 
then devours darkness, allows it to die-

Though his wings were singed by life,
they've always been soothed 
by the purity...of your distant prayer.
to sweetly make his way through every jagged pass,
its vapour painting a rainbow to tell you that its very near,
and your wayward mother's pain won't last-

Ride that rainbow back into the conception of its being,
to a freshened world where bitter meets a sweetened end.
and deep within angel ripened time,
you'll both glow like diamonds 
at the pinnacle of a common dream...
Where an emerald butterfly lands 
softly inside an unfurling heart,
(a second blossoming).


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REMEMBRANCE of HARRIET HARRIS:

VERSE ONE:  
 
Christened as averred one Harriet Kuritsky on November 13th nineteen thirty five
     the youngest of four with only one brother
     whose exit from this world from a terminal illness she did not survive! 

The following emotions communicating heartfelt grief
practically vanquished as like my existence turned a new leaf!
 
A recurring abysmal grief stricken state
still consumes my entire being of late
these perpetual tears of sadness seem not to a-bate
since the grim reaper brandished scythe
     signature sign of a deadlocked fate!
 
Twas about 11:00 a.m. 2005 that third of May
     that our dearly beloved mother
     fought tooth and nail to keep death at bay 
(recounted by sisters who elected to remain on vigil that day)
nonetheless rigor mortis upper hand
     brought a (supposed) painless and swift death
     to her diseased and emaciated riddled body  gone lifeless and ashen gray!
 
This only heir still misses his mom more than plaintive words can spell
with his agonizingly pained heart and soul  that rents asunder this psyche pell-mell
no amount of weeping can quiet and quell!
 
Cathartic for me to give you a posthumous ode
conveyed in an easy to read poetic code
to accept finality & permanent loss only retrievable from nostalgic memories
     identified as that childhood home and favorite abode! 
 
VERSE TWO: 
 
Her cremated ashes still remain sealed in the same nondescript box
     white, powdery and chalk like material
     devoid of any vestigial semblance to her once living and vibrant self
     that unique persona pulverized and vaporized
     (housed former svelte and tall Arthur Murray ball-room dance teacher 
     a half century plus prior to demise
     which beauty, charm and grace quickly caught the attention of my father
     who courted and eventually proposed to this young flirt and tease of a gal)
     inert organic matter now represents sole residual embodiment 
     reduced to dust and near nothingness
     former corporeal being of blood, bone and flesh 
     weighing no more than a dozen hatch marks on the scale
     absence still bears down heavy like some millstone round the neck
     per  the black hole void created by defeat with Grim Reaper
     toward this woman who helped birth and nurse me into manhood
     momma’s only grown son still feels ripples of grievous sadness
     no matter the years of suppressed anger and rage
     in addition to emotional conflicts between us 
     which invariably wrought unpleasant relationship
     and a legacy of discord writ large across the tapestry of my life!
 


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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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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross, is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only he has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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A Shot In The Dark { Narrative}

helplessly he stumbled 
through the door
holding his bloody chest 
Mother gazed into 
her fourteen year old eyes 
and just knew that he was up 
to his old antics of gang banging 
Yelling and cursing did nothing 
to wake this kid up 
Mother's tears flooded 
like an open gate 
she wondered 
where she went wrong 
raising him 
for he had the best 
of everything 
a home a job an education 
anything he wanted 
or needed 
was right at his fingertips 
maybe having only one parent 
in the household 
or just not enough discipline 
now she stands helplessly 
over her young sons 
lifeless body 
lying on the kitchen floor
in a pool of blood 
all that she could do now
was to pick up the phone 
and call the police 
and the morgue 



Tribute To Children


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My mothers wish

My mother always had a wish
She prayed it would come true
But with all the hurt
and pain
What can she do

She prays for my brother
She prays for my sister
She prays for other
But not herself

She is sweet 
She is fragile
She is the one who deserves
The wish for a good life

And this one time
I want to be the one
The one who prays for her
For her wish to be true

For my brother and sister come to God
For my father to come to God
For us all to be in heaven
For all the world to be at peace

So no child ever have to die
So no mother ever had to grief
So no father went to jail

That is my mothers wish
What can i do?
I'm just a kid
What can i do?
I'm not like her

I know though
That she'll help me
I know that

Some day this wish will be true
The wish will come to life
The wish my mother wants  
My mothers wish


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The Day America Stood Still

It just took one day
To grab our attention
There’s not much to say
But lots of reflection.

The airplanes they flew
Wreaking havoc on all
No one had a clue
That the towers would fall.

Such cowards with hate
They claimed so many lives
On that terrible date
Left husbands without wives.

So many were lost
Our sisters and brothers
Their lives were the cost
Plus fathers and mothers.

Many stood with awe
They were asking why
For what they just saw
Coming out of the sky.

Such terror and fear
And so quickly they hit
The end may be here
Should I run, stand or sit?

The heroes did save
As many as they could
For their lives they gave
Not knowing that they would.

People hung their flags
Keeping their families near
Many body bags
This horror wasn’t clear.

Honoring that morn
Our eyes begin to fill
The world was torn
America stood still.


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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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Best Breakfast

My mystic mirror 
Shades silver stones simultaneously 
Later, light leaked 
Unconsciousness uttered
Sleep splashed sincerity
Amidst an aesthetic 
smile, stood shining stars
I immediately identified 
who was welcoming 
morning marvelously; My mother...
Sleep slept, smiles spread
Today's treasure,
Best Breakfast...

Thank 
You 
For 
A 
Wonderful 
Morning, Mother...


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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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We Salute Our Veterans

We Salute Our Veterans…

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Veteran’s Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton


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Me

Been through a lot these seventeen years of living,
Growing up with abuse in my home,
Wanting to leave and flee,
But afraid I was going to leave and be on my own,
Wishing someone would rescue me and my family from the hurt,
The hurt we faced many times seeing the one you love the most being abused,
Abused many days and many nights,
Wondering why,
The answer was because he was the only one in charge,
Almost Seven and these things were still happening,
Wow wonder why they happened to my life,
Don't know why God let me see the hurt,
Did he know I would face the hurt forever?
My family finally had a chance to get away from the hurt and the abuse,
We found a house and much more,
We were a happy family,
A family that will one day be the best of the best,
Thank you jesus for letting us go through the hurt to get a better life that we deserve!


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" MOTHER THROUGH THICK AND THIN!!!"

Mother through thick and thin
Your love doesn't have a crook or a bend
It's comes straight from her heart 
What a wonderful piece of art
You're forever a dear friend
A mother's love had no end
She's our closest kin
Taught me to ask forgiveness of sin
My mother's love will always win
Because her love is no pretend.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Whistle While You Work

when
when
I first 
stared at this
woman rocking
I wanted to start whistling






James Abbot McNeill Whistler
Whistler's Mother  { 1871 }  Wikipedia



Also Brians Strand's Entry 
Sequence Fibonacci Imagist Contest


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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


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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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Can God Find You Faithful

Can God Find You Faithful?

I once knew a man had made
up his mind.
He left his wife and children behind!

He met someone who “captured his heart.”
This was a deception 
from the very start!

His wife gave God and their kids
her love and attention...
But her husband went
Into another direction!

  They went to church...
 And did their "Sunday best."
How could this 
 turn into such a mess?

Temptation can happen to anyone!. 
Whether rich or poor.
Be careful what you allow to
 enter your heart's door.

Regardless of whether you've been
 married for a lot of years..."
One shameful act can bring
 heartache and tears!

The love that’s been given...
  Let no one take away!
No matter what others think...
 Or what they might say.

Stay true to God!  You'll be 
glad you did!
His love and joy will bless you
 each day you live!

Jesus will never forsake you!
Or leave you alone!
Allow HIM to bring peace and
 restore your home!

By Jim Pemberton


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Setting up House

I met a woman, fell in love
She was a gift from above
Soon she became my spouse
We gathered things and set up house.

Some things were new without a flaw
Some were hand me downs from Ma and Paw
For some we saved nickels in a can
Some were bought on the installment plan.

Children came – a total of four
Two boys – two girls- no need for more
We managed to provide room and board
Did the best we could afford.

We moved around from house to house
On an adventure – me and my spouse
Gathering things to which we would cling
But we rarely got rid of anything.

Tables, chairs, couches, and beds
Cabinets and shelves taller than our heads
Mugs, pictures, and bells we did collect
Mementoes and heirlooms on which to reflect.

A man gathers a lot in over fifty years
And remembers many of them with tears
Many a thing still fills my house
But it’s not a home without my spouse.

She has a room in a retirement home
Care is provided and she cannot roam
I dreamed one day we would be old timers
But I never figured on Alzheimer’s.

Now I have a house full of stuff
Too many things - more than enough
The time has come to downsize
To an apartment in the high rise.

My children came one by one
Went through my stuff until they were done
One takes this and another takes that
And managed to do so without a spat.

Giving things away is a lonely task
My irritability I cannot mask
Gathering things with my spouse
Was more fun than cleaning out house.



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A Mother's Love

     The depths of the oceans
     The heights of the mountains
cannot 
          aptly and vividly describe 
          what affection
     A mother has
          for her baby.

    Sweet crescendos
          of lullabies
    Bursts of staccato 
          sounds
    Splash of rondo 
          tunes
    She sings to salve
         his soul from moments
         of discomfort
    Gives him a hope 
         for life 
    And much happiness.

    Once born into this world
         of struggles
    Every child must
         survive it;
     He earnestly seeks
         for the warmth
         of a good mother.

    No one teaches
         a young one
    How to suck milk 
         from her mother’s breasts;
    Each newly born
         has some instincts
    This would assist his growth
         as he marches to face the 
challenges 
        of the coming days.

    None can however measure
        his mother’s express desire
    That her child should live to
         see her wildest dreams
         come into reality.

    Oh, what love a 
        mother has.


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tiny baby

Tiny flutters like tiny unfelt yet kicks
Little baby, a sweet mother’s bliss
A mother who can't wait to give the tiny you
Hugs and lots of kisses too 

I dreamed last night of your tiny face
An angel indeed, made from God’s sweet embrace 
A miracle that has come about 
Ment as a gift from God too daddy and I no doubt

When everyone else thought it would never happen again
When our tear drops were falling like rain 
We got the joyful news that you were due to come 
I could feel my heart beating in my ears like a drum

I know that somehow you can now hear
Oh, what a thrill you will bring us here!
Now hush my baby, it’s time to rest
Inside my womb, your own calm nest

May God help me to keep you safe
And always keep you strong, I pray
I loved you before you were even conceived 
And I love you more now that I have you

love your mommy


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Love vanished

Seven years have passed
since first I married him
Whence he succombed his bride
Yet when I told him of babe we’d due
it felt our love just withered up and died

For the man he changed,
no, the child we had not planned
Pushed me around until to others ashamed I lied
I’d fallen, or bumped myself again,
backed him up, supported him, everything denied.

When babe was born,
I thought we’d learn to love
Try to make things work together with pride
But now cut off from all my friends in time,
it’s nursing I only now that I must bide.

Although I raise our child
I am so sad, my life has stopped,
when they play up I fret that you will chide
and fear that you’ll know not of when to stop
Frightened, huddled close we rock, we hide.

Once grown up, at school a freedom found,
whilst you’re at work – your daily grind.
Lucky new friend we find to guide
us back to safety relieved, released.
Apart, I know head high that I had tried.


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K. S. { Broken Monoku }

beneath coral depths reefbed


                        the mother of all pearls


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Motherly Love

Honoring your family in service
with a warm welcoming smile, 
a greeting of kindly words
given with grace and style,
is a wonderful gift you share,

One that will be truly cherished
as love ones will remember always
your honest genuine thoughtfulness
in the way you show each of them
just how much you really care,

Special attention offered freely 
in service above and beyond
often rewarded for simple acts
of kindness that truly surpass
every individuals individual need

Personal service sincerely delivered
and guided by the human touch
will always receive the sincerest
love and heartfelt appreciation, 
a special gift of giving indeed

Individual gratitude is a simple
reflection of outstanding service 
rendered when real connections
are made in the way everyone's
expectations you notably exceed


© Eugene Harvey


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Hush Baby

Sh, sh, close your eyes,
silent night broken by your painful cries.
Your heart is broken, I can tell;
it's okay, for mine is as well.
Don't ever wonder why or how,
just know mommy's with the angel's now.
The blood is nothing, mommy just fell,
there's something years from now I have to tell.
Mommy doesn't want you to be sad,
she'd want you happy, so please be glad.
She was a wonderful person, I'm sure you kow,
twenty is much too young to go.
You're also to young, only five,
I'm glad that at least you're alive.
C'mon baby, daddy's here,
we're all alone now, I fear.


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The Children

People everywhere bring me your ear,
I have something to say that you need to hear
bad things are happening to our children today,
creatures of darkness are taking them away

Wake up people, open your eyes
they are lurking about and telling them lies
these are our little treasures, given from God above
all they ask for is our unconditional love

Yet we let them in these creatures of the night
robbing us blind in plain sight
of our children, our loves, our prize possesions
you'd think by now we would've learned our lesson

They torture them, kill them, and lock them away
they're hoping someone will come for them someday
yet you stand idily by and watch them creep
while these thieves, these killers walk the street

These creatures of darkness, some are close to you too
your sisters, your brothers, or maybe even you
when it comes to our children, no one is excluded
aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, all are included

Don't leave your children in the hands of a stranger
because leaving them in the hands of someone 
you think you know, maybe putting them in danger

So take time people, investigate
There are creatures out there who are filled with hate
They'll take your babies and make them cry
then turn right around and tell you a lie

They'll say your child is just like their own
and in the very same breath wish they were gone
So love your children, and always protect
and you'll be rewarded with their love and respect.


There are too many children being put in harms way, because of carelessness, 
I just want to draw some attention to this huge problem.




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Watch The Horizon

That orange-pink sky
takes my breath away.
So pure and lovely
it spreads across the horizon.

But as the sky grows darker and darker
The pink fades to purple 
The orange to red
The light blue to a colder blue
Night is coming.

Before i knew it
The sky was glimmering in stars
The full moon shining brightly over head
The wind picked up a bit
And i shivered

The night was cold 
And the dark made it colder.
As an action to stay warm 
I pulled up my collar 
But it didn't work.

I quickly made my way home
Being sure no one saw
For they didn't know i was out.
For they didn't know i was waiting for my miracle.

I wake up early the next morning
And head outside.
The birds were starting to wake up
The sky was turning that soft pink color
Of sunrise. 

I quickened my pace 
to make it on time.
And just as it began i made it to the stop

The sunrise was beautiful
and it took away my breath.
I smiled to myself and thought my wish.
I had a feeling,
Something good will happen.
All i had to do was watch the sun set.

With hope in my heart 
And joy filling my body
I jogged home.

The day was passing 
and the sunset was coming
I needed to get out
Right Now!
I excused myself and quickly went outside

I ran to the stop.
Panting and tired i made it a little late
The sky was an amazing orange/purple color
I smiled despite the day i had. 

Once again the sunset was ending
But today it was different
Today a figure walked toward me
And deep in my heart i knew it was you.

5 years, 8 months, 12 weeks
25 days, 24 hours, 30 minutes 
was all it took

To see you walking back to me from war
ALIVE.
And all i did 
was Watch the Horizon


Dedicated to all those families who have a loved one in the military. We wish for their safe return. God Bless them all!


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To have and have lost

To have and to have lost is the ultimate pain, 
Knowing that your life will never be the same again. 
That one little missing piece of your jigsaw called life, 
Questions as to what you did to deserve this strife.
Another angel for heaven above 
Empty arms but still the love. 
Never far from your mind 
If only life wasn’t so unkind. 
Little angel I love you so 
Fresh in my thoughts wherever I go. 
xoxo


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Mother

When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought, I see again the times when I was young. I smile for attention I often sought, Knowing if I was sad then you would come. You would dry the teardrops that then would flow, Be my bedside nurse on a restless night. A soothing word and I'd forget my woe, Consoled that you were not far from my sight. Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved, Never believing I was ever wrong. But now I see love through your stormy rage. With your wise words I have grown, oh so strong. So when I think of you, Mother and friend, All regrets are over, all sorrows end.


Details | Elegy | |

Never Again

Feeling is believing,
the heart has felt the pain,
love lost, now gone
forever, to be never
seen again.
Our mommy and
our daddy, gone from
our sight but not our hearts,
we will forever love them
and never be apart.


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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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Ireland's Journalist Jewel

The dedication of this journalist gem
Whose writing, brought down
Drug dealing men
 
Eire's Sunday Tribune
And Sunday's Business Post
Newspapers of note, for in them she wrote
 
But it was the criminal world
And her writings so splendent
That craved her to write for the Sunday Independent
 
This brave reporter put her life on the line
To reveal to her country
Their drug filled slime
 
To avoid libel
Pseudonyms she chose
To protect the paper, from legal blows
 
Drug dealers uncovered
Showing their ill gotten gains
Irrespective of lives and families pains
 
Threats turned to visits, firing shots at her home
To deter her uncovering
In her investigative roam
 
Three months later she was shot in the leg
But the dedication of her
Thousands of newspapers were read
 
Near Newlands Cross
On the outskirts of Dublin
On a motorbike, two men with a gun
 
At a traffic light junction
With a Magnum .357
Ireland's Journalist Jewel, was taken to heaven
The name of this gem
Veronica Guerin
 
 
" In memory of a brave woman, wife and mother who took on the 
                      criminal underworld in Dublin, Eire "
 


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Name | |

What I Learned From Mom

makings of a grandmother
only with a touch of own spice
tender to the touch with
hindering sweet sweet love that
enriches the soul to keep
rendering for more and more of
' stories of own sucess by
delivering messages of yesteryears
acknowledgment of thy mother's day
year after year




Happy Mother's Day To

Mothers 
Stepmoms 
And Moms To Be

Love Kathy & Jenny



Happy Mother's Day Mama   {1934 - 2005 }
         R.I.P.


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Father/Dad/Mother/Mom (Birthday/Father's Day/Mother's Day/Thankyou/Thinking of you/Across the miles

I may not be at home with you
'though it does not mean that you're not near
I recollect those things you've done
For me throughout the years

You've picked me up when I've fell down
and soothed my broken spirit;
played games and taught me how to grow
Worked hard to feed us with it

So my heartfelt thanks are in these words
as I think of you this way;
and all my love is sent to you
All year, not just today.


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I Can't Do This Anymore It's Dragging Me Down

I just can’t keep “doing this” any longer! What am I doing? I began to wonder… This “sin” just keeps dragging me further down… What do I do? There’s no one around??? This “thing” has got a hold on me… I cry every night… I want to be FREE! I’ve tried and tried… But to no avail… Just when I think I have victory… I fail! I’ve read in scripture of a power that I haven’t seen. I read of a savior who can do ANYTHING! Why don’t I give him a try? I’ve nothing to lose! I’ve been so hurt, worn out and abused..… To you, dear Jesus… I confess my every sin. And can feel your love from deep within! Thank you Jesus! For giving me a joy I never knew… I don’t know where I’d be if not for YOU! You’ve brought to my life a peace I never had. For all you’ve done for me. I am so glad! Won’t YOU give your burdens to this one… I call friend? And experience the joy of being born again? Please come to him now. Why not this hour? And experience his life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton 01/17/10


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Mother's Day

Mother's are the women,
Who are taken tht forgranted in life,
They give us the life we have,
And are there for us,
When we are sick and have problems,
Yet, we don't give them the love and credit,
That they really deserve when we are children,
We love them as we need to,
For they are the woman in our lives,
However, when we grow up, 
We take our love and put it,
On the families we have instead,
Pushing our mother's aside,
Which hurts them a lot,
But they still love us and try to understand,
Even if it's not easy,
So, Show your love more often,
To your loving mother's,
Than just on their day,
Cause your mother's have,
Always been there for you,
All the days of your life,
So give her the reconition she really deserves,
More than on just one day,
This is your special day,
Happy Mother's Day.


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Dear Mom

I love you mom.
I wish there was a word to describe my appreciation.
But there’s not a word to compare
To my feelings that are really there.
I also want to thank you
Not just from a son but a brother.
I praise you as the greatest mother.
Growing up in near poverty,
Never doing without.
You passed that test no doubt.
For this I’m blessed.
Plus thru it all you never turned your back,
Really what more could I ask?
I love you mom
I have to say thank you for going above and beyond!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Their Anniversary

Looking about 
on a starry night 
An old man turned to his wife. . . 

"I see all the love we've shared 
somewhere -- 
beyond the moon in your eyes." 

She beamed.


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A Big Problem In Churches Today


A Big Problem In Churches Today… There’s a big problem in churches deep within… Very few preach on the topic of; “SIN.” Sin is a very powerful and destructive force! Many families are coming apart and ending in divorce! Getting involved in perversions of various kinds… Many are getting a garbage of filth in their minds! Too many pastors are afraid to preach of a God who’s HOLY! They remain silent and consider it a bunch of “baloney! It’s just too easy to come and play “the Sunday game.” But at home… Things are not the same! Not everyone in church is doing fine and “o.k.” It doesn’t matter how you listen or what you say! God is a God of love but also of holiness too! He wants the best kind of life for me and YOU! He said to “take up the cross and come follow me!” This is the only way we can be TOTALLY FREE!!! Whatever sin or problem is “holding you down.” Seek the awesome presence of Jesus that can be found! If you can’t find his presence in your church building… Come to him in prayer! Seek his power of forgiving! He is God! There is NOTHING that you need to fear! Through the blood of Jesus… Your sins will disappear! He is and will always reward those who diligently seek him! All of your struggles you can put “beneath him!” “Though your sins be as back as scarlet, they can be as white like snow!” Once you’ve met the master. And the redeemer of your soul! By Jim Pemberton


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On Her Eighth Birthday

                                                                                                                     
(For my Loving Daughter Suzanna Christy)

Seven years before her heart throbbed and mine too,
She was prepared to face to the world with God’s Gift:
Her travail had begun and each of her nerve shivered with thrill,
The Father in Christ in His invisible Presence hath been beside her.

Now I shed tears that speak how she had borne the physical agony,
And my inward eye writes how the day was and today it is.

The tiny blossom within the womb shook the stem of the plant,
And the plant stood fluttering, unshaken, but withstanding.
I now feel how I felt of her personal ordeal for matchless Gift.
God’s Answer in her womb, personified, traversed the way out,
The Invisible Christ held her in His arms during the journey,
It was the journey that none can describe except the Answer in the womb.
Biological apprehensions began to fly out with anguishing threats;
Yet the Heavenly Providence filled the way with His Grace.
Medical engineers acted upon their wit and tools to watch the drama.
The God-sent soul, anxious and hopeful, waited for the little wonder:
‘How could God’s Answer personified be?’
Time was on its wings, minutes flew, seconds galloped.
Engineers’ assistants exchanged responses of sincerity and hopefulness.
The little Answer personified whispered from within the Heavenly Mercy.
Everyone heard the whisper, and the mother too, and she would be a mother.

The clock was in its perfection to chime the melody of the Answer,
And the whole world, dressed in joy and smile, looked in awe and wonder.
It was forty strokes behind the entry of the little Answer:
How could I share my joy and with whom?’
The mother raised a doubt within her.
‘I am with thee, share thy joy and pain with Me,
For I have borne everything for thee on the Cross.’
She heard a voice within and the pain left her,
Joy let its wings fly when the little Answer peeped out the world.
It was seven strokes yet to chime.
Each second was a mystery and the mystery was to be solved.
The trumpet raised its clarion call; the lyre touched its strings,
The firmament, filled with Heavenly Blessings, began to shower on.
The little Answer personified sent forth her first cry,
And the cry was first heard by the Master.
Yes, she was born, and she entered the world.
It was fifty-two strokes past three whistles she was born.
Little fairies began blowing little trumpets,
The mother shouted in joy: ‘THANKS TO MY LORD!
Our answer hath been heard. Thou art my Master.’


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Double Dechastic-A CARING PERSON

How would I describe Linda-Marie
with words never written for a caring person? 
Kind, generous, responsive, courteous and lovable,
but many more qualities shoud be
attribuited to this extraordinary individual...
and I congratulate her for the battles she has won!
Mother of fine children, one fighting for this country:
Eric, the brave, young soldier defending our precious liberty!


How can I not be moved by what she writes?
Sometimes emotions become a well of tears...
as reality conveys much truth by proclaiming her a poetess!
Linda-Marie is a definite success, and one 
needs to ponder over those verses to understand her well.
She's never disheartned, always encouraging someone...
she has touched me deeply enough to call her a caring friend!
Thank you, Linda-Marie, for showing me where the road leads!


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mother

Mother

Mother why did u leave
To live in the sky
Mother did you know
You forget to say goodbye

And when I’m sick
And cover in bed
Who will give me medicine?
And kiss my head

Mother did you see me
How much I cry
Father said its god will
To make you die

If god loves us all
 Why did he take your life?
Away from your little boy
Who is only five?

Mother did you see me
My first day in school
 Mother I comb my hear so nice
And I look so cool

Dad says you watching me
Mother can you see what I do
Dad says I look
Everything like you

And when dad takes me to the park
And kids are their mommy
I cry in side for you
But never let dad see

Mommy I am so scared
Why did you had to go
I keep praying that you will
Come back home tomorrow

But I know you are in heaven
Dad says you’re an angel
So I wall always be good
So one day will join you as well

Mother please looks over me
Your little boy is so alone
And if get a chance to leave heaven
Please come back home



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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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Mom I'm Pregnant

“Mom….   I’m Pregnant!”


From the time I held my baby 
in my arms…
I made a vow to “protect her from all harm.”

She was indeed a wonderful bundle of joy…
And during her life, has been a gift for us to enjoy.

She's been  the focus of much of our attention,
Trying to provide for her 
“timely” correction.

As a father, many thoughts entered my mind…
I wanted to be attentive to her, 
patient and kind.

As she's gone through 
her teenage years…
I thought of what perhaps is a parent’s #1 “fear.”

Then one day... “Mom I’m pregnant” were spoken...
At first, my heart was sad and “broken.”

“I didn’t raise her to be “crazy and wild…”
“How could this happen to a wonderful child?”

I realized that in spite of everything
 parent’s will do.
There’s no telling what their 
children will put them through.

I gave her a hug and all of the
 support  I could give…
Everything she’s been through…
 God will forgive!

With all that has happened in her life…
One day she’ll make someone a wonderful wife!

Dear Lord, please help my daugher to see...
How precious she is to her mother and me!




Entered in the contest; "Mom I'm Pregnant!"
Sponsored by Gwendolen Rix

Key findings
National levels and trends
• In 2006, 750,000 women younger than 20 became pregnant. The pregnancy rate 
was 71.5 pregnancies per 1,000 women aged 15–19.


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Still In Love

Still In Love... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; “Not now son— I just don't have the time.” He said, “Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?” “Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?” My eyes choked with tears; “Yes son I really do!” “I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you.” “Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?” “Yes my son—my love for you will always belong.” I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my sons's eyes. He came running to me with his arms wide open. “Thank you daddy” were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton


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Like Mother, Like Daughter

Your hair 
Is the envy of the autumn sun 
It holds winter close
Your lonely eyes 
Map the secrets of Venice
Behind a carnival mask
Your ears 
Are vessels to your heart
Where armies invade
Your cheeks 
Are like ocean tides
Shifting with the moon
Your lips 
Are polished flowers
Sprouting from melted concrete
Your face is like my own
Too much so 
 


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Mom needs our prayers

My mom is in the hospital and she's very ill.
I hope that God steps in and helps her to heal.
She's in critical condition, one of her legs had to be amputated.
The doctors and nurses have given up hope and I'm devastated.
When she opens her eyes, she doesn't even recognize me.
She and I are very close and if she dies, it will drive me to my knees.
She has a blood clot in one of her lungs and she has a lot of infection.
If a lot of people pray for her, the good Lord might give her protection.
She's in so much pain that it causes her to squirm in her bed.
When my phone rings, it scares me because it might be somebody calling to inform me that she's dead.
If she dies, it will be extremely hard for me and my relatives to cope.
But she's not dead yet so that means there may be hope.
Mom is a great person and if she dies, it will truly be unfair.
It will mean a lot to me and my relatives if she receives your prayers.

(Dedicated to Agnes Johnson, my mom.)


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WHO Built 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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Those Close to Us Can Cause Much Hurt And Pain


Those Close To Us Can Cause Much Hurt And Pain... Isn’t it amazing… The hurt and damage, someone can do? Especially by the same person who said; “I Love You!” Isn’t it amazing… How someone, which we’ve given our heart… Can betray our love, and “tear it all apart?” On that special day, when your vows were exchanged… It’s almost like “overnight,” some people change! Even amongst Christians. This seems too commonplace. As people seek their own desires… Instead of God’ grace. Isn’t it amazing… How anger, jealousy and bitterness begins? Even amongst our loved ones, that we have called “friends?” What’s more amazing… Is how God, in his mercy and care.. Still loves us. And he is always there! No matter what you’ve said… No matter what you’ll do…. God remains the same. And is always there for YOU! He is faithful. His commitment to you is strong and secure! His love is everlasting. And is 100% PURE! I stand amazed, as to how God still loves us. He asks for our heart. He wants to trust us! Won’t you come and experience his love today? He loves you so much more than words could ever say! By Jim Pemberton


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Genovive

Dearest, sweetest, Genovive, I pray that you will see,
The beauty of earth's many wonders, I pray that you'll believe.

When you look upon the ripples of the pond's great mass,
I beg that you would see your beauty, free to fly at last.

Beauty lies within your soul, and it's not hard to see,
And when you gaze at your reflection, you're gazing back at me.

Because you will be of my flesh, and you'll be of my bone,
Just remember when you glare, you're not staring alone.

When you one day are blessed to us, when our family is built,
We'll keep you safe, we'll keep you warm, wrap you in finest silks.

And if you're wondering, Genovive, if you are truely loved,
Just look down at your sweet reflection, you'll always be enough.


                                     By Chelsea Stufleben


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This Memorial Day

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  05/21/10


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Patricia

This is a gift for Kassandra, who needed a poem to place on a gift for her mother... I was more then happy to try and give you what you needed....Hope you like it A Poem for Your Mother... Patricia... ... Just A Name To You..So Much More To Us... Most Call Her Trish...A Woman...Our Mother... She's Someone We Will Always Trust.... There Is A Few Things We Need To Tell You... A Few Things We Need You To Know... Our Thoughts...Put To Words... For You We've Written Below... When We Think Of All The Things You've Given Us... Your Kindness And Devotion...Your Love And Your Tears... Such Noble Acts...Such Cherished Gifts... Spread Equally Among Us..Throughout The Years... Holding Us Together...As A Family... Even With A Piece Of Your Soul Gone... Through The Loss Of Your Daughter...Our Sister... You Managed Too Stay Strong... With A Brave Heart... You Moved Forward,... Precious Dreams Set Aside... You Led Us With Truth..Through Many Battles... Taking Any Fall Backs In Stride... You Had Patience...When We Were Foolish... You Gave Guidance...If Ever We Did Ask... Some Tough Love...Many Life Lessons... You Gave Us Discipline...Not An Easy Task... Words Alone Can't Express...How Thankful We Will Always Be... So Together...As Sisters...As Your Daughters... This Was Created...For You And All Too See... Patricia...A Woman...Our Mother... You've Loved Us From The Start... For This We Thank You... And Will Love You Unconditionally... With Every Single Piece Of Our Heart... ... © 2010 Rachel Zabala


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Bathroom engaged

There he blows
on his way to the gents
Book in hand
we all know 
this is where 
he shall be occupied
for the next half hour

Imagination envisages
him making himself 
comfortable
There for a duration
Intent on sinking 
his teeth into several chapters
of the latest James Patterson

Belt slowly snakes
to the floor as he sits there
concentrating 
on task in progress
with trousers half mast 
supported by knees
Book on lap

A certain familiar 
thunder echoes 
through the house
Stench slowly seeping
through under door
Leaves mum running
for the air fragrancers

Doors and windows
are opened as mother
tries to ‘air’ the house
as she goes about 
her business cleaning
the house until it shines
bright as a freshly minted coin

Eventually father emerges
Fresh and relaxed
Missing one gas mask
Mum trepidly takes a breath
and dives into the bathroom
Intent on finishing her work
disguising Dad’s omissions

Bathrooom engaged again
Mother’s work never done
and yet as she vacates
a beautiful flowery scent
followers her through 
The empty room vacantly
awaiting – welcoming next guest.


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Independent Woman

Sometimes it's hard with no where to run
No one to depend on,not even one
Trying to make the best for you and your child
Protecting them loving them all the while
Protecting Then From harm
Loving them until they die
Doing what you can to give them a better life
Trying to give them all they want and what you can
You've got to believe in yourself because there is no man
In your heart, you are man and woman
Man enough to teach,Woman enough to love them
Learn From your mistakes and you should proceed as you live
Shed blood and tears just as Jesus Did
Show all who didn't believe what you have done
But remember the feeling of not having anyone
Because that shows sometimes we are not together
Time after Time, We are alone in the gutter
But just take the past and set it on a shelf
And Remember, don't beleive in anyone more then yourself


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Dear Grandma

Theres no one in this world who can compare to you or can even come close
Your the best grandmother anyone could ever ask for i love you most
I know I dont always show you how much you mean to me
Im sorry for all the times I was a brat and how I would be
No matter what I say without you I wouldnt have anything and you mean more to me than you know
Im sorry from the bottom of my heart and the good I will try to show
To you Grandma I wrote this for you with all my love
Everyday your in my heart and in my head your always thought of


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I Didn't Know HOw Good I Had It Until I Lost Everything I Owned


I didn't know how good I had it, 
until I lost all that I owned.
I lost my famly, all of my cars 
and even my home.

I tried to live a life according
 to a "good principle."
I let pride get in the way and
 felt rather "invincible."

I once had money, wealth and a lot of fame.
It seemed like everyone around
 me all knew my name.

I feel empty now... afraid.... 
and "at my wit's end."
Everyone. it seems, has left me.
 Even my "close friend.

Jesus... You're the one I know 
that I can call upon.
You make things "right" 
when all seems "wrong."

What you can give to me, 
money could never buy.
I humbly kneel before you Lord, 
with a desperate cry.

PLease help me dear Jesus. 
 I know that you can.
I read in your word that you are; 
"I AM that I AM!"

In YOU... Jesus... can I
 find life's meaning.
Your life for mine, is what I'm now receiving.

You're my best friend whom 
I love so much.
I long for your mercy and peace... 
your "special touch."

You alone can bring true joy that 
fortune could never give.
You brought me hope and peace
 and a reason to live!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


 






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madre save me

I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u,
I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a 
Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted.
On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my 
head n the guy behind the gun, willing
To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how 
it is right just is wht it is",
"No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I 
heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right 
lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the 
ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n 
asking for help words bearly would come out,
"It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with 
god,  he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying 
for me."
One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up 
5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be 
there.
"You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa
"I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied
"We all have a mother just keep tht in mind".
On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back 
of the head of the one who shoot me.
"I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me
"U have a mother?" I asked
"Screw u." He replied
" go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live."
Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead.
I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my 
mother passed through.


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Love

Love
born in the fire of youth
foster to preserve
lost to betrayal
regained in trust
through decades of growth
capitulate all 
nevermore lose
love 


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Please Dont Let Her Go

The call of a mother
the mean words of her children
the pain that lingers through the years

Her pain suffocates her
dying in a lonely place
waiting to be heard
she turns a lighter color

They try to save her
but their love is not enough
they stand in a white room
waiting for the words 
the words no one wants to hear

Please dont let her go
let her stand oh lord
let her be with us 
let her feel no pain

The lights dimmer

the ceiling falls
their standing underneath the sky
their mother stands before them
she tells them to let go of all the guilt
that has built up for she is safe and okay now

They stand as the light of there mother fades
there alone now standing underneath the black sky


their pain and guilt fades knowing there mother loves them and always will

Dedicated to Granny Helen Caccumise (you were like a mother to me and may you rest in peace)


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Birthday Rose

Introduction: A mother is such a wonderful poetry...She is the compass and blessing for her children and no matter what, in our hearts - she's the rose that never dies.


The moment I first opened my eyes, I saw your glowing face in shine You took me in your graceful arms, And poured my life in peaceful charm You sacrificed more than I can count, To raise me and strengthen my ground Every time you heard me scream, You took off from your every meal You fulfilled all my needs and dreams, You mean the world and more to me A teacher, a playmate, An answer, a guide of fate You reach out and pull me back, Whenever I get lost off track You love me like no other, Words just simply can’t explain, you are the best mother With you I never pretend, by your values I transcend You help me get my courage tight, You aid me to my wisdom right You are my loving mother, Someone I have to share my thoughts Always you know, always you care, Always you feel, always you heal Your tender smile lights up my life, From doubts that keep me captive at night Forever in my heart, you reside You care so much and feel so deep, You’re just everything I need I’m above grateful to have you in my life, As every time I think of you, I always feel revived.


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Shelf life of sunshine

Shelf life of lights 
=
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine 
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been 
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s spent.

Days are, of course, growing thin; like her little family 
which has been unfastening. Son has gone to the town;
his dad has lost appetite; the vegetable patch’ve dried.

She looks at the brown cat, it seems to attain bodhi.
The salty air teases her hair, unknotted it.
“You look great.” The wind’s accent, slightly slurry, comes inside.

It reminds her of youth, insouciant, innocent. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Consider Our Requirements

Consider our education
Take us to school on time so that we'll not miss a fraction of a lesson
Could you take that as a responsibility?

We need someone to drive us to school
It's not the same to ride in the car without you
You say you don't have time to consider our requirements
It's not the same to ride in the van without you
We need someone to bring us to school

Consider our requirements
Drive us to school on time so that we'll avoid tardy sweeps
Take that as your upcoming responsibility!


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Letting mum know

My Mum is wonderful,
her love is so tender
and natural. Over the
years her caring ways
have never wavered. I
should not hesitate to
ask a special favour.

My Mum knows all my
highs and lows. Comforting
me throughout the years.
Her love is so endearing,
exquisitely reassuring.

To my Mum I give a heart felt
"thank you". Mum I'm sorry for
not saying it enough. I love you
dearly and fully appreciate you.


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Mom's Reward

A year and a half ago, Mom went to be with the Lord.
She entered the Pearly Gates. Heaven is her reward.
She was born in 1948 and died sixty-four and a half years later.
She went to the Great Beyond and she's experiencing a life that's far greater.
In my case, it's not true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Mom suffered tremendously before she died but she's suffering no longer.
It hurt me deeply when she died and was laid to rest.
Now she has a life of eternal peace and happiness.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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Michael's Mother

The beauty of your mother was not in the clothes she'd wear
it wasn't even in the way the light danced upon her hair.
The beauty of your mother is beyond these words I write
her beauty came from in her soul, you saw it in her eyes.

The beauty of your mother was not measured by success
yet overflowing was her resplendence when you felt her soft caress.
A light warming every room she entered, words melodious and sweet
washing over you, as her verbal hug was your personal retreat.

The beauty of your mother had really only just begun
Showering you with drops of love and laughter as the sun.
The beauty of your mother is what her wish would be for you, 
Pure happiness and joy, For you, true love, to be loved too.

Remember each day your mother and the beauty that she shared
all the lessons she tried to teach you and how much for you she cared.
Because the beauty of your mother is not gone, its in your heart and in the skies
She is in you and when you gaze at me, the beauty of your mother is reflected in my eyes.


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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   
12/12/10



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The Older I Am

The Older I Am… It seems like the older I am, with each passing day. There’s someone that I know who “passes away.” I remember as a child, 40 seemed to be “old.” Now, it seems quite young. As I’ve been told. This life that I have is wonderful and God given. He wants to be with me each day that I’m livin. The older I am, the more I begin to see. I need much more of God, and a lot less of me! Whatever path in life that I might choose. Without God in control. I’m going to lose! He’s the one that I need to take control. His word brings nourishment to my soul! His word and commandments need to be obeyed. There’s nothing for HIS LOVE I would ever trade! I thank you my lord for the life I have received. An eternal life with you, I want to achieve! The older I am…The closer I get to my mansion above God has blessed me and given me his eternal love! One more day with Jesus is sweeter than before! No matter my age. I’ll always need him MORE! He is and will always be with me till the end of time. I’m so glad that I am his. And he is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


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Make Your Family FIRST


Make Your Family First! I know a person who had “a change of heart.” And very shortly his family “fell apart.” He was involved in doing “so many things.” He neglected the duty of what family brings! He became so involved in helping others… He neglected his wife and his kids’ mother! At first, he had the best of intentions… But failed to give his family any kind of attention! He was so busy, and away from home so much. It didn’t take long for him to be “out of touch.” Very soon he found his life “way off course…” And heading down the path of a divorce! He began to ask himself the question; “why?” As he began to hear all of his kids cry! Beyond all of the chaos and “chatter.” He decided that his family DOES matter! He quit doing many of the things he once did. And asked all of his family to please forgive! He’s now the kind of dad that he needs to be! And is with his family so faithfully! May this be a lesson and reminder to us all! How quickly we can get up. How quickly we can fall! May we put an effort into our family as number one! Every mom and dad! Daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton


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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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I've Failed You Once Again

I Have Failed…


Lord, I have failed you time and time again,
By hanging on to my unrepentant sin.
I once thought, “my life will never get off track,”
Until that one day when I committed such a
terrible act.


“No one’s watching me” was what I thought,
not knowing the pain and suffering into my family
I had brought.
That one night of “pleasure” I hoped would go away,
but this sin stares me in the face every single day!

The lust that crept into my once cheerful heart,
Is now eating at me—tearing me all apart.
I once thought I was too good to commit a sin like this,
so many of God’s blessings I now will miss.

To you Jesus—my whole heart I ask you to cleanse.
for in you my whole life now depends.
Create in me a clean heart, renew a right spirit
within me.
Your forgiveness in my life is what others must see.

The most important thing to God I can now give,
Is a broken and contrite heart each day I shall live!


By Jim Pemberton


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words

Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh, 
Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words 
can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some 
actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved. 
Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or 
actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can 
make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or 
leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you. 
So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my 
friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.


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Knowledge

I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall dusting the ground where the white wolf calls her cry is soon anwered and then echoed by them all as they look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall and listen to her mourn for the loss of someone small because she had given birth this same night in her den’s hall but his life did slip away as the white flakes start to fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I want to join her song and help her to stand tall I raise my voice and sing rising high above them all and add my strength to theirs as the white flakes still did fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall learning that same night which I have never known at all a wolf does not exist without an answer to its call so I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall


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My Joy

I waited for you for nine months
I waited in excitement just to touch
Your sweet innocent face
With which I fell in love
Your gentle laughter makes me realize the love of a mother
While your smiles continually come one right after the other
The happiness and joy that you bring to me
Is unlike anything I have ever felt or seen
Now that you are here I thank the Lord everyday
That he game me someone special like you
To be a mother to


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Forever-Part 1

Out on the beach with an amazing guy. The sun's so pretty, the sun's so bright. We're walking and talking about all our good times, against the world, hand in hand. Smiling and walking on the beautiful LA sand. We sit on a bolder and watch the sun set. It's an amazing day, one I will never forget. You slip your arm around me as we as we look at the beautiful sea. "I love you," I say as we feel the cool evening breeze. "I love you too," you say and pull out a small black box. I look at you, smile, and my heart stops. You open the box to reveal a beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?" you ask as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to sing. My smile gets wider as I say "yes". You pull me close to your chest. I gently kiss you as a tear rolls down my cheek. You brush it away and smile at me. "I love you," I say one more time. "I love you to baby," you say as you smile, "now your deffinitly all mine."

 

Today's the day, the day that starts the rest of our life. The day you become my husband, the day I become your wife. The last time I saw you was last night. But I woke up to a beautiful sight. A bouque of beautiful red roses lie on your pillow with a note on top. "I love you," it says, "and I can't wait to see you." I smile and whisper "I love you too." I take a shower and walk down to the beach to see how much is done. I step onto the hot sand and I feel the hot sun. It's almost done so I start to head home. I need to here your voice so I call your phone. "Hey babe," you say, "is everything okay?" I tell you everythings fine, I just need to hear you. I tell you I love you. You tell me you love me too. You say you have to go but you'll see me soon. "Okay, I love you," I say and look at the clock, it's almost noon. "I love you too," you say and the line goes dead. I look in the mirror and put my hands on my head. I smile and start to get ready for tonight. The first night of m new life.

I take a look in the mirror one last time. Just to make sure my beautiful dress is fine. I walk down to the beach and wait by the gate. I fix my veil and look at my friend. "You look amazing," she says and puts some flowers in my hand. "Thanks," I say and smile. I can't wait to walk down the aisle.


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Makenzie

A new life
birth
the offspring of the Rosonow's
a new form
a new shape
a new girl
a new world
the beauty of a new baby is embraced a new mother's arms
how beautiful she is like a green pasture
she is a pure soul and a clean heart
she is like a star that glistens brightly during the night hours
waiting in the sky to be look upon and loved
laughter
times together
kindness
all in the form of a precious little girl
a new life
a new form
a new shape
a new girl
a new world
open eyes and open hearts


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Mothers Love

This poem was my son's favorite. My son was mowed down by a Coach USA Bus driver operating a NJ Transit bus Wednesday July 18, 2012. The bus was speeding as his back wheel jumped the handicap curb dragged my son 50 to 100 feet to his death. The bus was not charged with his death. He was set free. I am fighting for justice for my son Deshon Johnson. You can Google his name Deshon Johnson's petition on change.org. 

I like to dedicate this poem to my only child Deshon Johnson.


Mother’s Love

Draped in my affection safe and sound
protecting you from things that might
get you down.

Hurling through life’s obstacles may be tough 
to get around, but my maternal spiritual guidance 
will not leave you confound.
It will build you words of wisdom 
that will be profound, it will help you get out of 
any negative rebounds.
 
My prayers of peace 
will resound through your soul 
and stay.
So take my heartfelt expressions 
and treasure them every day.

Then you will see my advice 
would not lead you astray.
You are a precious gift from the heavenly sky 
and my unconditional love for you 
will never die.

When you live your life 
on trial and error, keep in mind 
my motherly devotion for you is forever.


No matter what, I will always be here for you with 
my eternal love, regardless; if I am on earth or in the
 heavens above.


To: Deshon 

With Love, from your mother! 


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Back To Better Days

I wish I could return 19 years into the past
Back when my ear was against my mothers heart beat
Rocked asleep by the saint in her voice
Kept safe with in the walls of her ever loving flesh
that kept the pain at bay
But curse the birth that threw me into this messed up world
my life now has scars but
I will live to love her forever more


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First born

Joyous occasion was his birth as he was the first to give me the title of "Mom"
Obstinate in his teenage years he has become
Sarcasm is his wit
Each day brings something new
Phemonally smart is his gift
Hates to ever admit he is wrong

Really loves his video games
Oblivious to the workings of common courtesy no matter how hard I try otherwise
Baby he may no longer be but he is my baby just the same
Ever ready to be out of school
Really knows how to push my buttons
Takes too much for granted but he is still very special to me just the same


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M

Mom, spring whispers to me
That every tear you shed
There in heaven
Will soon become a love song
And each prayer of mine
You hear
Mom, pick a flower
From the garden of angels
Send it to me
While gentle sleep steals my soul
Among the living
You know mom,
No matter how many doors they''ll open
No one can enter
The upper heart
Where I keep my childhood


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For my Mother

For a Mother.

 

she left me

with only the thoughts of her embrace to warm me

in frigid mornings of tomorrows yet to come

she left me

with her words of tender truths to shroud me

in the coming evenings of stabbing sleet and hail

she left me

yet she stays forever within me

in my waking dreams

and in my restful thoughts

she stays forever within me

she remains an abiding part

of the love

the pain

the tears

and never shall we be

truly apart

 


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When Life Get's TOUGH

I’m here to tell you that when “the going get’s rough…” A simple, “God bless you!” May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there’s “not a friend anywhere to be found…” Perhaps… Right now… You find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control… Things will never be the same! He’ll speak peace to the raging waters of life’s ocean… And will give to you… His 100% “love potion!” He’ll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He’s always there with you. You’re NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear… His perfect love will cast out all fear! He’ll pick up the pieces of life that are broken... As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken. He’ll do for you what no power or god can do… He’s here right now He’s waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton 04/26/11


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Her

Cashmere Bouquet Shower to Shower Powder The scent of my mother Gave her power for the hours Smelling sweetly all day Attitude of the same Helped her to work with calm Those 18 hours through


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These Are Dificult Times for So Many Without A Job


These Are Difficult Times! These are difficult times, with many frustrations. Many people in hardships and difficult situations! Many are filled with worry and concern. Not really knowing which direction to turn. As more are getting dependent on government. Many without work have lost any kind of fulfillment. While many seek what seems to be the best “plan.” Cries of hopelessness ring throughout the land! I, too, have been without work in the past. Wondering how much longer it would last. The months that went by, turned into years… As I sought assurance for my worries and fears. The only true peace and security I have found. Has brought love, when life came “crashing down.” I found that what really matters the most! Is Jesus! And letting him hold me close! I knew if I lost everything that was around me… God’s presence and peace still surrounds me! He made it very evident and so clear. Whatever happens in life... HE IS ALWAYS HERE! He picked me up when I felt lonely and depressed! With him in my life… I felt comforted and blessed! My problems didn’t disappear in just one day! But through life’s trials… God made a way! Whatever difficulty or problem you may face… Won’t you accept God’s gift of mercy and grace? He can do more than any other power can do! And brings meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


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A Mother

Without you Mother, 
I wouldn’t be in this world.                                                                                                Without your love, 
mines would not have unfurled.                                                                                   
With you mother, there’s always reassurance.                                                                                               You soothe away all my fears and disturbance.                                                                                               You watched over me and treasure me all these years.                                                                                       In every sad moment you wiped away my tears.

With you mother, there’s always forgiveness.                                                                                                 You never held a grudge.                                                                                                                           You’re just a mother that’s blessed.                                                                                                        There’s magic in your laughter.                                                                                                          There’s always a glow all over.                                                                                                           Mother you are filled with a special power.
                                                                                                                                                        You have such wonderful insight and skill,                                                                                         which only a mother can fill.                                                                                                                          
I love you Mother.                                                                                                                                          I love you to infinity.                                                                                                                           Today and always Mother,                                                                                                                                    I thank you for me!


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CONTENTION

I drift away from myself
	Octavio Paz



Will I be there when she arrives in time?
Will I be there when my mother starts opening 
Her sick eyes and says: "It is you, my boy?"

Will I be there fully of myself and fill with lies
To say at least: "I'm sorry, Ma! I came late!"

And when our body meets, and when our eyes
Try to explain every detail at each one to see
What is going on, and to comprehend what has happened
During those years, could I be able to alter them
And be wise enough to be beautiful in front of her
And give her a last devotion from a grown man?

Will I be there when my luck cannot go ahead to fight 
The brave waves that have been coming up from the River 
With such physical pain to tell me: “I do not want to go further anymore!" 
Do I have then the time, I ask you, naive soul, 
To say: "Mother I'm commanding you not love me as a son!
I'm commanding you not bless me with a forgiven kiss!
I'm commanding you, o Mother! To let me die next to the frail bosom of yours!
But will I be there on time when she arrives in tears
Although it is going to give me strength to say: "Why is this 
Pain?”

It is that my real answer to judge between love and Mother's Love...
It is that my virtue to make any difference from her tenders breast. 
It is that my long, long absence should be like this blind my heart is set up
And keep from you!

Even though my joy is dead, even though my privation inner 
Thought is empty, and even though my arrival has been denied, 
And even though my way still far away...! Anyhow will I be there, you, God, tell me,
If I can trust her silence before dawn and go to that high and motionless place,
Kneel down there, and kiss at least her last breath...!
 
Will you let me at least to do just that...?


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To His Mother

2.03.09

Two women - 
Two women who've lost Him,
Lost Him once and for all.
You - through the pain of childbearing,
I - through cruelties of love...

Two women - 
Two women who've lost Him,
So close and yet so far apart -
So uncompromisingly different
With the very same pain in their hearts...

And even though I may not know You,
Before You I'd stand in deep awe -

You gave me true Hope, always precious -
You gave me the man that I love...


[Dedicated to the Mother of my still beloved A.K...]


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Dear God I Don't Want To Be DEPRESSED Anymore

My mind seems to be going
 "in every direction."
I often wander if I'm going
 through a depression.

The people I once loved...
 I love no more.
Life seems to be so "dry."
Rather "a bore."

My life seems to be 
"turned upside down"
There's no one to help.  
Nobody around.

Will you... God... listen 
to my call?
And accept me... 
Faults and all?

I know that you're listening
 to my desparate plea.
To love someone 
as lowly as me.

Thank you Lord for 
helping me along.
In your arms of mercy... 
 Is where I belong!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


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RETREAT

Mother! Only a few, few days remain.
Worry not, I will return, return again
Like birds that in their nests do enter
Tearing the torturous traps of hunter.

I know each night you make extra meal
And wait in slight hope that I will, will
Come to eat supper being too, too tired.
But I am here so far, far away, starved.

Mother! I, I too linger for your affection
On the riverbed where lies my skeleton.
My two bony hands still, still, still seek
Your sacred feet that appears now bleak.

I will not go away from you again, again.
When you would sit solitary in the Eden,
Don’t think I have given you a new bluff.
Turning, you’ll find my face with laugh.


(In memory of freedom fighters in 1971 war. Many of them never returned home)


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Over the Moon

If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.
But you died and you were taken far too soon.
You had to have a hysterectomy and your left leg amputated.
You were in so much pain, it was something that I truly hated.

My brother and I had to end your pain by taking you off the respirator.
If I would've had a choice, I would've rather wrestled with an alligator.
When you died, I came home and licked my wounds.
If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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the arrival

                                             (09/09/11)

I heard there was no lying
Your baby is arriving.
You say that it’ll be a baby girl
From that oyster -comes forth
A precious pearl.

If she comes out like the mother
She’ll be as beautiful as can be
And she’ll be at the computer writing her poetry.

Words and feelings will come easy
And she’ll capture the hearts of man
For it is in the cards, it is in the plans.

She will roll in , like a MIDNIGHT STORM
This is what she’ll do
The reason she was born.

Lightning and thunder will follow
All of her days, and with men s hearts
You know she will play.

She will have a beauty deep within her soul
This is what makes her unique
This is what makes her whole.
She will spread her wings and take to flight
That is the reason she will be called MIDNIGHT.


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The Christmas Letter, dedicated to my mother

I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail
You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail
I’m such a “go getter” and I hate sitting still
One things’ for certain, I haven’t lost my will.

All the testing, the blood work, x-rays and more
Thank goodness the lab, has a revolving door.
I’m covered in bruises, from head to my toes,
I say it’s ‘cuz, I punched a guy in the nose.

This pill, and that pill, it is hard to keep track
Is this for my stomach, my eyes or my back?
All of my treatments, are a thing of the past
I don’t have to see doctors, I’m free at last.

Believe it or not, hubby’s quite a good cook
And he doesn’t follow, a recipe book.
I’ve had to scold him every once in a while
“Please don’t leave that clean laundry, sit in that pile”.

He vacuums, does laundry and even does chores
Fixes washers, dryers and paints all the doors
He’ll relax in his chair, and he snores quite fast
When he gets loud, I’ll turn the TV full blast.

I have to admit, that it’s funny to see
Looking out that window, as he trims the tree.
I still try to figure, why men can’t “just trim”
NO, they hack, saw, and pull and leave just a limb.

The Grandchildren are growing, fast every day
Time passes quickly, which is scary to say.
Thank goodness for family, and friends such as you
May all of your dreams, and wishes come true.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR


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To A Very Special Mother

Thank you Jesus for 
giving me my mother.
She's "one in a million!"  
There is no other!

She's blessed her 
family as well.
I love and appreciate her. 
 Can't you tell?

She was there to teach 
me right from wrong.
And Godly principles that 
certainly belong!

I haven't strayed from
 her God-given duty.
As a reflection of his love 
and an inner beauty.

May her life be blessed... 
 Beyond measure!
Thank you mom!  
You're a great treasure!

By Jim Pemberton


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More Than a Mother by Kenny Davis

More Than a Mother by Kenny Davis

You’re more than a mother to me
You’re a better part of my heart
Through all the tears, I look to you
For me, that’s where the joy starts

You’re more than a mother to me
You’re more like a guiding light
There in the mists of the darkness
I am drawn to you, burning so bright

You’re more than a mother to me
You’re like the sunlight after the rain
A comfort after the troubles
Removing all of my pain

You’re more than a mother to me
You’re my calm before the storm
Keeping me grounded, keeping me focused
So my faith may take its form

You’re more than a mother to me
My personal North Star
Finding myself following your glistening glow
For times, when I shall stray afar

You’re more than a mother to me
You’re like the first day of spring
Each smile from you, a simple ray of sunshine
Angels and birds would sing

You’re more than a mother to me
You’re my absolute best friend
Of all the times we have spent and shared
I hope and pray they never end

You’re more than a mother to me
You’re truly one of a kind
I am truly blessed to have a mother like you
I am glad to say you’re mine

© May 2010 K. Davis


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Forever-Part 2

Pacabells cannon starts to play. The gates open and everyone looks my way. Beautiful black and red roses line the red carpet that leads to you. You look amazing tonight too. I look at my white dress as I step into the setting sun. The light catches the black sparkles and roses on my dress and makes me look beautiful, makes me feel like one. A black rose on this beautiful LA sand. A black rose that belongs to a wonderful man. I slowly walk down the aisle. I walk up to you and I smile. There's black and red roses on the alter and I get up ther. I can smell their sweet fregrance in the warm evening air. The paster starts as I look at you. You say you vouls and I say mine too. You say "I do," and I do the same too. You slip yet another beautiful ring on my finger and kiss me so sweetly. We hold hands and walk back down the beautiful rose lined aisle.

 

We walk to the peir where there are beautiful lights hung up everywhere. I spin to look at the beauty and you lean in close to me and say, "wait here." You walk up to the DJ and request and smile as a familure tune comes on. I continue to smile and I take your hand. you walk me back out onto the beautiful sand.  "Our first dance," you say. My smile gets bigger when I here Amazed starts to play. You pull me closer to you as we start to move from side to side. My nourvousness is hard to hide. "You okay beautiful?" you ask softly as you gently run your hand through my hair. "Yeah baby, I'm fine," I say as I see people gather around and stare. We dance and we sway sweetly and quietly. We kiss and dance slowly. We kiss again and you start to sing along with the song. I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting so long.

 

We'r walking on the beach again. hand in hand. you still in your tux, I'm still in my dress. This is our future. Together. Forever. The setting sun catches my ring. It shines brightly. "I love you," I say and we kiss again. "I love you too," you say and gently pick me up.

You carry me back up to the house. You carry me up sairs and lay me on our bed. You lay beside me and gently kiss my head.

We lay there and talk for hours and hours. We smile and laughas our future stretches on in front of us.


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One of many loves.....

Smooth talker he can be but genuine he is
Talented more than any other I know
Endured more than any child should have to ever endure
Vexed he is because all he wants to do is come home
Ever ready to defend his family more important his mother
Needs to know that he is loved beyond all imaginings

Makes mistakes but can learn his lesson much more easily than others now
Imaginative and inventive, he can always think his way out of anything
Creativity has gotten through where nothing else has
Hot headedness he has learned to control...to a point
Always brings special joy to me as he is my son
Every day I want him back home where he truly belongs
Lost without my young man here...he is truly missed and loved


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My Strength Renewed, My Rock

On the day of July nine 
In the year of ninety and six. 
Her heart was so pure and so fine 
But too weak for the surgeon to fix. 
Her eyes still shown bright as day 
But her frail body had wasted away 
Her smile as warm as the love 
That she gave through Jesus above 
She knew she would not pull through 
But not one moment of sadness or blue 
Did she cast to her loved ones there 
Who waited and prayed for her care 
The Day was the twelfth of July 
The hours ticked endlessly by 
Many friends and family too 
People I never knew 
Came to say their farewells 
To a sister who with Jesus now sails 
On a peaceful and gentle tide 
To ever abide at his side 
As the service came to a close 
And the time was as everyone knows 
To cover her body with earth 
Though her spirit had now a new birth 
From out of the crowd stepped a child 
Who's heart like her grandmother's  was mild 
She picked up a shovel and prayed 
As everyone stood there dismayed 
Some tried to keep her from her task 
She looked to her Grandpa with eyes that ask 
He said to those who had tried 
To stop this child at the side 
Of her grandmother's still open grave 
With shovel in hand and heart so brave 
Let her be was his reply 
She's strong enough I won't deny 
She then began her chosen task 
Permitted to do what her heart had ask 
Shovel by shovel and tear by tear 
Her respect paid true to a lady so dear 
At the tender young age of only ten
This little girl whose life has been 
Directed and sculpted by the events of that day 
And by the grandmother who taught her to pray 
Just ten precious years she shared with her here 
But forever in her heart her grandmother is near 
I am the mother of this brave little child 
And never has any heart been so mild 
The day was the twelfth of July 
And to my Mother I said good bye 
A new strength was shown to me that day 
In the child I had birthed and taught to play 
Grandmother's shoes are not easy to fill 
But with a heart of gold and the strength and will 
She to this day has been my best friend 
In absence of Mother my rock to the end 
Now twelve years later a woman full grown 
No longer here with me, elsewhere on her own 
No matter the distance in miles or in time 
She still fills the shoes of that Mother so fine 
And knowing her task will never be done 
She looks to the Heaven's, The Father, The Son 
But also she looks for a glimpse now and then 
From the Grandmother she knows will hold her again


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Boys To Men


Photograph hanging on my wall of memories 
Keeping you young safe from a world moving 
To fast 
Boys grow into men not in my heart of hearts
You still remain boys were my arms kept you safe
Now my prayers protect you my faith follows you 
A mother s love goes with you 
I pray that my love follows you in every thing 
You do remember to do unto others as you would
Like to be done unto you  
Respect to get respect when faced with adversity 
Turn the other cheek 
When worst come to worst walk away 
Remember my love and god  to see you threw all 
The bad walk in faith in all you do  
Humble your self for pride destroys the strongest of men
Put love first for hate will incarcerate your soul
Work hard for all you do for nothing is hand it to you
Lead with good examples and good values 
For the young look up to us to do what’s right 
Remember these things that comes from the heart
As you walk into manhood a good man honors 
God first and respects his mother and father 
As you boys turned into men before my eyes 
I have to say you are the best no matter what 
you will always be my boys 
Keeping the peace in your life 
Near our far I am here and there 
Moms love is every were you are
 


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Our Heavenly Father's Love


Our Father's Love... Many don't think about their heavenly father's love. And forget about his mercy, grace and love. That day when God's son was to die. His tender heart begin to bleed and cry. The wondrous love that God demonstrated. A plan of salvation has been orchestrated. Are you of the many who follow him? Where you can find an atonement for your sin. He patiently waits for you this very day. And loves you much more than words can say. This moment in time... With your heavenly father can be spent. Lay your every burden at his feet. And repent. Though your sins be as black as scarlet... They can be white as snow. His precious blood can wash you clean and make you whole! You will walk away from guilt and shame. The day you bow and call on Jesus' holy name! By Jim Pemberton


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Kingdom of Heaven


Mother, as I last view your
pale and fragile frame
I envisioned the chariot
that will carry you to heaven...

It will be of silver and gold
steadily rumbling through a tunnel
at first dark with the end in sight
an unwavering beckoning beacon of light...

Soon you will be standing on a hill
with a new body
below you fertile land light and airy
beautiful colored clouds behold your palace!

A mansion with many rooms
towers high and proud
as it laps the sea
each wave blue as can be!

When you enter your palace mother
you're in a place free of sin
say hello to all our loved ones
as you enter the Kingdom of Heaven..
~ ~


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Honey Mommy Day

Your name begins with a B,
And I’m your first baby…
I should always tell you
You’re sweet like a Bumblebee
That has a Heart of Gold.
Being as Gold as Honey.
I love you, Mommy.
I also want to tell you 
To believe you are
The most pretty among 
All the other Queen Bees.
You have a kind Queen’s beauty.
You’re my mother,
So Honey Mommy Day.


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Flee Immorality And Seek God's Purity



Flee Immorality And Seek God’s Purity! God’s word says to “flee from sexual immorality.” And to seek HIS wholesomeness and purity! It reminds us that our flesh “wars against our soul.” From every temptation, we must let go! With each day, there’s a battle that rages on… It’s a battle for doing what is right or wrong! God’s word must be the moral compass for our direction. We need to seek his word for much needed correction! We need to present our lives as pure to God above… And seek to be filled with his goodness and love! We need to be filled with things virtuous and good. We ought to live as a follower of Christ should! We must run fast from the “sinful traps” we encounter! We need to seek his holiness, majesty and power! God wants for each of us HIS very best! All ungodly things in our life need to be “put to rest!” God’s will in each of us, needs to be our goal! For only Jesus can truly make us complete and whole! Why not allow God’s to give you peace and contentment? And give him your life with a 100% commitment? By Jim Pemberton


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Gift Of A Mother

( GIFT OF A MOTHER )

Of all the gifts life may bestow
There's one which sets the rest below
The wombs from which life emanates
Whose rearing deeds shall not abate

Some men aspire for fortunes
Many vie with one another
But woe to those who live and die despising their own mothers
No Prophet, Queen, nor Statesman could espouse a nobler creed
Despite the goals one might attain, a mother bears the seed

The bastion of her family, the center of a nation
O Mother, you're an altruist, benevolent and patient
Your moistened finger raised, removing smudges from my face
Such acts of love kept me aloof from living in disgrace
When others choose to compliment my sister or my brother
I hope they will give pause and give some credit to our mother

Written by Gregory Paul


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I Pray For My Children

 

I Pray For My Children… As a parent, having raised my kids.. I wanted to be a good example in how I lived. Disappointments and failures… I’ve had my share! I still love them and will always care! I didn’t want to “run away,” like many do… I want to be there to tell them; “I love you!” I did my best to give them a God given dedication… And to help them in a Bible based education. Now the years have passed and my kids are grown… Very soon, they’ll all be out of the home. I pray for God’s blessing in their days ahead. May the Bible be their source of “daily bread.” I pray that the Lord will guide their every step… May a love for God in their hearts be kept! Lord, please keep them from evil and harm… And keep them safe and secure in your arms! I pray that one day in heaven, I will see.. All my kids with me... For eternity! By Jim Pemberton


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Is Your Life Running On EMPTY

Is your life running 
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
 of life being consumed?

Any zeal and passion for God
 may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
 going to last???”

Perhaps you feel like your
 anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…  
Why is this happening to me?”

Things in life often
 catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
 out there really care?”

There is someone who
 can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
 is where you belong!

He walked this earth and 
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
 of life for you and me!

Won’t you give him a chance... 
 To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
 wipe away any tears?

He’ll bring peace to a
 hopeless situation…
All you need to do… 
 Is to give him an invitation…

The choice is yours…  
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now?  Before it’s too late???

By Jim Pemberton  
01/18/10







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It's Ok Mama To Let Go

it's ok mama to let go
for the angels told me so
i'm no longer afraid 
to be on my own

it's ok mama to let go
go be with daddy 
so he doesn't feel 
so all alone

it's ok mama to let go
you've earn your wings
for god has told me so

it's ok mama to let go
i'll be waiting and watching
for your spirits aglow

it's ok mama to let go
for god exponged that cancer
and now lets you travel to and fro



Happy Mother's Day Mama {1934 - 2005 }
RIP


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CAYLEE MARIE ANTHONY

Oh little one, for you I stand
Oh little one, your life I defend
A voice that can no longer be heard
Justice for you, I will not be deterred
All my waking hours and they have been long
I fight for a verdict, I must be strong
For at the end it is you that I see
Justice for a beautiful and precious Caylee

God has taken you home, here you were not deserved
Suffer no longer, for now judgment reserved
The punishment we seek here on earth was not meant to be
An unfocused jury has set your killer free
But I know that one day and hopefully soon
She will stand before God and his wrath she’ll consume

An angel you are and always will be
The Lord took your hand and set you free

Rest in peace Caylee Marie Anthony


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Mother

From a child to adult,
You’ve always been right there
Willing to lend a hand,
To show how much you care.

Through good times and bad times,
We’ve made it together
Remembering them all,
I’ll cherish forever.

We talk about problems,
Willing to lend your ear
Helping in life’s struggles,
We laugh or shed a tear.

I’d never have made it
Without you by my side
Forever your baby,
Through life you’ve been my guide.

Thank you mom for being,
So special in your way
I’m writing to wish you,
A Happy Mother’s Day!


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She Reaches The Eighth Milestone Of Life

(This verse is painted for my Loving Daughter P Suzanna Christy on her 8th birthday) 

It was the day she began to move out,
She’d been in the cradle of her mother’s womb
Some seven years before silently in her dreams,
And her dreams! Who knows? But He knows.

Her mother, yea, yet to be a mother then!
Then in her travail, yet rejoicing in God’s Gift,
With her friend and neighbors close by she was wriggling.

Her father, yea, yet to be a father then!
Then in his journey, anxious, yet praying all the way,
None but the Father in Christ is beside him.

She reaches the eighth milestone of life,
How she hath reached is by His Mercy.

I remember the day of entry into the world,
She made a cry within and it was not heard unto us,
We could not know why she had cried within,
But we know for she had prayed within,
And now we’ve learnt that her first cry would be to Him.

Her mother’s friend took her in his arms,
And showered thousand kisses on her tiny forehead,
And it is he always the God-sent providence unto them.

Her mother rose from her anesthetic sleep,
And her every breath, it’s the fact, pronounced THANKS unto HIM.
She longed for her God’s Gift and took her in her arms of love.
I watched her imprinting kisses on the silky cheeks.
Every one wept and there were tears of joy,
I collected those tears in the deep of my heart.

She hath reached the eighth milestone of life:
She flutters as the dancing star in the sky,
Like the tiny trout in the running brook she plays,
Sweet like the ripe apple ‘midst the orchard,
‘cross the horizons of joy and laughter she traverses,
Dressed in the Blessings from Above,
She looks purple with floating frilled skirt,
She wears the smiles of her mother,
Filled with friendly wishes from her school mates,
She walks amidst the song of her little blooms.
I can’t hold her joy she experiences,
And so her mother shares it with her 
And too with her for she hath carried my prayer in her womb.

She grows with the Heavenly Grace,
And does proclaim the Glory of Heaven in her life. 
Now she’s a little plant to grow more flowers,                 
And every flower shall be the message of His Mercy


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Purpose

I've always wondered what I wanted to be A beautiful bird that flies or a fish in the sea? A rocky mountain to climb to the very top Or simply a mother and wife to tie the knot I've always said I could be what I wanted to be Or a stationary plum or sweet apple tree A stream that sings you lullabies to sleep Or a scary spider or snake --- free to creep It wasn't until tonight what I wanted to be I recall An author, mother, wife, and Officer of the Law A colorful shape to fight evil on good's side But also a mother and wife I want to confide An author of poetry --- I'll write to my full emotion A mother of a son whom I'll love with all devotion A wife to a man who Heaven and Earth I will move And an Officer of Law to bring the town good news Of all of my purposes the questions I've asked Of all this wasted time inside I have basked I believe tonight I answered my life's purpose And established the starting stone of a new surface


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Let's Keep Marriage STRONG


Let’s Keep Marriage Strong! In marriages, we often fail to Be take time to communicate… To be honest with each other… Truthful and straight! In each other… We need to look for the BEST! And not treat each other like a “pest.” We don’t need to speak words that’ll cause harm… But to love each other with an opened arm! May we serve one another with compassion and love! Knowing we were brought together from God above! Just think about the first day you were wed… Remember the words; “I love you” were often said! We need to keep marriages together no matter the cost! Divorce leads to so much tragedy and a huge loss! By Jim Pemberton


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Eternal Angel

I weep for the promise I made to you.
The promise I can never keep.
I wait expectantly for the answers.
The questions always the same.
Why?
Why me, why you?
Why did we deserve this?
Why are we being punished?
The answers never come, still I find peace.
Though your feet never touched the earth,
To forget you is impossible.
You will remain my eternal angel.
Your heart always pure.
Your soul forever sinless.
Your dreams a whisper of the wind


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Yours

I am doing all I can
To make sure you get the world.
I am doing all I can
To make sure happiness is yours.
I am doing my best
For you,
For your life,
For your soul.

My strengths will become yours
And you will surpass me.
My prayers will guide you
And you will find what you seek.
My hope and love will blanket you
But… you won’t know me.

I refuse to let you
See my pain.
I refuse to show you
The cruelness in my life.
My mountain is not yours
And all I need to do
Is love and watch over you.

I am your conscience
Your strength
Your angel
Your mother.

11/07
A.B.


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After All These Years Still IN LOVE

Still In Love...
My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”

He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”

“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.

He came running to me with 
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.

I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.

I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


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We're Greatly Influenced By Society


We’re Greatly Influenced By Our Society We’re greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of “varieties.” Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another “source.” Too often, many in society have “confused” minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another “confused” mind has to say. “Where did this person go wrong?” Is wondered. Another family or person is “torn and plundered.” “If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways.” “I will heal their land!” This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life’s attention. We’re sure to go “off course.” Into the wrong direction. “There is a way that seems right.” “But the end is death.” This is a truth of God’s word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton


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My dearest papa

Lingering, in the dusky haze,
Is your ever-affectionate gaze,
Your effervescence, always, does stay,
To my heart, marking its way,
This eternal tranquil love of yours,
Every problem, it successfully cures, 
Your blessings, with devotion, I do heed,
You beyond doubt, O Papa, are a dreadful need,
A phase of rejuvenation, of my life, this is,
Affected by a warm hug, a small kiss,
A deep significance, this triumph beholds,
From this, a love lasting an eon, unfolds,
Dear Daddy, all that I wanna tell,
There’s a prominent spot in my heart where you dwell,
Success would have merely been,
A far- fetched reverie once seen.
But you gave me a great chance,
To strike up, and accomplish my trance,
Daddy, you corrected all my mistakes,
And I’ll always value that, whatever it takes. .
I at all times do wonder,
Why opportunities go all blunder,
Why the problems ain’t solved in an instant,
Why before every trouble, life has to bend,
You led me out of the doubts,
Fished a grin out of my pouts,
Life is to face, fight and fright them all,
With you beside, dad, I can really stand tall,
Confusions always flicker in my mind,
Does God exist, I really wanna find,
But a look at my dad and mom, once I take,
And my heart tells me, “Now don’t fake,
“There they stand, before thee,
“And all the while, you moron can’t see”,
The realization, in me, soon did dawn,
Such a great fortune— from God was I born!


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A Toast To Mom

oh the weather outside is frightful
and having snowball fights were so delightful

getting hit in the butt and head
then laughing cause you start seeing red

hooking on car bumpers for a little ride
wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide

mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead
we never listened to what she had said

socks for gloves to keep little hands warm
even amidst a blizzards storm

soaked from head to foot
looking like santa's outfit full of soot

but what I remember about fun the most
was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast


on that speical Christmas morning day
before the Lord had came and taken her away


   {R.I.P. Mama}


Happy Holidays All
Love Kathy And Jenny

Also Entry For 
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Songs In Poem Form
Gl All


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Next Sunday after luncheon

Each Sunday after luncheon
As long as it’s not cold
My parents have their little walk
Although they’re getting old 

It’s their routine, they’ve done it
Ever since I was a lad
Each Sunday after luncheon
Just me and Mum and Dad

At three o’clock they like to stop
To have a cup of tea
A sticky bun for Dad and Mum
A sticky bun for me

We’ll sit down by the bandstand
To have our little snack
Then when they’re done, my Dad and Mum
Its time drive them back

I drop them off at four o’clock
And see them safely in
I say goodbye Mum starts to cry
“We will do this again?”

I tell them I will call them
And we’ll have a little talk
Then, next Sunday after luncheon
We’ll all go out for our walk

©  John W Fenn  11-04-2009


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Follower - REVISED

I was a follower
A coward,
 
Just trying to fit in
In this busy, busy empire
 
Then I met a person,
who believed she had it all
not in the bad way, as you would suppose
 
She gave me some advice,
Can you guess what it was?
 
Simple and plain,
Just powerful enough:
 
She said if you hold your head up high
But not so far
That your nose is in the sky...
 
If you're proud of what you acquire,
Your confidence shoots higher
 
If you speak up, voice your opinion,
Let people know that you’re not just another minion...
 
If you be who you want to,
And forget the people who say it’s not you...
 
And if you are kind to others,
Especially your mother
 
YOU are a leader.
You ARE a leader.
You are a LEADER.
 
If you stand up for  the people that you may not even know
Tell that ignorant harasser just to get up and go
 
If you know where you should be,
There’s a whole lot you can see
 
If others think you're worth nothing,
Show them they’re wrong by saying
 
“You're wasting your time by trying to waste mine!”
And just walk away
 
Make sure to tell them
That
 
You’re a leader,
But what are they?


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Missing You

I sent a balloon
Into the sky,
I know that you
Are wondering why…

The balloon is free
To roam above,
Sending my sorrow
Along with my love…

The balloon flies up
While the bird sings,
Sending my mom
Her angel wings…

So when I get down
Feeling the gloom,
I look up to heaven
And send her a balloon.


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MOTHER

Mother! You offered me life, risking Your own.
You bore all pains to show me this earthly light.
You held my fragile head as if a precious crown
And nurtured my weak body each day and night.

Mother! Your affection roamed my existence.
A slight scratch on my finger made You weep
And You shielded my weakness like a fence.
You forsake Your earthly concerns, even sleep.

Mother! You smiled at success, cried at failure.
You gave the support to tread on, to overcome
Those threats that made me frightened, unsure.
You made a sacred Heaven out of a small home.

Mother! You are the dearest treasure I possess, 
Which no casket, no safe can contain or insert.
The only place to treasure this heavenly grace
Is my innermost core, the unfathomable heart.


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A' MA (FOR MA)

You chose McHenry for your home . . .
Settling here, so that your children could have a bright future.

Your life was given for your children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren . . .
A loving mother who thought of their welfare, even to the end.

Never thinking of yourself . . .
Even in your afflictions, your laughter brought joy to others.

When your eyesight became poor,  "Who is that?" you would say . . .
And your smile would always make them feel welcomed by you.

Your love enriched the lives of all in this town . . .
And many of those well beyond its borders.

Though your vision was fading . . .
Your love for others never did.

We are saddened because you are gone . . .
Our world has lost a great treasure.

We will miss you "Ma", "Gramma", "Poa", "Nien", "Bat Bat" . . .
But we will always treasure the heartfelt love you gave to us so willingly.

              "GNO HAN NEE, HO AW"



I wrote this for my Mother-in-Law . . . who was a Chinese immigrant, raised three children on 
her own, and started business that touched the lives of many in our community by her 
singular courage, honesty, and love.   The last line means "We love you, very much", and 
may not be spelled correctly, but is correct phonetically.    I was blessed to know her.  
Although she has been gone nearly four years, I wanted to share my feelings with you.


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You're Going To Get A Good Whoopin Now

there was 
a naughty girl
and a naughty 
girl was she
for nothing 
would she do
but peek at 
christmas gifts
with glee
she would
look for name
like was a game
still curious
and bound
little pokes
in presents
were found
now she
had to
grabbed tape
oops late
in came mom
caught 
without sound
she laughed
I cried
said sorry
gift taken
from thee
how dad
did
spank me



Happy Holidays To All
Love Kathy & Jenny

Entry For Brian Strand's 
Bio Christmas Parlour Poetry Contest
GL All


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Are You Discouraged Feel Like Giving Up Without A Job


It was me that my
savior chose...
He’s supplied all my needs—
my food and clothes. 

He was there when I was
laid off from work.
Satan was saying, 
“you’re no good—just a jerk.” 

I admit; “my accomplishments—
I do not boast.”
But I do exalt the Father,
the Son and Holy Ghost. 

If not for God’s love,
I’d be dead, this I know.
This is the reason why
I love him so! 

He’s done so much for me—
it’s hard to express.
The privilege of being God’s son—
I am so blessed! 

I was a clay jar all broken apart,
But the potter put me together
from his heart. 

The glue he used was his
love for me,
That’s why I’m happy
and set free! 

This I know and hope
you’ll understand,
He’ll do the same for you—
just reach out your hand! 


By Jim Pemberton
2005


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Have and the have nots

grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told

A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend

late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends

a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside

the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town

eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes


the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord

when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage

two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet

these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while

When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then  one of greed 


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Another Saints gone home

We just got the news today
she will soon be going away
the doctors done all that they can do
but it's not over for her
she's just going home
she's faught her fight 
Her battles now are through

another saints gone home Hallelujah
another child of God reaches Her heavenly home
another saints gone home Hallelujah
Praise the Lord 
for now at last her victory is won

When the time has come for me to go away
I want my friends and family to see
that its not time to mourn
but to celebrate 
this life I've lived
 I pray they all may sing

another saints gone on hallelujah
another child of God reaches the Heavenly gates
another saints gone home hallelujah
Praise the Lord
Some day we'll see her in the heavely home.

By Treasa Jarvis 
Dedicated to the memory of my grandmother Beulah Campbell who was a great 
inspiration to me..


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Inner search

From the deepest part of my soul
From the furthest part of my heart
If motherhood is my role
What is it that I am breaking apart?
 
Answering the question
Without understanding the meaning
Couldn't bring no action
Wouldn't catch the feeling.
 
As I look all around
As I glance far ahead
It is all about sound
No peace allowed in my head.


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What you are made up to be

foolish within that shows through the skin, you're hopeless but hoping for the worst for me. I don't care for you, and never will. You will see when you burn in hell, in the future near you'll see that I wasn't the one wrong, so don't try to be sincere. You think it's all about you, when the truth is no one wants anything to do with you. You've already over thought it all, and now you're all alone starring at the wall. I bet you realize now that the pain you feel you caused yourself. Within in all, comes the suffering of withdraw. All the pills that you've swallowed won't save your sorrow.


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Stress and Pain

One big happy said fairytale
Take the pain and no gain
Take the slights and not retribution
Take it all in without an out.

Exploding from the inside out
In silence, crying, hurting, writhing in pain and misery
Never knowing what it’s like to be just okay
Never knowing what it’s like to have love unconditional

Hated and revered 
Don’t show them the pain 
They don’t understand,
You are the one that is in wrong. 

Take it all 
Deal with it
Live with it
It’s your fault he’s like this

You carried him
You made him the way he is. 
Deal with the pain and suffering
Deal with the stress and the dirty looks

It’s always your fault 
No one else’s 
You should know that by now. 
Take you punishment and like it

God’s listening but this is his plan
Pain and suffering for those that screw up
No love for those that dare to be of a different mold. 
No salvation for the wicked souls of men

Shut it up 
Swallow it down
No one cares
No one’s around

No tears will make a difference
No whining will help the cause
No yelling will change people’s minds
No matter what you do you won’t be accepted


So….why try? 
Be yourself no one else
If they don’t like to hell with them
To hell with you and your self loathing


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No ones to blame, that your soul is put to shame

I don't understand, how i'm blame to be the biggest sin the world can see. you're little tall tails, you try and make the people believe are all hopeless, just like the heart inside of you beats. i'm breathing like i always do, i'm not gonna miss a single breath over you. when you're the one, that's suppose to be here for me, even when death captures the life of me. sadly, you're mistaken, for the life you've overtaken. the life of a drugged out temptresses is not a life to lead, thats why you aren't my example of the future to me. i don't want to be the one that is always the one to plead, for money, for sex, for looks, oh you're something i've learned to not be from those certain books. you weren't there for me to write, when you were suppose to be, the introduction author about the life of me. the life of me, how interesting can that be? well, i must say, you helped me be able to write about a girl who has been terribly betrayed. where's my mother, the one whose suppose to be like none other? you gave me no one, but myself to look up too.


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Lost and Found

You listened, you shared and you guided me.
You told me of what times would come to be.

I had to weather it, there was no shelter for me.
You held my eyes open so I could see.

And you were always there, no matter the wrong.
But the day came quick that you were gone.

You left the same way that we all must go.
A place uncertain that no one can fully know.

I imagine you in a shimmering place.
I still see the last smile upon your lovely face.

Sometimes I can't hold the tears back in the night.
But I've tried real hard to heal myself right.

I won't do the injustice to remember with dispair.
Instead I will let linger the warm feeling of your care.

I often gaze at a white swirling cloud.
I tell myself true, I must make you proud.

And so in your story I will not let erase.
I feel glimpses of your presence, there is a small trace.

There are so many things in this life that I fear.
And GOD knows I miss you my grandmother dear.

Yet together in a way our hearts remain bound.
For the gift you have left me I finally found.

***in memory of Leola Richardson  1925-2008 *****


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Melon Queen, dedicated to Heather

A year ago, wow that did go fast
One of my dreams, did come true at last.
Up on that stage, it wasn't a game
Did I hear right, they just called my name?

Our Melon queen, her name was Heather
Now come parades, wtih all the weather.
Some would be cold, and some would be hot
No matter what, I would speak a lot.

The tears of joy, they ran down my face
It happened quick, I felt my heart race.
I looked at mom, then glanced at my dad
So filled with pride, the grins they both had.

Dad cleaned the float, and he packed the car
Knowing we had, to drive pretty far.
Rushing around, I'd hear my mom say
"Heather come on, we've got a long way".

Waking early, and pulling the float
I can't forget, my blanket and coat.
The wind and rain, could last quite a while
I'd always wave, and give them a smile.

The teas we had, the friends that I made
This whole past year, I would never trade.
Always helping, were my mom and dad
Giving it up, I feel quite sad.


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' Clearly Grace ... ' 42nd Senryu


  Yeah, Can’t Wait To Taste
But, Before We Feed Our Face …
     Get A Glass Of Grace


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Dear Lord Please Cleanse My Mind

Im alone now... the family's 
gone to bed.
sinful thoughts have 
entered my head

I don't know which
 direction to turn.
My mind feels like a fire... 
"ready to burn."

"Jesus help me!" is 
my cry and prayer.
I know you listen and 
you care!.

I don't want to think on thoughts
which trap and allure.
But to memorize God's word--
so holy and pure!

God's word is a light unto my feet...
 a lamp unto my path.
By HIS word directing me--
I'll avoid God's wrath!

Thank you Lord for being patient, 
loving and kind.
And thanks for giving me more
 of a Christ-like mind.

Your loving kindness has 
now filled my soul.
And by your word... my mind's 
been made whole! 

By Jim Pemberton
2007


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Jesus Is A True Foundation For Your Marriage

As a child, in church, I was raised.
Taught the Bible 
and the Christian ways.

At an early age, I invited Jesus in.
Learning what was right 
and what was sin.

I looked up to my parents--I really did.
I was so proud of the
way they lived.

They were the world to me--
I was so proud.
Then one day there appeared 
a very dark cloud.

This cloud hovered over my parents, 
whom I loved so dear.
Soon the ugly face of divorce
was soon to appear.

I prayed for them-
I desperately tried.
The many nights I lay 
awake and cried.

How could this happen?
 I often wondered.
To have a wonderful marriage
so utterly plundered.

A sin crept in--and was
allowed to prevail.
Soon this marriage 
began to fail.

Let this be a warning to me and to all.
Playing with sin will cause us to fall.

If your life is heading 
toward a separation,
build your marriage on Jesus--
a true foundation! 

He can Do what no 
other power can do...
And give NEW meaning
 to the words; "I LOVE YOU!"

By Jim Pemberton 
 2008


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My Family

My family loves me.
My parents wore gentle gloves
While they raised me
When I was a baby.
My mother and father
Save me from drowning
Whether in aquatic places
Or in one of my emotional despair traces.
My grandparents care for me,
Even if they rub in the truth
Too frankly and bluntly.
The bad things other say about me
Are not true.
But my family will always
Bring me through sad times.
I am glad my aunts, uncles, and cousins are mine.
My family knows me as a
One of a kind child.
They are what save me.


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Mother Made Me Do It

Mother made me do it
Open books minds hearts and souls
Teach others along the beaten path
Help those who can't help themself's
Erase past and start anew And to alway's
Remember her on Mother's Day






In Loving Memory
        Of
Mom   { 1934-2005 }
      Luv Ya




Happy Mother's Day
To All Moms This
Mother's Day


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Dear Mother

Dear Mother

No words cannot express what you mean to me
No diamonds or pearls can repay all that you have done for me
I am forever grateful for the life you have given me
There is nothing that brings happiness than the sight of your smile
There is nothing more heartbreaking than the sight of you in pain
The nine months you carried me, I appreciate
The difficult circumstances you raised me in, I thank you
Your courage as a woman is one a million
Your work ethic moves anybody in your presence
Your kind heart is the epitome of beauty
You give and never ask anybody for anything in return
Your forgiving even with a wounded heart
Your good intentions to many are priceless
They say materialism doesn't make the man
Well my soul was moulded by the hands of a Queen
My wisdom emulates your know how
My golden heart is a reflection of your spirit
The essence of a real woman is an image of you
Time and time again you never cease to amaze me
No gifts from me to you compares to tomorrow
Finally a man ready to lead my peers
But my first priority is to care of you
Your a friend, a role model and most importantly a beautiful mother
 
Dedicated to My Mum
By H.F.


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April 14

I awoke unto a silence familiar to the past
Where my heart slept late, dreaming of her dimples, of her smile
For only in my dreams did I get to hold her, kiss her, feel her art so vile
Weeping my heart to sleep, bitting yet harder into her cast

My reality woke me by surprise, for time called to be justified as worthy as money
I texted her, a few minutes later her reply
Feeling somewhat far from my love, deep inside I felt the mood of the day upon my back target of the sky
I called twice, leaving not a voicemail, for I yearned to hear her voice as sweet as honey

An hour later, my phone spoke to me, it said she was sad
Speaking then I asked her of her struggle
In a soft, gentle voice she said she had an awful dream in which we parted, again in trouble
A gloomy feeling crept over me, finding its way to my soul I feared would come to be

Conversating about our affection, laughing with joy in our hearts her mother steped into our cheer
A dead tone came to play, she ended the joyous words that we were exchanging
And a few hours later she called, I asked of the outcome, she answered it to be very challenging
For an odd reason my heart grew weak, and brief into fear

I showed up to her home, in search of redemption
Pleaded for an audience, denied to my very presence did not matter
In regards of respect her father asked that I return later, not knowing when I departed a heart shattered
I paused, my heart spoke out in hopes of hers to hear and feel in attention

Finding myself back home I awaited for her call, a call that never came
Dragging my heart on, hoping to hear from her I jumped to a text message, she would leave with me
I arrived at her place to an empty silence, I called no answer, I texted again no message to retrive
Her mother stomped my heart only to give it strength, at her speech I did feel ashamed

I stood strong, I love her with all my heart, and I shall not give up on my heart
It dwells in her, she reigns my vision, my hopes and dreams
I felt her heart desperate to hold me she ran out into my arms and no one to make us part
Her family ran after her, accusing me of being the worst being to live, my heart felt their screams

They disappeared into the distance, and I grew sad
My love ran out to meet me, and I love her so I shall not give up the fight
I will follow her, for her love is what drives me I need her, only she keeps my poetry glad
I'm here love waiting for the next step, I won't leave I promise I will fight


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Are YOU Having An Affair

God Gave Me His Love...  I Wouldn’t Share It!

God gave me his love.  I wouldn’t share it!
The guilt I feel now. 
I can’t hardly bear it!

He gave to me blessings and a peace within.
He gave to me joy and a chance to be his friend!

He asked that I give to others what I received.
His life for others is what he’s achieved!

When God needed me, I tried to run and hide.
I was filled with selfishness and pride!

Though I had accepted him 
and was born again…
I wasn’t interested in 
reaching souls for HIM!

Deep inside me there was a voice
 that began to stir!
Christ helped me to have
  Victory so true and secure!

He helped me with his words of love spoken…
I wanted to be his vessel! Not just a “token.”

His spirit is with me each day that I live!
I want others to know of his power to forgive!

Won’t you share the love that he’s given to you?
Won’t you give back to the one
 who truly LOVES YOU?

His love is everlasting and hard to contain!
You’ll find all that you need 
when you call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton    05/04/12


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Thanksgiving Day

Of all the people in my life that I am thankful to
I know there's not alot but one stands out among the few
If teachers rated people you'd score high among the curve
But since they don't, you never get the credit you deserve
You're known for giving freely, asking nothing in return
Even when no "thank you" comes your way you don't feel spurned
The love you show burns like a light as brilliant as the sun
More reliable than AT&T, It reaches everyone
I'm that sure you are wondering who I am talking about
I'll speak it in a normal voice, Although my heart will shout
The person I want to dedicate this Thanksgiving Day to
Is my Grandmother whom I love so much, and honestly... THANK YOU


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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only God has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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God May Have Played Favorites

                                                         



                            I think God may have played favorites to give us the parents
that we had.  They taught us how to 

                       love and be thoughtful and glad.  They couldn't stress enough to
never hold a grudge with someone for more

                       than a day, you never know what catastrophe could strike and take
that person away.  Another was to show appreciation by

                       actions because talk is somewhat cheap.  It houses insincere
gestures that honor just can't keep.  My mom's

                       eyes were glazed and full of tears, her courage made her fight. 
Cancer took both breasts and hair our prayers

                       kept hope in sight.  She never showed her fear to us and cooked
dinner most every night.  Her love was

                       so strong and powerful she never got the recognition she deserved.
 That's why I dedicate this poem to my mom

                       and thank God for what I've learned.  The last visit at the
hospital my mom took her last breath and died in 

                       my arms.  My whole world started collapsing as I screamed for the
nurse in alarm.  I wanted to bring my mom back 

                       to tell her sorry for the mean things I had once said but the
doctor said her lungs had filled with fluid and

                       had drowned and was now dead.  We were all consumed in sadness my
dad had lost his way.  He stopped eating and

                       got sick and died 3 months later almost to the very day.  This is
the first time I have ever been able to share

                       with anyone what my heart has been trying to say.  The warm feeling
when God embraces me every time I pray.


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Let Go

Let go
Ill crawl on my own. 

Let go
I’ll go down the slide.

Let go
I’ll make friends.

Let go
Ill ride my bike.

Let go
I’ll live my life.

Let go
I’ll do great, you’ll see.

Let go
Ill succeed and make you
Proud.

Just Let Go!


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and 'Ladies'

 
  and 'Ladies' young and old
do you even know
when i go into the grocery store
and how they come all around me
and i
not even paying attention
as they watch me squeeze this and
squeeze that
and they being all that you are
some what more and some few less
and they
take my hand and place it there
and in my hand they squeeze it
they squeeze it harder than they should
but i'm not paying attention 
and as i'm thinking about squeezing
that which needs to be squeezed
in my mind i am squeezing it more
and watching some become flushed
there faces grow dark and pink
so many
and so many my head spins around 
looking down as i feel
all of that juice run free
through my hands
and all of my critical thinking
has left me it's gone. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


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" MOTHER YOU'RE SWEET AND DEAR!!!!'

Mother you're sweet,and dear
You always make yourself very clear
I've rarely seen you shed a tear
You're my hero so here's a cheer
In form of a clap
All those times you healt me in your lap
For those 9 months you carried me
And all the things you do without charging a fee
Mother nobody does the things you do
And I know you'll always love me too.


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his lover

With a ring and a kiss he vowed.
Swore to take no other.

Like 2 rainbows who share 1 cloud.
But soon he had a lover.

I was growing a belly that wouldn’t hide.
She was as slender as a line.

I gave him stress with the life inside.
She gave feelings so divine.

Now I am alone broken hearted and scorn.
I found the strength to ask why?

He promised to stop when the baby was born.
nothing it was just one more lie.

But why would he choose us over her?
She takes away all of his pain.

His everyday life becomes nothing but blur.
She is heroin. She is cocaine.


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to my mother

on this day as you celebrate your birthday,
my best wishes to you mother i dedicate,
greetings filled with all the praise only you deserve,
my dear mother, my dear friend.

from as long as i remember so loving and so kind,
so patient and so tender you make my pains feel mild.
your hands are always present to walk me through the way,
you spell the words i long to hear that always make my day.

"thank you mum"' for all you give,
"thank you mum" for all your time,
"thank you mum" for all your kindness
"thank you mum" for all your love that is endless.

you are to me and you will always be
the loving mother with an open heart,
the caring friend with a lending hand,
you are my one and only latest trend.

from the bottom of my heart i send you my message with love,
only the very best that a mother like you only can claim,
for i have the best in life through you, i thank God
for i am blessed and privileged because you are my mum!

thank you mum, best wishes mum, i love you mum


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Even When I Lost Everything God Chose ME

It was me that my
savior chose...
He’s supplied all my needs—
my food and clothes. 
He was there when I was
laid off from work.
Satan was saying, 
“you’re no good—just a jerk.” 

I admit; “my accomplishments—
I do not boast.”
But I do exalt the Father,
the Son and Holy Ghost. 
If not for God’s love,
I’d be dead, this I know.
This is the reason why
I love him so! 

He’s done so much for me—
it’s hard to express.
The privilege of being God’s son—
I am so blessed! 
I was a clay jar all broken apart,
But the potter put me together
from his heart. 

The glue he used was his
love for me,
That’s why I’m happy
and set free! 
This I know and hope
you’ll understand,
He’ll do the same for you—
just reach out your hand! 


By Jim Pemberton
2005


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WANDERING Eyes

Wandering Eyes... 


Have you been captured by 
the wandering of your eyes? 
Things you once held as true and 
wholesome-- you now despise. 

Have you been “captured” 
by an outward beauty? 
Thereby neglecting your 
God-given duty? 

Has your soul been consumed with 
sin's all-consuming fire? 
With an uncontrollable appetitie 
and an ungodly desire. 

In your heart, is the Holy Spirit 
an uninvited guest? 
No wonder your life is in 
such a huge mess! 

Your head is filled with fantasies 
and temptations of every kind. 
You pretend on the outside. But you've 
lost control of your mind. 

For your failures—you have 
only yourself to blame. 
Now's the time to repent— 
and call on Jesus' name! 

Though your sins be red as scarlet-- 
they can be washed as white as snow. 
Only Jesus can be true peace and 
satisfaction to your troubled soul. 

By Jim Pemberton 
2008 




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The Rest of My Days

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
But before I do, please allow me to pray.

For just as the sky has one brightest star.
I’m forever in love with the person you are.

Your heart is compassion in its truest form.
Your lips are moist, tender and warm.

Your eyes are as deep as deep can go.
The kindest person I ever did know.

Your soul is one that shines so bright.
It gave me the desire to want to live right.

You’re a Grandmother, Mother, Wife and lover.
Who holds a grace and beauty like no other.

When my life was as dark as dark could be.
Your love led me to the Lord, which set me free.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Sweetheart, that feat shall take the rest of my days.


Written for Tracy Decker’s “Inspired by the Masters” Poetry contest. 
Elizabeth Browning’s, “How Do I Love Thee”


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the rain

When the rain comes;
you will wash your heart and soul,
then again you will dance.
you will all dance, if only to the beating of your hearts.
the blood i see, brings the rain from my eyes.
the music of the rain makes you smile,
yet i cry more.
When the rain comes;
i will also sing, sing for the young that have died.
i will speak to the cries of sorrow, and try to calm them.
you will hear no sounds, but still you will dance.
When the rain comes;
i will drink from the clouds, and swallow the thunder.
the lighting will dry the tears of sadness,
as you pray for the sun.
the gleem of mother's eyes will shine again.
When the rain comes;
i will fight while you dance, you will sing as i die.
when they lay me down, don't cry for me.
i'am of mother earth, i came from her,
now i will return to her.
When the rain comes;
the son of the father, shall lay his hands,
upon the youngs hearts, then will the journey begin.
the mother's and father's shattered love,
and scattered hearts, shall be found.
When the rain comes;
the walls painted in blood, shall be washed.
the light of mother earth, shall guide them home.
when all has been redeemed, the gates will open.
they shall be greeted, and led to their place of rest.
they are home, home in the kingdom, a place called heaven!


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song

Shush baby 
Don’t you cry
That’s a generic lullaby

I wanna do something more
I wanna help you spread your wings and soar

C: So shush baby
Don’t you cry
I’ll find you a lullaby
Shush baby
Go back to sleep
At least pretend to count sheep

I love you
And we’ll make it through
Don’t you test me baby it’s true

I know he’s not here
Because he’s queer
But we’ll get through somehow

You don’t need a dad and I don’t need a man
To survive

-C-

At the end of the day
He wouldn’t care anyway
You need to accept the fact
That he’s never coming back

I’ll make the money
I’ll be your one true dad

You don’t need him to hug you when you’re sad
I can do it all

-C- (x2)


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Are Things In Your Life Out Of Place

Are Things In Life "Out Of Place?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton 08/03/09


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Womb

It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.
Your death has brought about tears, despair and gloom.
Usually pregnancies last nine months but you had a longer wait.
You carried me for ten months, I was a month late.
From the day I was born until the day you died, we shared a special bond.
You were always there for me and I'm still unhappy because you're gone.
You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did, what a horrible fate.
The doctors did all they could but you went to the hospital too late.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and I lost you too soon.
It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who gave birth to me 43 years ago today.]


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"MOTHER I'M THINKING OF YOU!!!"

Mother I'm thinking of you
And all the things you do
From your heart you're so sincere,and true
With encouraging words to see us through
I love you more than you ever knew
Over the years my love has really grew
Thanks for being there when things seem rough
And I felt like I had enough
For wiping my runny nose
Yes for that you deserve a special rose
You taught me to be respectful
Honest,caring,friendly,and not regretful
For changing my diapers,keeping me smelling fresh,and clean
Each time we talk you understands,and knows exactly what I mean
When it come to my mother there's so much I want to say
And not just on a holiday
To me you have really been great
You taught me to love,and to never hate
To always be on time,and not be late
And it would be my fault what ever future I create
My mother taught me to forgive
So a long life I may live
I'm glad to know your love is no pretend
And I'm very grateful that it will never end
Sent me to school to get a good education
Comforts me through frustration.


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Undefined

Starting from scratch has never felt so Good
I’ve been from the Burbs and now my life’s the Hood
Blessed needless to say- this journey has been one for the Record
I’ve been pushed/ pulled/ torn but not Broken
Im taking lifes trials and tribulations as a Golden Token
I’ll allow the things I go through in life to make me Better
If that means I have to go through the storm to get to pleasant Weather
I’ve learned to let go which is the hardest thing I’ve had to Do
But I owe my life to God,  not the family or even to You
I am a woman with newly discovered Worth
This journey I’ve taken has been filled with so much Hope
The light of Life is now burning so Bright
Took a lifetime of trials for me to get it Right
Now I have God on my side and my Strength is Greater


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" MY MOTHER!!!"

My mother  
Is extremely special to me
My mother
Is always here for me no matter what
My mother
Is one of a kind
My mother
Is very beautiful,smart,and intelligent
My mother
Will never let me down
My mother
I love,trust,and adore
My mother
Is respectful,and she's taught me to be the same
My mother 
Is forgiving,and devoted
My mother
I'm glad because of who you are
My mother
I know in my heart your love is real
My mother
Is precious,and dear
My mother
Is loyal,caring.and dependable
My mother
Is a awesome cook
My mother
Is a very wonderful lady
My mother
Tells me right from wrong
My mother
Is faithful,and trustworthy
My mother
Is a very hard worker
My mother
Always have encouraging words to say
My mother
Doesn't do drugs,or drink alcohol
My mother
Loves to go to church
My mother
Is a nice,and friendly person.


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Carol Brown

Crowned the queen of creativity: she is
Always adding aroma to art with alacrity,
Rhyming rhapsodies…and raising red roses.
Oh oasis of outstanding opera! you are
Leading a lively, lovely, lady-like life.

Brown… bold, bright and beautiful! She is my
Red-hot favorite: a rare gem in my roll of honor; always
Opening our minds to overwhelming oration.
Wisdom wanders in her wealthy wells... she
Never niggles at the novice in her noble nursery.


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Day After You ve Gone

When I awoke this morning the sun
was shinning so bright, I couldn’t believe
it for it should have be dark and gloomy…

Birds’ singing on high, singing in the
spring, this is not right for it should
be quiet and bleak…

I went to sit in that big old chair
cradling my head trying to understand
why you are dead…

Didn’t get the chance to tell you good-bye
or hold you in my arms for the last time…

As I set here I feel like we were cheated,
cheated to chance of that last hug, kiss and
to say, be seeing you someday…

The days will seem so empty without you
by my side and thank God for the memories
for if not I am sure I would die…

Keep hearing you in my head, I think
you are saying live in the warmth, sing
with the birds for they are telling you
how much you are loved…

Just know that when you hear my
whisper in your head that God has allowed
me to so  you are not to despair…

God has his arms around me guiding me
along until the day we are together again
and  I wish you happiness until that short
fleeting time is gone and you are by my side…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012


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Away In The Manger

out in the pasture sits a church
homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt

given to Mother so it stops her hurt
decorated each Christmas for what's its worth

as Mother lays down the cotton skirt
out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt

next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt
holding their swords that really can hurt

strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt
frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks

Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts
for all her effort and time even when she hurts

as mother kneels in front of her church
she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth

comes in from the cold and winters bursts
gathers the children as they all look at her work

and tells us the story of a Christmas birth
as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt

of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth
as we wiped our tears with our night shirts

I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst
and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt




Tribute To Nativity Scenes


Merry Xmas All      
Love Kathy And Jenny


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Papa Says Yes Mama Says No

Papa says yes
Mama says no

Off to a dance
I want to go

Flowers in my hair
Mama says Girl don't you dare

Horn's just a blaring
Papa not even caring

Begging dear mama
Please Please can I go hah hah

If your papa says yes
Then I must confess

Your mama says no
But This time I'll let you go

Be home by eleven
My little princess from Heaven

For if you come in late
Your papa is going to kill that date


         To My
         Jenny




Tribute To 
Teenage Dating


Remember Kiddies
Were always watching LOL


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Poetry is life

They want me to do something better.
But life is too short to be a regretter.

Whether I make them proud or not.
I know writing is all I got.

I can't be a doctor or lawyer.
Or even a actor,I'll be a destroyer.

Why won't they understand?
Just please,somebody hold my hand.

Writing is what makes me,me.
Why can't they just see?

I feel like it was meant to be.
This is what means the most to me.


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O Calliope

Will you help me find the words Oh Calliope I need a muse, something to inspire Oh Calliope Find the words to enchant Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope You're all really need Oh Calliope The words I write Tainted by your touch Oh Calliope You are not to know What will become of thee Oh Calliope You are my heart You are my soul You’re all I used to be So whisper to me Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire, So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope I could always need you Something I can always use so go on enchant me oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me enchanting me oh Calliope


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Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


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My Soup mothers

Oh mothers! Mothers! Mothers of the soup!
I crave thy sacred saucer and super spoon,
Thou make aroma flows from art in this pot of soup
which makes our belly boom as you call and croon.

Oh mighty mother! Sharon Weimer!
Thou woo wealthy words, and wisdom wields;
Thy sights and sounds are as hot as summer,
Thou taught me not to yawn nor yearn but raise my yields

Oh model mother, Carol Brown!
Thy rhymes and rhapsodies are rich and real;
Thou art a queen with a comely, colorful crown,
I am addicted to munching thy melodious meal.

Oh musical mother! Sue Mason!
I am proud of thy pleasant, passionate pages;
Thou build with pen and pad… a modern mason,
No wonder your scripts are sacred: signed by saintly sages 

Oh mothers with beauty, brains and brawns
I am proud of your vibes, virtues and voices;
I love thy poetic prowess and… pink prawns,
Oh my soup mothers! You do not nurse needless noises


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Forever-Part 3

We get off the plane and smell the lovely air. Hawaii. One of the most beautiful places. I look at you and smile. "This place is beautiful," I say, spinning around. "Yes, it is," you say and pull me close. "I love you," I say. I love you too," you say and kiss me. Hand in hand we walk into the setting sun.

The sun's poking through the shades in our room. "Good morning beautiful," you say when I open my eyes. "Good morning," I say and smile. "I've got a surprise for you," you say and smile. I look at you questionably. "Just get dressed and I'll show you." "Okay."

You take my hand and lead me down to the beach. "I heard you've always wanted to do this," you say and smile. You point to two goals. My face lights up. "Sand soccer," I say happily and look at you. You kiss me and smile, "I figured you'd like it." We walk down to the two goals and we'r e put on a team. We play for hours and hours.

When the game is over, we sit on the sand by the shore. "That was fun," I say and look at you. "Yeah, it was," you say and lean in and kiss me. "I love you," I say as you warp your arms around me. "I love you too," you say and smile. We watch the sun set on the beautiful sea before we head back to our room.

The next day we surf. We surf for hours. "This is great baby," you say as we sit on our boards. "Yeah," I say and smle, "you must really like doing this," I say and brush a srand of hair from your face. "Yes," you say and you lean in and kiss me.


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Forever-Part 4

We get off the plane, back in LA. We drop our stuff off at home and go out for the day.

 

You wait outside the bathroom door. "Baby," I say. You stop breathing. "What is it?" I slowly open the door. "Yes." I say and smile. "Yes!" you scream and pick me up. You spin me around and kiss me.

9 months later I step out of the car. 3 of us this time. Isavella. Our first daughter. "She looks just likeher mom," you say and smile. "With her daddy's eyes," I say and look at you. "I love you," you say. "I love you too," I say and gently kiss me.

 

We're older now we've made it a long way. We sit on the deck and watch the sun set. "All or nothing," I say and hold your hand. "All or nothing," you say and lead me down to the sand. "30 years is a long time," you say to me and pull me close. " So is forever," I say. You hit play and Amazed comes on. "We'll make it that far, I swer," you say as we start to dance. We look at Isabella playing in the sand. "I know baby," I say and smile.
 

We'll last forever. Nothing will break us. We'll always be together.



Together forever.


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Whispered Comfort

Tender loving strokes through my hair
so reassuring
so comforting
like the voice that coos in my ear
so loving
so gentle
the whisper of a mother's comfort
so strong
so warm
gently soothing away the anxiety
her voice comforts and hides the tears
that gently roll down her cheeks
as she trys to sooth her own ache
with those of the child she cradles
and how comforting, warm and safe is that whisper
as it lifts me off to peaceful dreams
where only fitful sleep had dwelled
so dark
so painful
but like the whisper of a familiar voice
so loved
so tender
it has the power to calm all fears.


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Cloud-Cover

Cloud-Cover… On A Sunny Day
Got Me On This Hill… Looking-Up and Dreaming
Cloud-Cover… I Just Want To Lay
And Watch The Sunrays Gently Beaming…
… thru The Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Like A Gentle Lover
A Sweetheart, That’s Somewhere Far Away
Who, Sends A Message… To This Hillside Clover…
… and Me… Wishing Both, Could Stay…
… just Like Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Oh, Let Our Lives, Be Like Close-Cloud-Cover
Gently Rolling By, Slowly, On The Breeze
Rise Up With Love, For One Another
And Ride The Wind.. ‘til We Are Free…
… Discover, Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Was A Sunny Day
… but I Hear Distant Thunder… On A Hill…
Cloud-Cover… I Have To Pray…
I’m Running Thru The Rain… ‘Cause I Feel A Chill…
… Don’t Let It Be My Cloud-Cover!... Not My Cloud-Cover!
…Nor My Son, Daughter, Mother, Father… Or My Brother…

Cloud Cover… Please… Cloud Cover…

   In Memory of Those Taken From Us...


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Are You Going Through A Layoff

Going Through A Layoff???

Are you one who watches 
the nightly news?
And hear of the many jobs
 people will lose?

Does this news bring to your life 
much uncertainty?
Knowing that very soon… 
This could be a reality?

Are you one who’s filled with fear 
and apprehension?
Feeling the burden of stress 
and a lot of tension?

Perhaps you feel very discouraged 
and “distraught.”
Here’s a ”lesson” that needs
 to be taught!

Don’t allow yourself to worry about
 “how things are going.”
There’s a God in heaven that you 
need to be knowing!

He knows all about your layoff 
and every situation!
The love and peace he gives needs
 no explanation!

Everything that you need...  
Jesus does provide!
Worry?  Or Trust HIM?  
That’s for you to decide!

By Jim Pemberton


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We Will Remember Them

Dying for Freedom
American and British soldiers
Will be remembered

 

" Dedicated to the losses our countries are taking to fight for our freedom "
                                 Haiku or Senryu matters not


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php


Details | Rhyme | |

Those Who Have Wronged Us


Those Who Have Wronged Us… I had a loved one whom I thought loved me. I couldn’t understand how she would treat me! I thought she was a Christian. She said she was. She told me; “I don’t like you just because!” As the years went by, just the way she lived. I wanted nothing to do with her! Much less forgive! The things she did were hurtful and caused pain. I didn’t even want to mention her name! Years later, I felt the lord tugging at my heart! God wanted a healing… And a fresh start I wanted an apology… It never took place. I felt the Lord asking me for more of his grace. You see, after all these years, with no words spoken. I heard of some news, and my heart was broken. I found out this person was soon at death’s door. When I found out… I fell to the floor! I cried “Father in heaven will you please forgive me? I didn’t love her, in spite of how she would treat me!” The opportunity I had was a chance for forgiving. Now she hasn’t much longer that she’ll be living! May this be a warning and a “wake up” reminder! To those who wronged us, we need to be kinder! Christ’ love needs to break the “barriers” down. So forgiveness in our lives will certainly be found! By Jim Pemberton


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Songs My Mother Sang

'Twas early on I remember
hearing the voice so tender
     sweetly interlaced
          with loving splendor
Later on I noticed
how the words fell from her lips
     her mouth, round and soft
          smiling gently at the tips
The melodies she sang to me
in altos soft and low
     though words are lost and gone,
          the melodies I know...
Yet it wasn't till a dark repose
I knew how sweet her voice had rang
     for it called me back
          from death's dark grasp...
                 the songs my mother sang.


Details | Sonnet | |

Collections

I’ll add you to my safe keeps.
And put you with my collections.
I’ll sit back with my own reflections.
After, I’ve taken hundreds of peeps.
 
I’ll put you under my pillow where I sleep.
And then there will be no exceptions.
It’s where delusion versus deceptions.
You and I will never weep.
 
Until your heart is free to run,
I’ll be collecting ashes and dust.
I’ll never be done!
And I’ll never rust.
 
My collections of restorations appeal.
Piece by piece many of you will heal.
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Free verse | |

The Cultivated Mind (Home Grown)

Father and Mother 
With golden determination 
Focused to open my thoughts 
in several ways of revelation -- 
My manner is... Homegrown 
The once green mind still looks back; 
at all that has been revealed to its now browned shell… 
and with that same determination of gold 
I pass down the revelations of old 
to my children, as I have been told 
The mind should always be 
Cultivated to the best of ones abilities.... 
Its focus should start within the home 
That is why I feel blessed 
When I tell you my children 
Most assuredly -- I am Home Grown.


Author’s Comments: 
As a farmer tills the earth and toils to harvest that which he has sown and the wife 
prepares the table before him, produced from within the bounty reaped thereof... 
 Thus, we should take the time to cultivate the minds of our children, to also 
acknowledge their surroundings and the people there in. 
To stay focused on the blessings at hand, that they not live stagnant lives but to be 
productively responsible for the gifts which they each so uniquely possess. 
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother

Who would you give your love to?

Your respect, life and honor to?

Who was the one that gave birth to you?

The mother that loves you now,

And always will do!

 

She carried you inside her for so long,

For you, she always remained strong,

She was the first to hold you when you were born,

Promising to love and protect you forever,

Promising to always remain the best mother!

 

All those nights she never slept,

Outside your bedroom door she crept,

Always stayed by your side and never left,

All due to the love she felt!

 

Writing down your first word,

Holding you in her arms when you cried,

Singing you a mockingbird,

Everything for you she tried!

 

Remember all those times you fell off your bike?

Broke a leg or got into a fight?

She would always be there to protect you,

Be by your side.

A mother who would always wipe away your tears,

Always reassure you,

Telling you there was nothing to fear!

 

Remember the first day at school?

All those kids being so cruel?

She would always be there,

She was the one who cared!

 

But, as you grow older and older,

Never forget that warm loving shoulder,

No matter what you do,

A mother will always support you,

A mother will always put you first,

Listen to your every quench and outburst!


Details | ABC | |

Little Willow-Ode to an MS Patient

Little Willow dancing free
in fields of flowers like a sea,
Indian Paintbrush, yellow and red,
Bluebonnets wave their cobalt heads.

Graceful as a ballet dancer,
little Willow's found the answer,
long ago her soul escaped
from her body's twisted shape.

Arms and legs drawn up and stiff,
drooling through her slackened lips,
corpse-like in her sterile bed,
sightless eyes roll in her head.

Beside her bed, always there,
her mother knows she's unaware,
thirteen years of endless rue,
with this child she never knew.

Her mother lives an endless Hell,
caring for an empty shell,
while Willow's in her field of dreams,
her mother swallows silent screams.


©Danielle White


Details | Lyric | |

Heavenly Peace

Mother said she was getting weary,
And wanted to be at rest.
But God saw her work unfinished,
And kept her 'til He thought it best.
Now her work has been done,
A race well run,
The troubles of the world will cease.
She deserves the best, of eternal rest,
Sleep on in Heavenly Peace


Details | Rhyme | |

TEACH

Read to your child so their minds
can grow.Turn off the Tv's and the
radio's ; and put a pencil in their
little hand . Teach them to write
their name. Games of learning 
can be fun.
A child 's  brain is like a sponge.
soaking up the many sessions of
lessons.
Sing the song of ABC'S A through
Z. Don't forget to smile and say cheese!
Give your child verbal praise for a job
well done.
Take some time to play and have
some fun in the sun........
Teaching is a reaching expanding 
the mind. There's no time to whine.
Learning is a tool that everybody
can use.


Details | Rhyme | |

That Special Day

As I dress my self for the special day.
I whisper a prayer to help me along the way.

Looking in the mirror at my mothers beautiful dress.
She lovingly sewed together, so I could look my best.

My beloved is a mystery just for that special hour.
I smile to myself as I gather my bouquet of flowers.

The music plays, as I walk down the aisle with my father.
He winks at me, after giving me away to another.

Family gathers tissues and a hush covers the place.
As we exchange vows, he gathers me up into a loving embrace.

I barely heard the words "you may kiss your bride".
My husband raised my veil, kissed me tenderly as I cried.

We are now as one, united in holy matrimony, thus begins our path.
Together we will take on each day, enjoying each other as if was our last.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Grandma & Me

My Grandma helps around the house
when she is able
she really is a cool lady
even tho' she puts her teeth on the table
I really, really like it
when she sees cartoons with me on cable!