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Belongings

Shadowed in the silent room, the day is almost done
Dusk climbs in through the window glass, with one last ray of sun
I start the task, climb on a chair, reach up to shelves so high
to mother's boxes neatly stacked, as the dust gets in my eyes

I take one down, to look inside and sit upon a chair
I find some musty linens, laces needing some repair
I also find old photographs, the year was '42
Her face was smooth as porcelian, with life still young and new

Old documents and letters, a history unveiled
Her letters, torn and yellowed, such stories they would tell
The next box held some china, so lovingly embellished
And then I found a book of verse, inscribed with poems she relished

Some dresses stained and wrinkled, their fabric thin and tattered
Were once a thing of beauty, as if they really mattered
Her jewelry, gold and silver, some lovely rings and brooches
A warm sensation circles me, her presence now approaches

I sense a change come over me, and fleeting leave of gloom
The darkness of the evening lifts, as sunlight fills the room
She wraps her warmth around me, her fragrance in the air
The grief I've held is free to go, I know that she is there

Among these things, I find the last, the smallest box of all
Inside it are the baby clothes, I wore when I was small
A letter there to tell me that she knows the tears I've cried
Her words of love that never died, they fill me up inside

These treasures speak her words to me, and now that I am grown
She wants to tell her story, those parts I've never known
I've heard her voice, while sitting here, among her china flowers
I"ve found such peace, she's next to me, to spend these quiet hours


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Wayward Child

Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft.

Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left:
beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide;
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now alone, bereft.
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside.

Beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide,
we conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief.

We conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
In cold or torrid waves, spent passion now abides,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief,
ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide.




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Suicide Mind

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


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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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Lost

Horrid, horrid thought;
Tiny Mother reaching forth,
Reaching always to enfold,
And in enfolding just to hold.

Crying from want…and need;
Crying from loss and deed.
What to do? What to do?
I am me, and I am you?

Looking for a glint of power.
Searching, searching, hour by hour;
Love…caring…heedless heart;
No Mother were you from the start.

Crying from want…and need;
Crying from loss and deed.
What to do? What to do?
I am me and I am you?

Broken waif, soul chafed;
Battered daughter, mother’s pride;
All that’s beautiful she must hide.
All that’s soft, all that’s warm, half formed.

Crying from want…and need;
Crying from loss and undone deed.
What can I do? What can YOU do?
I am me, and you are you?

Crushed like flower pedals in a fist,
Flung haphazardly in the mist.
Nasty, sour, bitter lost;
She was forced. We are forced.

Is all lost?


Date 10/12/2008


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They'd

They’d …

They’d cuffed me when in error
They’d hold me when I’d be ill
They’d calm me when in terror
They’d wave to make me still …

They’d smooth my hair back on my head
Before the camera’s eye
They’d touch me when I went to bed
They’d sooth me when I’d cry

They’d wash a million dishes
They’d fold a ton of clothes
They’d help me with my wishes
They’d warm my freezing nose

They’d point at things for me to do
They’d help me with my plans
And that is why I miss so much
My Loving Mothers' … hands.


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Christmas, Minus One

We said our goodbyes in June,
and the months since blur into mist.
At unexpected moments, awareness
of loss hits; tears spill unbidden.

Family gathering, Christmas Eve 
as usual . . . minus one.
We quietly exchanged gifts, 
found flowers from her funeral 
crafted into hand-made jewelry, 
kaleidoscopes, treasured mementoes.

I cooked grapes today, dark muscadines.
I extracted seeds and peelings, 
and measured life-sustaining juice 
through the metal funnel she used 
from the day of her marriage.
It came to me dented and bent, 
like her body had been at 93.

I still taste those fresh-from-the-oven 
chocolate rolls after school, 
garden tomatoes warmed by the sun, 
hot biscuits with apple jelly, 
squeezed from the peelings after 
she baked crisp slices in cinnamon-rich pie.

I'm glad I didn't know then,
about being allergic to Cinnamon.


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A Mother's Heart

A Mother's Heart

She brought this babe
Into this world with such care,
A life full of hope and dreams
Nothing will happen to him...nothing would dare.
She sends him to school
And days filled with little league,
Never a thought he would
One day leave dressed in fatigues.
That day came too soon
A day covered in clouds,
Kissing him goodbye 
Knowing he would make her proud.
Her son fought for his beliefs
For the red, white, and blue,
For independence and justice
Freedom for his mother and for you.
There is nothing more wrenching
Then that of a mothers cry,
For the loss of her child
And the call saying her son has died.
You see I can not understand
I can not say its okay,
All I can do now 
Is kneel down and pray.
"Dear God
I know you have taken him
And made him strong once more,
But I miss him so terribly
All the way to my core.
There is no way to describe
This pain which fills my soul,
Could you not take me too
Release me from this black hole."
Her son fought for his beliefs
For the red, white, and blue,
For independence and justice
Freedom for his mother and for you.
Can you even for a moment
Imagine the ripping apart,
The pain and agony of
A mother's heart.
2004
Edie Hendrikse


Details | Free verse | |

Immortalized

In an effort to immortalize you,
I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf
and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils.
I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings
still quite attached to tame bumble bees
hovering in obedience and formation in the sky
I built a piano from felled red wood trees
and carved your likeness on each key
which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish
I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest
and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots
and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea.
I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back
'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments
flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life.
I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind
while I wept and flooded each street with the depth
of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet.
I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes
her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age,
and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab.

You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes.
You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens.

You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.


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A Brief Childhood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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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Adult Child of an Alcoholic

Your face and rotting teeth and heavy jowls
         and sunken breasts with bulging waist and
         wooden legs
         betray
Your image of laughter, lovemaking, seeking
         bourbon tweaked philosophies
         of life begins
         at  forty.
The hands that tremble as you tilt
         the glass that begins another
         day of
Tirade thoughts, empty lies, money spent on
         lipstick coated leeches who prey on
         your diminishing
         breath.

Through these wintry days pass faces long past
         into what was then
              while with the coming spring ...
                       at last!  at last!
One can remember
         and want no more 
              what could never be:
                      a Mother.


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Missing Mom

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



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The Bell My Mother Rang

The 18th of December was her last day;
she neither knew the date nor cared to.
Gathered at the hospital, keeping vigil,
we couldn't overcome her fright, or ours.
The pain, too great to be driven away,
was only "managed" with IV drips,
needles stuck in bruised appendages --
bony things -- arms and legs, hands and feet.
Above the medicines and washes, we sniffed
her scent, which, more than her yet familiar
face, to us identified our mother --
a smell we never would mistake
for any other. It went quickly
as her body cooled. The rouged and pickled
carcass they displayed was more a statue
than a person. We planned to bury her
with homely tokens, like an ancient mummy:
a family photo, a brooch she liked,
a pink hairbrush, and the brass bell she rang
to call her keeper during her last years.
But, when the time came, I could not bear
to see her leave so finally;
I took the bell from her metal box.
And, now, I ring it -- not to bring a keeper,
but to recall my mother on her birthday,
and on many dark days when I need her.


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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.


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Gratitude

The pool grows green through the leaf cover.
Large pears hang upon ancient tree.
Mocking Bird sings chanting to his lover;
As the dew sparkles, like water in the sea.

Crepe Myrtle has turned red how time has passed.
Moma admired some trees said they were pretty.
Daddy dug up  a few runners, oh! memories from past.
In most things, think of daddy how witty__

Daddy brought (them) here to brighten moma's life
To give her something pretty to enjoy.
Today I enjoy them, this is reallife.
Now as I look at them they are my buoy

Clouds are coming in hiding the sun rays
But their light and life brightens my days_

For Nancy's contest;

Contest name: Gratitude


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Stronger Than She Thinks.....

She is a loving mother, 
 her pain is like no other.
Kids taken all at once away.
 A price too steep to have to pay.

Holds her head up high, 
 when all she wants to do is die.
She thinks her pain is masked, 
 but as you see, its no easy task.

She's strong and still fights, 
 even when they say she has no rights.
She dreams of seeing her kids, 
 trying hard to keep the pain hid.

She goes to court and really fights, 
 only to come home alone and cry at night.
Still, she continues this uphill battle.
 Her confidence, they constantly rattle.

Goes to work and tries to smile, 
 as her heart is breaking all the while.
Wish I was a much better sister, 
 who called and let her know I missed her.

I had my own tumultuous issues, 
 it was she who really needed the tissues.
I just had a crappy, low life man.
 By her side her family should stand.

Instead they all give her grief.
 Do they not see her pain will never be brief?
No, they all say they are sorry, but they're full of lies.
 Didn't they know it was her LIFE in demise?

A better sister, I'll try to be.
 Her back she never turned to me.
I hope she knows she's loved and cared for.
 Her smile I'd like to see more.

I know that's no easy task.
 But that I will still ask.
As they push her to the brink,
 She's stronger than she ever thinks.




A combined effort for Kristy.....


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Waiting

Mountains crumble no more to be 
Oceans of woe since you left me 
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks 
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes 
Everlasting grief with no mend  
Reminds me daily, it will not bend

Inconceivable, this pain I bear

My love's not gone, together we'll share 
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet 
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet 
Salvation unites on heaven's shore

Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more 
Only a moment in time we wait 
Until we meet at heaven's gate


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Nightmare of a Beautiful Dream

I dreamt my mother mourned a broken doll,
porcelain, sad brown eyes, and five feet tall.

Entombed it in the finest place she could,
a cottage encircled by sunlit wood.

She danced a silent waltz with it, keening,
encouraging life in the wretched thing.

And it mended as she was worn away.
She did not hear when warned of her decay.

I was left a pristine porcelain doll,
and a broken mother in its enthrall.


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Mausoleum

‘Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust’

(No one is going to bust up MY insides,
sew my eyes and mouth shut,
drain my blood and pump me full of fluid
then seal me up in a concrete drawer)

Mama I was so young, so very young
So very young and so very curious
You were sitting in your favorite chair
I was sitting on the arm of your chair
”Mama what did they do to you in the hospital?”
You parted your gown and I saw a flaming scar
Something was missing…

The lady with the bun on her head
came into the classroom with an apple
I was called out into the hall
The lady with the bun on her head
presented me with the apple
I said “Thank you for the apple”
She said, “You’re welcome son”
(Teacher had a grave look on her face,
shaking her head slightly and muttering)
The lady with the bun on her head said
“I need you to come with me son”
and escorted me outside
where our car was waiting;
grandma and grandpa in the front,
daddy in the back with my two brothers.
Daddy said with a wavering voice,
“Boys, your mother has gone to be with the Lord”
We rode home in silence…

They even had a dresser with a mirror
with plush carpet, end tables and lamps
in the room we were escorted to 
They had you laid out in a bed
with the covers folded neatly down
but it was not really you…
Someone had made a copy of you
A life sized, porcelain doll image of you
Grandpa went over and reached down 
“Look, she has her favorite earrings on
Doesn’t she look beautiful?”
(Mama, I didn't think you looked beautiful at all)

I remember asking daddy, "Daddy, how come,
how come they gonna put mama in that drawer?”

Mama I was so young, so very young
I was at the ideal age of six mama
Old enough to comprehend
but too young to understand
Old enough to hurt like hell
but too young to know why

I guess I miss you even now mama
Mama, I guess what I miss the most
is just growing up without you
and that you never said goodbye…

Oh mama... 
don’t let them bust up my insides,
sew my eyes and mouth shut,
drain my blood and pump me full of fluid,
then seal me up in a concrete drawer
like they did you…

'Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust'
(Cremation if you please)




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Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods


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The Waiting

The sky is a rose this evening.
The country is still and hush.
And a lady in love lies against the glass,
Her cheeks are filled with blush.
The road she watches never changes.
The grass there hardly grows.
For when one waits, as does she...
Time increasingly slows.
Poor girl... poor lady... poor mother.
I'm leaning against her door.
But while she waits for what is gone,
She is seeing her child no more.
The woman I'm watching is changing.
And with aging, has grayed at last.
For when one waits, as do I...
Time is incredibly...   fast.


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A faded leather notebook

A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read
  Was never far away from where he slept
The book that she had written since her love was but a seed
  A book so full of her he always wept
She never let him read it and he teased her every day
But now he held her poems as he missed her every way

Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams
  Each verse is filled with him in every line
His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams
  Each day another step on his decline
She was the only reason that he woke up every day
The woman that he loves and now he misses every way

He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet
  But never could he read beyond the first
For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet
  With every word he thought his heart had burst
She had written in the notebook at the end of every day
And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way

And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands
  He'll never read the verses of her heart
But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands
  His father never had the strength to start
He will treasure all the poems that were written every day
They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way


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Missing You, Mom

You stare at me with vapid eyes,
That once were bright and clear.
You don't recognize me now,
My voice you barely hear.

This empty shell that's lying here,
Isn't the mother that I knew,
And it's tearing me apart inside.
Why did this happen to you?

You're the one who gave me life,
You taught and raised me well.
I couldn't ask for a better Mom,
And seeing you like this is hell!

We used to talk and laugh together,
Going shopping was a treat.
You loved to smile and give out hugs,
To every friend we'd meet.

But now you barely speak a word,
You look but you don't see,
And when I try and hug you,
You shrug away from me.

It's torture watching you fade away,
Knowing there's nothing I can do.
Do you even understand what I'm saying,
When I tell you "I love you" ?

How horrid and cruel this disease is,
Destroying every cell in your brain,
Stealing all of your memories,
And causing so much sorrow and pain.

I keep hoping one morning I'll waken,
And find its all been a bad dream,
But reality steps in and betrays me,
Making me want to scream!

My precious Mother, I miss you.
I miss your tender kiss on my brow.
I miss your sweet words of wisdom.
How I wish you had some for me now.

7/25/12
Kim Merryman
For PD's Second Chance contest

(this is a work of fiction)


Details | I do not know? | |

To my granny

So, granny, they tell me you died yesterday
i wish i could have known you better,
i wish i knew the stories you had,
of love and loss, of joy and sorrow,
I could sit for hours, listening, and learning
A sweet old lady, with a long history, how beautiful is that?

I was busy, struggling, with my own story.
Wow, i do have regret, a loss,
i guess, i should have reached out to you,
been your student, 
what did you have to teach?

I hear you were angry,
9 children, dozens of grandchildren and theirs
no one visited you, showed you love, 
not even me.

So, you are in the afterlife now,
released, and let go of the tired body.
Our tears are with you, in our loss,
We all loved you, but were too wounded by life,
to see you, to know you, to be close. 
The love we should have had. 

I painted you, sitting in purgatory,
surrounded by the angels of healing,
I ask the angels to hold you gently as you cry, 
and nurture your wounds from this life 
The colors of regret and anger,
dissolving, 
into acceptance and love.

we all need you to heal quickly
and be our guide. 
A voice from heaven
teaching us to love more, give more and forgive.
 
We all give thanks to the life you lived,
and the lives you brought into this world. 
We will all appreciate each other more,
a little more giving, a little more love, 
all inspired by the life you lived and left.


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Marble in Columns on Green

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

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

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

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

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

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


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Die alone and born again

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

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

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

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


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true story

they said when they found her
she was frozen

my god-mother who was a police officer
told me 
they had to peel the ice laden sheets from
my mothers face

i knocked on the the door
the night before

when it swung open behind the iron guard gate

i stared at champagne
such an odd name
for a pit bull

having hated me for years
he lunged at the gate

why didn't i just leave?
why?

i ran to the back of the house and
broke the window
why was i panicking?

broke the window to draw him to the back

ran back to the front door
and tried...
mamma i tried....

to open the gate

champagne
such an odd name
hit the gate howling and growling

i wish i would have paid attention
to how he looked at me

i left defeated
and asked the neighbor if he had seen
my mom

"not today"

i found out the next day
that my mom was frozen stiff on that bed
all alone
while i knocked
outside


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Gotta Let Their Soul Cry

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

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

 They gotta let their soul cry

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

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


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The Moment Of Finality.

A beauty of the finest splendor…captivating
Seizing the rooms attention on the inhale
Now a shrinking shell of her former self
Caught in a chemical coma to ease her pain

Murmuring fate in silences void…foreboding
Her eyes not seeing the milieu’s approach
Those illusory walls protection now ravaged
She stands naked before bereavements eyes

As the nights pass I sit at her bedside…steady
No corollary thought as the clock keeps pace
I allay the fear by a whisper looking for lucidity
While her random gasps for life squeeze within me

Soft regrets for the misery I’ve caused…repentant
Adrift in the words I bellowed in toxic anger
Yearning to drink of the venom washed over you
To share one moment in the clarity of forgiveness

The scent of a spring dawn’s beauty fills the air…mocking
Stroking your hair I stutter out my final goodbye
Ready to be chained to the morose you absolve me
Taking with you my weighted anguish with simple words

Mom opened her eyes one last time and said…I love you too…


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Today Is Terrible----

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

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

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

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

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

see page 2 of 2, ty..


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


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death of a cat

the season I turned eleven
was the season that I died
there'd been blood betrayal and famine
and I thought I had survived

my neighbor killed my kitten
and for that I could not cry
my mother went to handle it
told me to stay inside

i sat poised in an armchair
trying to calm my mother down
while I could feel nothing
we knew she'd made him drown

the woman was a laundress
washed other people's clothes
didn't like the stink of pig sties
it offended her frail nose

the wash-board on the right side
where the pigs did have their homes
was the one she always gave me
like the left one was her own.

only when a pig was hanging
would she demand to trade
i'd wash next to a hog's corpse
a choice could not be made.

then one day I got angry
and I dared to move her clothes
i moved them to the right side
as the rage inside me rose

the woman tapped my window
and said your cat is dead
it was two days before Christmas
she roused me from my bed

there was display of feeling
tears could not be be shed

gray fades to black
hello sadness my old friend


                                                     12/11/06



Details | I do not know? | |

Out Of Sight

t's dawn again ushering light to mother earth,
Like pregnancy to the young one, its a new birth,
But the sky, so clear
that I gaze into it with deep fear,
so I ask will it rain again,
to drown away my pouring tears and piercing pain.

Long, dark and rolling was her beautiful hair,
Her twinkling eyes, an amazing pair,
Soft Lips, Like rippen summer strawberries,
Her memories steeping into me like winter-cherries
Those days and nights of endless pleasure
But Dreaming of you is no leisure

It's the Holy book that lessons to forgive and forget
But losing you, I will forever regret,
Reaching out to you, only for parcels of air to fill my hand,
Only then, I reckon you have left your mother-land
To kiss you I still try, only for the lips to brush the wind,
Hard to realise, only your thoughts will never leave my mind.

It's dawn again ushering light to mother earth,
Like pregnancy to the young one, its a new birth,
But the sky, so clear
that I gaze into it with deep fear,
so I ask will it rain again,
to drown away my pouring tears and piercing pain.


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My Mom

Dear God, how did You sleep.
I had a dream and it made me weep.
Did You see it, it was so real.
I think it might even help me heal.

Anyway that dream last night 
sure was kind of cool.
Except for the times  
I acted the fool.

I was a whole lot younger
then I am now.
I was talking with my mom
and I was wondering how?

We sat at the kitchen table
and she had on that grin. 
The one that always told me.
I know where you've been.

I could talk to her 
about anything I ever did.
Not only when I grew up
But since I was a little kid.

She was the only one
on this whole entire earth.
Who made me feel like I belonged.
Who gave me a sense of worth.

We talked for hours.
We laughed and we cried.
I didn't leave the table 
till the day that she died.

It was a roller coaster ride 
of every high and low I could feel.
Then Lord You got out the projector
and then You put on the reel.

We watched home movies
and most of it was good.
You would fast forward
those parts that you should.

There was this one scene
where Jesus had a part.
Remember when I asked for Him 
to come into my heart?

On a scale of 1 to 10
I would give it a ten.
But there was this one time 
I don't remember when??

When I asked for Jesus to come into my heart
He walked right in like He belonged.
But what I didn't know then 
was that He walked in with my mom.


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Alter-Ego

The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.

All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.

She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.


Details | I do not know? | |

Can You See Me?

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

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

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

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


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God's Plan

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Elegy | |

sweet baby girl

Sweeter than a flower special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Kneeling in prayer singing a tune
Beautiful young one baby girl
See her face glowing
Know that she's going to a better place
Surrounded by angels
Near the pearly gates
Safely in the sacred arms
Looking up at Jesus face
Sweeter than a flower
Special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Close your eyes right now
See her going
To a better place
Your little baby girl


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Your Gone

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


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Your Eternal Flame

During the Christmas holidays a candle is continuously lit.
       It is in your memory to let you know I'll never forget.
Each year that passes gets harder than I like to admit.
       I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.
Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.
       I admit when you passed I wasn't mentally stable.
You would be proud of me because eventually I pulled myself together.
       I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn't be here forever.
You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel.
       This candle along with your memory helps me to heal.
It's kinda like you're right here with me.
       I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.
Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.
       Inside my heart resides your eternal flame.



*I love you momma Merry Christmas Queen.....
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez...May 1, 1937 - July 26, 2007


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My Baby

A gift like no other gift, 
one that can't be bought
a precious human being, 
deserving the right to live
to exist as we all do, 
but sometimes it just doesn't
happen that way,

A baby of no harm, 
a baby of no sins
a baby of pure love, 
and only innocence

Tender moments, 
carrying wishes
disappointments, 
everyday misses

Sitting there all alone, 
even though 
I was surrounded,
by others

While wondering, 
why it may be
that I am made to suffer,

Wanting nothing more,
but to die
inside and out,

Things happen for a reason,
so I was taught
I'll never know the reason,
but I'll always feel the loss

The loss of my child,
my baby was taken
away from me,
and there is no reason

I constantly ask myself,
why did this happen?
what did I do wrong?

I asked God to save my baby,
to protect us both
I remain here,
but my baby is gone

It seems as if, my whole world,
just fell apart
and all I could do,
was sit back and watch it happen

I found myself, 
feeling lonely
needing someone, 
anyone to hold me

All I could do was cry,
I had to cry, for the sake of myself
for the sake of my baby,
for the sake of my heart
I had to weep

I cried and cried aloud,
hoping to be heard
please father, 
I'll do whatever you want
you have my word,
just please save my baby

I bled so much, 
had so much pain
denied to myself, 
everything would be okay

Crying and pleading,
praying and weeping
became an everyday routine,
it was so hard to believe
this was happening to me,

It's not over yet,
it never will be
everyday and every night,
it's in my memory...










(March 1998)
My sweet baby
you will always be with me...


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Lacrimae Rerum

It is a house
That was once a home.
Now with its eyes boarded up,
It has lost its heartbeat.

No longer does he hear
Her faltering fumbling with the key
When he has to visit.
Guilty memories are buried deep
Within him,just like his mother.

His sister tearfully packed the boxes,
Precious few treasures
Consigned to cheap oblivion.

Soon will arrive the house clearance people,
The necessary hyenas of a crowded modern life,
To leave no trace of her story
Save the little blot
Burned brown 
On the third step of the stairs.


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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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We Made Ice cream

  I remember! 
  Cranking that old wore-out handle on that ice cream maker, until I thought my 
arms were going to fall off.  Having a big smile on my face, as I turned and 
turned, pushed and pulled on that old crank begging my big brother, the whole 
time to “Spell me!” so I could set on an old rag on top of the ice, using my weight 
(as it was) to hold that ice cream maker in place. 
   I remember my grandfather coming out of the house, out on the back porch. To 
make sure my big brother and I was “Doing it right.” as if, there was a wrong way! 
He made sure that we
had plenty of ice, plenty of rock salt. I can still see him sticking his little finger in 
the weep-hole to make sure it didn’t get stopped-up. That was most important to 
him, as he
always got the first bowl. I don’t know why? He clamed, he would get the first 
bowl, to make sure that salt didn’t get into the mix. Funny to me, he never made a 
salty face as he was eating that first bowl.  
   I remember, watching my grandmother making that “mix” she picked the 
freshest eggs, measured just the right amount of vanillin extract, I loved the way 
her kitchen smelled. I watched her chop the bananas peal the peanuts, stir it up 
with the cream and sugar. She hummed “Old Rugged Cross” as she made that 
sweet ice cream mix, it was as if she was having fun; like the turning of the crank 
for us boys, work for sure but still fun!
  I would eat light, as that banana-peanut ice cream cured while we had supper, 
waiting for grandfather to finish his third helping, we had to wait, he always got 
the first bowl, I don’t know why? 
 
 



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A Prayer for my Angel

The sky is not the same.
When I don't see her eyes and her smile it starts to rain.

Please God tell me your Angel is okay.
I don't know what to do if she goes astray. 

Please guide your Angel back to me.
I miss the sweet words of her melody.

Show me she has not departed from us,
and will promise not to fuss.

Give me a sign or a hint of her existence.
Let me know that she is in no need for assistance.

If you do I shall promise never again to be distant.


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Why!

I was there 
On my way to Laflin when the 55th and Garfield bus slowed down.
He should have been passed out from excitement like other 10 year olds playing 
football in vacant lots,basketball in streets, and baseball with wooden sticks.
Instead on his way to gas station 
collar bone caught bullet like a bleeding brown mitt.
He never made it to first base safe, he never made it home.

I sat there in blue and black CTA  seats 
and I wished he was struck by a
be-be, paint ball, or tranquilizer gun
but no they simply snatched back cocked metal and released.

He lied there surrounded
face had grazed grass
and when his mother saw him she wished she could resist what purples saw.
cross-fire whiplash
punctured neck
with a certificate to prove his end.

She pawed at his white outline 
pleading he would breath life, but when i didn't she wept.

I was restricted to step off bus and on to pavement,
so i had to let my eyes listen 
to how blue lights and smudged tears didn't compliment the tragedy.

I mean I was stuck to scene because of the caution tape 
and the ambulance
and the way his stretcher jumped as he was being taken to the morgue.

Pedestrians though it was over until they fled like that little boys mother when she 
heard her sons blood had been scrambled on the boulevard.
Police mans knees blasted to chest as they chased for blocks ones who failed to 
follow: THOU SHALL NOT KILL!

I kept riding past Halsted then on to Racine finally came to Laflin stepped off bus, 
looked at the bullet whole in the street sign then asked 
what is the purpose of you holding hand high and think u have the right to kill.

Rebecca Johnson


Details | Free verse | |

Momma

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Mama

Mama is in the arms of Jesus;
how comforting to me
Mama is in the arms of Jesus
she is where I am longing to be
Mama is in the arms of Jesus
she feels no sorrow or pain Mama is in the arms of Jesus
she'll never walk on this earth again
Mama is in the arms of Jesus
He is her Heavenly Dad
Mama is in the arms of Jesus
I will cherish each moment we had


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She Died Right There Before Me

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


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anniversary

this is inspired by a picture of a guy looking at a piece of bread with one candle 
on it,  http://allpoetry.com/amyrowsell

today would be our first wedding anniversary
but I lost her, a month ago
a guy was driving drunk and crossed the line
that night he took the life of mine
you think that they would learn 
driving is a privilege you have to earn
I hate him for what he has done 
he took away a mother from me and our young son
nobody wins when people drive drunk 


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Believe in me

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


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untitled

A figure in darkness
Cradleing a small package
Trots up the stony ridge of stairs
In the night clouds cover the horizon
No stars can be seen from the gloomy street
A single lantern is lit and the only light
A woman with the hood drawn above her head
Lays a child upon the doorstep of a lonely family
She touches her fingers to her mouth
Then to the child's forehead
A tear filled with happy memories
Lands upon the baby's hand
With one last look
The woman disappears into darkness
As swiftly as she appeared
And the baby gave a cry of sadness
Then all became silent


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Angels Cry

She was at her window listening to the rain
Mind just wandering, immersed in pain
She was wondering if it was true that angels cry
Each time they see a child die

They took some tests but it was too late
It was in an area they couldn't operate
She smiled at him and hid her fear
They said at most another year

How much pain can a mother endure?
To look at her son and know there is no cure
There are no words that can even start
To soothe the pain in her broken heart

The days and nights went quickly past
The time had come he would breathe his last
Her faith was put to the supreme test
The day she laid her child to rest

She is alone and prays each day
The memory will forever stay
Sometimes in her prayers she just asks why
And she wonders if the angels cry.


           From the book Voices of Hope.. Thank you Crystal.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Reasons For Life

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


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Alcoholic

Your eyes are glazed
As if you're already dead.
I'm afraid that the bottle
Has finally gotten to your head.
You sit in your own filth,
And you don't even care.
Have you given up?
You don't even brush your hair.
I wish things could go back
To how they used to be.
Seeing you like this
Really eats away at me.
You swear that you're fine,
But your health is breaking down.
You're stuick in that bottle,
You're beginning to drown.
Let me help you back up,
Give me your hand...
Tell me what's wrong,
I'll try to understand.


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Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


Details | I do not know? | |

All she could say.

	I awoke to her screaming in the early morning grey. He knew he 
needed to leave
had to go away. The tears were failing he could no longer hide. So much 
sadness built
deep inside. Young tired unknowing eyes awaken by her mothers scream. He 
found her 
looking, his heart breaking, tears began to stream. The little girl ran past her 
mother, 
and ran to him in the early morning grey. The little girl looked up to him. Dad, was 
the only
word she could say...

His heart began to pound, the little girls tears falling to the ground. They hugged 
and both 
cried together in the early morning grey. The mother ripped her away from him, 
screaming
go away. Placing the little girl inside the house. The little girl ran to the window, 
stared and 
listioned as quiet as a mouse...

Through the window she heard no sound, her mother pushed him, stumbling he 
fell to the ground.
As he rose beginning to stand, he noticed the gun she had in her right hand. He 
wanted to move had began to step away, One bullet fired in the early morning 
grey.

Then I heard the woman scream, what have I done? Looking at him and then at 
the gun. I picked myself off the floor. I stepped forward and opened my front door. 
I found the little girl by his side in the early morning grey.As he began to die, dad 
was the only word she could say.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hello/Goodbye

When You See Me I Say Hello
When I Leave You Say Goodbye.
How Then Did I Not Know My Hello
Would Be My Last Goodbye.
When The Phone Rings I Hope To
Hear Your Voice And Its Soft Tone.
But When It Rings I Hear Someone
And Its Not You How Could This Be.
Your Sweet Hello's Come To Me Like
You Never Left My Tears Start To Flow
When I Hang Up The Phone.
Hello/Goodbye I Often Cry For Your
No Longer Here What To Do Where 
To Turn.
My Tears Start Falling And My Heart
Burns Because Your No Longer
Here To Guide Me.
Hello/Goodbye I Just Don't Want To 
Cry But I'm Hurting Still My Life Will
Never Be The Same.
How To Deal? How To Cope?
I Just Think Of You And The Tears
Just Start To Flow.
Hello/Goodbye God Why Oh Why 
Did She Have To Die.    





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your lies, my truth.

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Obligated Order

Pull on the rope keep climbing
Apologies and compensation
are in order for the disorder
to the labeled minority 
brothers mothers and daughters
caused by the distorters
corrupted system creates limitations
of your elegance therefore 
frustration substituted freedom
blinded by the fact the opponents
were careless of the situations
of supressions to live on this land
hang on free from the sinking sand
created to drown us in our own bloods
Such deception and tragedy
Calls for the Correction from his majesty
deprivation of education
ignorance caused devastation
Lord help us to forgive so
we can all beg for his Forgiveness


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A Mother's End

I am unable to comprehend
How your physical remnants were found
With a stately essence of womanhood
A mother’s end.


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The Soul Of A Child

the soul
of the child
is forever scarred
with hurts
from years ago.
The soul 
of this child
knows not what
inner peace
feels like.
The soul
of a hurt child
wants the love
of a mother
who is only 
a dream
in her heart.
The soul
of any child
deserves nothing less
than a lifetime 
of hugs.
The soul
of the child
I once was
would rather
close her eyes 
forever
than continue
waiting for
someone to be
my mother.


Details | I do not know? | |

rip lips 06

the death of my brother was a tragedy,the thought of him keeps me awak ,i 
remember like it was just  yesterday, me coming home from memorial at 7:30pm 
remembering nobody wanting me to know, knowing i'd go crazy. what you know i 
did knowing the closet thing to me is gone.


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You Were The Best Mother,




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Beyond The Gates

Behind these gates lay quite the scene
So very surreal, yet not a dream

Beautiful headstones, manicured lawns
My God the memories this place spawns 

The winding road, first turn to the right
Back to the beginning of my plight

Stopping next to the second trail
My heart and head pound like hell

On the left eleven headstones away
Like a movie my memory starts to play

People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town

At the time I was still unable to speak
My shattered psyche was far too weak

I stood there broken and full of fear
Ashamed I could shed not a single tear

Ashamed I could speak not a single word
Inside my head so many voices heard

What did those voices have too say
That’s another story for another day

Those gates now hold so many I love
Everyone I once held above

Last time I entered them I was 32
Even though those gates hold all of you

Next month I’ll go back and explain why
Tell my mother the reason I couldn’t cry

Apologize to her for being broken
Leave flowers, a poem, and my N.A. token

That way she will know without any doubt
What her little boy ended up being all about

That her little boy is not broken anymore
Overcoming adversity is what adversity is for

And one day when I’ve completed my fate
I’ll be looking for her, “Beyond the Gate”


The Shafter, California cemetery holds my mother, Grandparents, my cousin James and many
close friends. The last time I visited them was approx. 18 years ago. It’s very strange
that I received, “Beyond the Gates” as my topic, because; I’ve been planning this trip for
months now. If not for that fact I would have most likely written this poem about prison
gates. I reckon all things happen for a reason. Thank you Constance writing this poem has
given me strength to help me do what I plan to do. Go make amends to the person who gave
me life and taught me the things, which stuck with me through it all. My Grandparents
never lost hope in me and always said, "One day Mikey will remember the things we taught
him and return to the Lord." I think they will be proud of the man who comes to visit them
next month.





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ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


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The Mighty Kern (The end of many dreams)

You’re not real deep as rivers go
You’re really not that wide
When it comes to my feelings of you
They’re feelings I just can’t hide

Through giant boulders you descend 
Winding through canyon walls
Inside you many have met their end
As rapidly as your water falls

Merle Haggard wrote a song of you
You took someone he loved
His song is very beautiful and true
A gift from God above

At four I stood upon your banks
Watched my mother die
Like those before and after her
So many left to cry

Your pools are pools of death
Calm and still they seem
Whirlpools lurking underneath
The end of many dreams


For Brian's contest
 


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Grandma

Threaded memories, the smell of my grandmother seeps from the pillow


Details | Free verse | |

Grandma

There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.

I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.

Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.

A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse


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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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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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The Train

She’s walking past the tombstones,
Just came from her mothers grave. 
As she passes the last stone, 
her hand graces the top,
A chill shoots down her spine.
The wind is blowing her hair in every direction,
While the leaves dance around her ankles.
Tears are rolling down her cheeks.

She’d just been talking to her mother for hours,
Longer then she ever had before.
She explained to her mother how her life had been tumbling downward,
Her boyfriend for 5 years had just broken up with her,
When she thought he was going to propose.
Her best friend since kindergarten had just embarrassed her,
in front of everyone.
Just to take her spot as Queen of the School.

She hears the train coming.
She’d been looking for an escape,
An escape of her sadness, 
Of her embarrassment,
Of her LIFE.
And here is one, just being given to her.

Without even thinking,
She runs onto the tracks,
The engineer slams on the breaks,
Honking the horn all the while.

She grabs her phone out of her pocket,
Begins to text her father.
Just 5 simple words.
that will mean the word to him.
I’m sorry, I love you

She looks up at the stars shinning down on her,
then at the lights on the train.
She just keeps on staring, 
Without even thinking,
Her mind goes blank.

The horn is honking, 
While she just waits.
Her mind is beautifully empty,
While the train comes closer.

She stares down at the train from above,
While is halts to a  stop, just 100 metres away.
Her lifeless body now mingled with the tracks,
Just lays there,
Motionless,
Breathless.

She begins to regret, 
what she had just done,.
Her father wouldn’t be able to go on,
Her sister would be scared,
Her mother, if she were alive, would be ashamed.
To take a life, let alone your own, 
Is a crime, that can never be undone.
There is no punishment great enough,
To serve justice.

She wishes more then anything to just turn back time, 
To just erase what just occurred
To pretend it never happened.
But this is not like a simple fight with a friend,
Or a bad relationship,
This can not be erased.
Death is not that simple.

A bright light comes from above, 
A sudden rush of relaxation shoots through her,
Calmness surrounds her.
And then she lets go.
Her soul floats away into the night sky,
And it’s over now.

By Sierra Cowan
Written the Summer of 2009


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The Importance of Wearing Gloves

The importance of wearing gloves.
The importance of putting them on, just so.
The quality of this gesture shows the world
one's good breeding, set apart.

The importance of putting fingers and thumbs
into their proper place,
done poorly, there's a chance of being caught,
committing a grand faux pas that would scandalize
the year's social season.

The importance of proper adjustment, alignment,
achieved with a quick, firm push between the fingers,
securing a place on top of the hand for the three,
tightly stitched ridges.

The battle cry of the country club set
is heard as women line up,
ready to go to war for the sake of appearances.
Did Athena wear gloves?  "Pray, tell me, quick."
Some semblance of mythic history is needed,
or my friend's mother will have shot herself in vain.




*For a high-school friend who lost her mother in 1966.



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Don't Leave Me

I can't imagine being alive without you
I can't imagine what it will be like when your gone
I don't know what I'll become without you
Maybe I'll just run
Run away from everything and leave everyone behind
Maybe I'll find a way to be close to you
Because I won't believe you died 
My heart will ache so much more 
Tears will always run
My eyes will hold the wisdom 
That you bestowed upon me young
And my recklessness will be noticeable
People will wonder why
Why am I running when the person I needed most died
How can I face my life when I can't do anything right
I won't believe you have gone away
When God decides to take you
I'll still come by your house and always expect an answer
I Love You Gamma
You Taught Me About My Heritage  
Please Remember Me When God Takes You
Please Guide Me In the Right Way


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garden mother

She was a loving gardner growing four boys, she was called home by God when her love had taken root, now she is a gardener for His flowers.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear little sister from another mister

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


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Blood Drips From Walls

A scream stretches out into the night
A desperate call heard but with guilt ignored
An echoing beacon of another battle commence
As neighbours run to their bunkers to escape its call
As blood drips from walls

In separate tombs
Two children wait in line
Hoping and praying they won't reach the head this time
Dreading what raised voices and familiar shouts will bring
As they desperately hide beneath timid sheets
That had always failed to provide cover they need
As blood drips from walls

A mother throws herself into the line of fire
Desperate to protect her kids from his fists full of anger
For she knows if she's not there where next he will turn
As her blood drips from walls

Plates, cups, glass become the bullets
In a battle for the kitchen door
Whilst trapped inside for now her children's safety she is sure
As blood drips from walls

Drink the finger on the trigger held
Cruel words the shrapnel that went so deep
Every punch of his fist the mighty bomb
That tempted fate to end this once and for all
As blood drips from walls

The excited barking dog
Becomes the friendly fire
As her arms try to block the punches
The dog bites into what he doesn't know
A scream of pain for a moment sets still time
As blood drips from walls

Two children shudder as the ambulance pulls up outside
The flashing lights a breeze of hope dancing on their bedroom ceilings
Just maybe somebody might come and take them now
Guilty in their selfish need as they feared for their mother loved
As blood drips from walls

But as they drifted into exhausted sleep
Freed for a night from his rage as he sat and feared losing all he controlled
In a hospital room their mother retreated into a lie
Surrendered all of them to many years more
Because more than she feared the war
She was terrified of the loneliness from losing his love
Believing every time he told her you're not good enough
As blood drips from walls


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UNNOTICED, UNSEEN

I woke up one day
Unnoticed, unseen
The sparrows were chirping
Did not mind me between

I poked them gently
The sparrows got scared
Seeing them fly
I went mad

I ran out into the streets
Naked and free
Hurled pebbles on passersby
Watched them flee with glee

I felt like a king
In this blind men’s paradise
Shocking poor fellows at will
Making fun of their cries

I was shaken hard
By someone I could not see
I rubbed my eyes
Could see only darkness around me

It was my mother
She put me on her lap
Tears filled my eyes
As I went into recap

I wished my dreams were true
I could see the world go blind
Why O Lord, 
You robbed away my sight
What was my fault, 
You made me Blind


Details | Rhyme | |

If I Had One Wish

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


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Elegy to Sad Feelings upon My Mother's Death and Funeral

Dear Mother, I cherished your love;
     so when you passed away I wept.
As your spirit rose up above
     my held-back tears, which felt inept,
flowed as we began to remove
     your cold, lifeless corpse as it slept.

We then assembled for your wake,
     a light event. It was not sad
or grave as we gathered to make
     and pay our respects and be glad:
as you laid there to never wake
     I worried, What if I go mad!?

Then suddenly, the funeral
     took place on a cold, wintry morn--
all knew their place on arrival.
     I wept for you, tearful and torn,
as the service and burial
     left me feeling dead and stillborn.


Details | Pastoral | |

I pray for mother

   I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave me life mother
You raised me into a man I am today
I will forever be grateful to you
Out of nothing, you gave me food
Out of nothing, you clothed me
Out of nothing, you sent me to school
Oh mother!
You were the best


In your shadow I had shade
You called me Father.
For I carried grandfather’s name
Now I understand how special I was to you
You felt grandfather in me
Who will ever call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts

I can still hear your voice mother
I can still see you in my dreams
You left without saying good-bye,
Were you mad at me mother?
Deep in my heart, you will always have a home
My sisters and brothers are heartbroken
They are all grown up 
But they still need you Mother

Do you still remember your grandchildren?
The youngest is not yet a year old
She will never see your beautiful smile mother
You could have waited
So she does something for you
Fetch water or call you grandmother	

We all miss you mother
It’s hard to know you are never coming back
One after another
We will join you mother
We are not afraid of death any more
For we have a place with you
God almighty will meet us someday
Then I will see you for myself again
We will talk and laugh
Just like we used too

Now you live in a far away land
We can’t change that, not even God almighty
I will teach my heart to live without you mother
Though it is hard
I will learn to miss you
I will learn to live without you
But I will never forget you
It’s the body I will never see


Your time is gone Mother
Now you live in a new world
There you will never grow old
There you will never die
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Will never torment me again
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
In am now back on track

Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
And somehow I knew this day will come
Let his name be exalted
We meet again Mother
This I know.


Details | Senryu | |

Lovelier Than A Rose

Oh lovely rose song
Pressed in that book for so long
Music can't be wrong

Memories that stay
always recurring array
Learning how to pray

Thoughts engraved so deep
Everlasting pure, keep
Reminding of love

Oh that lovely rose
Pressed in that book that was closed
She lovingly chose

Memories that say
True love won't take her away
Momma I miss you


Details | Kyrielle | |

Raven's End

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | I do not know? | |

To the woman I Love Most

From the day we met, she kissed me
She held me in her perfect way
With a warmth that even the sun could not provide
I felt wanted, loved and alive

Her affection was never measured out 
Nor with held but given as a gift more precious than gold
I could not to this day find any fault in her
No matter how hard I tried, her smile was her seal of perfection

She was an artist at everything she did for me
And the picture she painted with caring and passion
Is a place I remember and dearly miss
My world was her purpose, my success her happiness

I remember she knelt before me as if to worshiped me 
And I think in her way she did
She bathed me and spoke words coated with honey
I have never felt so secure and safe when I was with her

If only I could have the power to feel her tender ways once more 
I know I would be complete until the end of my days
For she is an irreplaceable  treasure 
A woman I cannot find in any other or compare her qualities

All I can say now is Thank you Lord for this angel I met
And I know I will see her again.
Thank you for….
My Mum 

**Thanks Wilma for the inspiration from your poem***


Details | Free verse | |

The Greatest Gift Given

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

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

O’, how the lies twist!

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

Suicide, they tell me now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



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



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

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



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

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

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



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

You stood firm, you stood tall.

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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



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

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



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

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

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


I salute you!



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






Details | I do not know? | |

There are no tears.

There are no tears,
Cause I held them back,
There is no fear,
Cause all my fears came true

I believe there’s hope
I have to believe there’s hope
Cause losing faith in the future and 
What can be when the bird spreads its wings

What can I do if she doesn’t have any faith in me?
What can I do, if everything feels like it doesn’t matter?
I’m trying but it might be not enough
I have being called a traitor

The person I love called me a traitor and I am not
I am not, that thing that I fear.
I don’t wanna die alone
I don’t wanna die like this, cause she doesn’t believe in me.

She set a sentence,
Cause in a dream she saw how I will be just a shell of myself.
But now I’m just a shell of myself.
Just a little part of happiness filters throu the curtains of my disdain and all goes away.

There’s no beam of happiness,
There’s no sunshine of love,
There’s no love for me,
She doesn’t love me anymore.

She who I love doesn’t trust me anymore
And I in a corner I lie alone
This corner of my own creation is not just imagination.
Here I lie and I just desire the best for you, the best for all the good people I’ve met and 
who’s lives I’ve made a miserable mess, I deliver my apologies to all those who believe I 
hate them or I have being a bad person to.

~Anna


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 | Terza Rima | |

The Past

A migration to escape the past,
Just a mother and her son
Together on a journey that won’t last.

Coming to America, they thought they’d won,
For twelve years the start of a new life
Through sweat and struggle, overcoming the transition.

A mother soon to be a new wife
Contracted a disease so deadly,
She had to undergo the knife.

Leaving her son with a mournful melody
As she ascended that one lonely October morning,
Overwhelmed with bittersweet tears, so sad yet so heavenly.


Details | Free verse | |

On Turning Eight

The whole idea of it makes me feel
Like my childhood is over
That I will walk into the world,
Empty-handed
Maybe I should just give up
And never get to be a kid
That small slice of hope
Could save me from ever having to mature
And be my own person
No longer attached to my mom
Like she is my charger
And I am a phone and 
I would die without her

You tell me what to do,
But that is because you have forgotten
That I am eight
And you can’t control me
But I can lie in bed and remember every digit
At four I was a woman,
I could give birth
At two, a cat
Prowling around the house 
At six, a wizard,
The best one around.

But now I am mostly staring at that little LED
Screen of my phone.
Back then, I played outside
And my book never sat sadly,
On my desk,
As it does today.
The small words, fading into black.

“This is the beginning of responsibility”
I say to myself, as I do my chores.
Time to say good-bye to sleeping in
Time to get good grades

It seems only yesterday I used to
Make forts, with sheets,
Protecting them from monsters
But now when I make forts,
I watch them crumble,
At the monster’s victory


Details | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



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


Details | Bio | |

Oh My Son

Oh my son, my son…
What have you done?
You will never know of my sleepless nights
or turmoil of waking from nightmares.
Lost to me are the years of your teens.
We were so close before that fateful day
when you took flight to what you thought
were greener pastures that turned out to be black.
I want you back! I see your face everywhere I look.
I swear they are you, until I get close.
Same tennis shoes and baggy jeans and shirt
with dirt on your knees. I can’t breathe.

It is never you and my lonely heart cries
As do my eyes, for you to return.  
I remember your laugh, never a giggle but 
hearty loud laughter, making me laugh too.
You made me relive my teen years for just a few.
At fourteen, the look of a tall man, but with the
tormented soul of a searching boy, searching to
find yourself on the other side of the ocean.
I still mourn the loss of those long seven years,
years that I lack and can never get back.
Now that you are grown with a son of your own,
I hope he never leaves you with a broken heart.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong

Contest-Loneliness 
Sponsored by Frank Herrera


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.








Details | Villanelle | |

Infuriated

- For women who choose to have abortions just so they can continue to whore around.

You make my head swell,
& you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.

You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,

& I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vommit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch

Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Free verse | |

Whisper's

                                      WHISPER’S

April rain fell like whispers on grass,
Soft and light like a half felt apology.
Dark clouds wafted overhead in shamed silence.
Distressed by a cold winter’s return. 
Daffodils wept and bowed in fading despair,
My Father’s favourite plant was slipping away. 
As my Father had done and now my Mother too
Lost to a world of cold whispers and sorrow. 

Dead flowers I had placed on their grave so light
Were fading like a memory, a star un-bright.

Still the rain whispered but failed to cleanse,
The grit of sorrow that inhabits my heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Hope

The phone rings innocently.
Who is at the other side?
Could be no one then yet a peculiar feeling tells
me it is the bearer of bad news.
Still I answer hoping I am wrong.
My mother is ill, trapped between two worlds; 
the worlds of fear and courage.
My ears hear every word but my mind has created a 
sudden barrier that nothing seems to
penetrate like some sort of
steel web of unwanted denial.
Fear floods my body like a torrent
river flow, eroding strength
and stability.
How much longer can I bare it?
Never it seems but hope still glimmers 
regardless of how dim.
Miles are between us, 
I feel numb and unexpectedly lost.
Where am I?
It’s certainly not here in the presence 
of fallen angels.
The bell of hope strikes a sharp note creating a 
gentle chime awaking my
senses to the news,
they are sharpened making
the fear of loss suddenly
commanding, corrupting my
inner strength making it weak.
I continue to listen all the 
while my body is screaming
in protest.
The voice stopped, I hung up,
the pain and fear never lessened.
Time went by all the while my
mind was constantly in a state
of anguish and grief.
Endless stories were created,
each one worse than the last.
My family begun to shatter like
a broken mirror, reflecting only
the scars of misery and needless
hurt.
Hope still glimmered but appeared
distant and out of reach.
My mind grew tender, endless misery
has eaten away at my last thoughts
of happiness.
The sting of fear created heartache
for the bond between mother and child
was nearly severed,
severed by the hands of
an unwanted deity.
A deity of life itself.



Details | Rhyme | |

Dreams of her children

The greatest blessings of her life Her children ~ their life She ~ a young mother Blessed with two A miracle ~ twin boys This is true! Unafraid! Though Both body and mind were bruised Eyes big and BLACK Her love and womb grew At first KICK She stumbled ~ her body recovered At first KICK She knew ~ God’s blessing she discovered A miracle the abuse Did not end A miracle her dreams Are in God’s hands… Lay
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Details | Rhyme | |

Daddys Coming Home

My Daddy’s coming home, he promised Mom and me
He told us not to worry; he was safe as he could be
He’ll wear his vest and helmet and stay out of the crowd
My Daddy’s in the Army and he serves his country proud
It’s just another tour he said like the ones before
My Daddy’s coming home some day but today he is at war

We didn’t hear from Daddy, though he said he’d call each day
My Mommy said don’t worry but let’s kneel down and pray
We thank God for our Daddy and to keep him safe and warm
Like he did the last time and back in Desert Storm
We tell God that we love him and that all we’re praying for
Is Daddy coming someday but today he is at war

We haven’t heard from Daddy; it seems for quite a while
We still kneel down and pray for him but Mommy’s lost her smile
Friends keep coming over and they pray with her too
My Mommy looks so tired and sad; I don’t know what to do
Today my Mom was crying when she hung up the phone
She said that was the Army and their sending Daddy home

I said let’s pray for Daddy and knelt down by her side
She didn’t help me with the words; she just knelt down and cried
I knew something had happened but I was scared to ask
I asked God to take over; he handles all those tasks
Then I got this funny feeling, my Daddy’s not alone
He’s with some fallen soldiers and God’s bringing them back home

My Daddy’s going home today like he promised Mom and me
Home to be with Jesus for all eternity


With Memorial Day coming up, I thought I would share this with all of you.  IF you 
like this check out my poems - A Little Hill IN Arlington and MIA Hill


Details | Ballade | |

Sad girl rising


Sad girl rising

Let me tell you about this girl I know
My cousin, this girl be
Her life has been so very sad
But how wonderful is she
She was a wild child, till she married
And had her first born child
When she found out that his brain was damaged
It really drove her wild.

She took the Doctor through the courts
Then fought for ten long years
To get the money she deserved
And she cried so many tears
She gained a million pound at last
To help her with the lad
And yet the damage it was done
And it really drove her mad.

Her and her hubby cared for he
And gave their lives to him
It was a twenty four, seven job
But at times it got real grim
She would do just anything
To make his life more sweet
But when she got that Parkinson’s
She was close on to defeat

But no, she struggled with the odds
And though it’s ten years on
Never does this girl give up
When all her hope seems gone
She smiles, and carries on with courage
Like I’ve never seen before
She’s something kind of wonderful
She’s a hero, that’s for sure.

30 July 2o13 @ 1043hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Motherless Child

Whispers in your ear you fear

The child with no mother is near

As she promotes her soul within

To see you lifeless cunning grin

The warped faze and constant glaze

Undress your body with ever rage

As she smells fear from near your maze

Your mind at ease is restless peace

The clock strikes 12 tic toc heart stopped

She warms you up as her baby soft touch

Enters your cloned state of mind

From the cloned state of time

When things where in rhyme

Of a perfect loves chime

Ticking away the clock strikes 1

The motherless daughter shows you her fun

And see where it leads as she shows you who won

And see her heart bleed as her mother did once

The clock strikes 2 she reloads the gun

Points it at you as she smiles you hear the drum

Her heart beats loud keeping tune in her womb

As the trigger from her lonely motherless gun

Come to halt as the clock strikes back towards 1

She sees youuagain as you where back in time

Back in time when her mom was around showing prime

Back in time when she smiled at others with a crime

Back in time as she feels her heart stop in rhyme

Tick tock the gun pulled her shock

Back to time it did her

As the motherless deter

Bring your pain

Bring your shame

For we all are motherless sons

For we are all cowards of none

The same said for her

As the motherless daughter

Could fear nothing more

Than her shadow on the wall


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Your Melodious Memories

Whole night you were in my musing
Everything forgets except your face
Today I'm late at bed
No one to wake me early
When i saw you in far
Corner of dry, dark sky
My heart gets torn,
Eyes can't stop flowing
We are missing you "Mom"...

He left the world you leave
Don't talk,
Rough movement and even
His smiles erased.
Still waiting for you every eve at the gate
The old breezed love
Can't take the pain.

My small brother asks me
When you will come?
Your daughter loss
All her faith and joy.

I can't see their faces
It's remind me you,
Your love
Babbling
Chattering before bed to rig up mosquito-curtain
Run after me while going to work!
My heart seems to burst
And blow up with grief...
I miss you at my every step,"Mom"

He was empty before you
Again fall into nothingness
They lost their playmate
I lost my best friend !

Nobody forbids me,
No one says don't do this
The call from back to return soon is vanished
Sometimes i feel so lonely,
My soul intends to cries out
Like a simple child
And pray to you,"Please come back Mom"
If not possible to punish me
Make me cry once !

Aaborta Dey
This poem is based on death of one of my friend's Mom and i feel more love to my parents when i read this.


Details | Free verse | |

A Squirrels Tears

How do I describe such distress?
A squirrel sat on a lower limb,
His mother had chased him from the nest.
His heart was broken, in upheaval, a mess.
His home gone. His mother turning her back so new.
Oh what, oh what will he ever do?
Each breath he takes is a mighty gulp,
Then the sound so soulful with every shout.
Cries of pain were so deeply felt, 
That every bout rips my heart inside out.
It renders me tearful to hear the sounds flow…
The need to help him drives me so,
How could his mother yield such a blow?
But he is wild and won’t let me help his woe.
A human I’d hold so warm and tight.
I’d build a nest for him if it were right.
But I know he won’t accept my help, 
As he cries on and on in his plight.
For an hour he tore my heart to shreds…
Then finally a young squirrel came from another tree, instead.
Together they ran off fulfilling his needs…
His cries stopped. He’d found what he wanted with those pleas…
Now if mankind could only help those in need, with such simplicity.


Details | Senryu | |

'For Colored Girls --- Toxic Love'


his love so toxic his dream became her nightmare distraught mother begs helpless onlookers suspended from the window he just let them go he killed their children helpless as her tears roll down her will to live gone ©291220112215 *just to clear up the confusion this is actually written for Andrea's movie contest!!*


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 | Rhyme | |

Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
 
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
 
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
 
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
 
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
 
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 
 


Details | Narrative | |

An Inmates Dark Christmas

An Inmates Dark Christmas....
It was the first Christmas right after my momma passed away.
Any other Christmas I'd be making the best of the situation, but it was a very dark day!
It was a day I wanted to escape from, and nothing could distract my mind.
My body felt so numb, and the pain fed off of me being confined.

An Inmates Dark Christmas...
I laid on my bunk in a funk in that cold dark cell.
I was emotionally drunk, and that Christmas day was pure hell!
I pictured my momma in my minds eye, we were hanging decorations on the Christmas tree.
It was at that moment I wanted to die, for I just knew I would succomb to insanity!

An Inmates Dark Christmas...
That day I even contemplated suicide, for the pain and loneliness was just too much.
A bonified emotional homicide, for my momma I would never see or touch!
That Christmas I was a man with an empty shell, and a troubled soul.
A day of pure hell, and alone in that cell became my dark little hole.

An Inmates Dark Christmas...
I thought that day would never end, but then Christmas was gone.
No family or friend, for I was still terribly alone!
Christmas is still the hardest day of the year, but I manage to get by.
And although I still shed a tear, at least I no longer wanna die!


By Jimmy Matthew Anderson for Constance La Frances contest "Your Saddest Christmas 
Ever"


Details | Rhyme | |

Birds Told Us The Time

Four black birds sitting in a row.
Came to tell us it was her time to go.

Grandmom had seen them sitting on the line.
And wondered what their purpose was at the time.

She came to the waiting room and said that four birds
Kept flying to her with chirping messages their words.

They flew to her four times, each one trying to speak.
And all this time our loved one was growing very weak.

Slowly the clock made it to four.
And we were all sitting there watching the door.

We finally heard footsteps coming across the floor.
And the doctor told us our loved one had left us at four!

We then knew that these four birds had been sent
To tell us of our loved one's going before she went.


Details | Free verse | |

Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | Light Poetry | |

My dear grandmother

My dear grandmother

One nigth while I was sleeping
I got a sad telephonemessage

I got up fast
The tears just trundled down my cheeks

The message I got was that you had passed away
It happened so incredibly fast

I have cried for several months
All the tears for you
Hope that some of you still are here with me

Now, I have no grandmother to talk with
For your heart stopped
Why was it your turn to let the soul leave your body

Life needs to move on
The dead, they have to be honored
I will never be able to forget you
I let the memories be hidden


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                \_\  /
                /_/  \
                \_\/\ \
                    \_\/

Dedicated to my dear grandmother (1935-2011) 


Details | Elegy | |

The Closet

Doubled up,
Hunched and hollowed;
Concealed, sitting in this musty closet.

Clutching memories to my chest and
Spreading out the others across this
Dusty darkened floor.
So dim, like these remembrances...

Straining to see through tears and years.
Some deeper wounds don’t fade with time,
Like yours, sweet long gone child of mine.

Advised against this self infliction,
I cannot stay away from my secret addiction.
Infused with your smells and special things,
I force myself to keep you here with me.
Inside my heart and this compartment.

Watching you grow in my imagination: older, taller.
Exquisite bittersweet daydreams
Of you still here and needing me.

So, gently back into the box my treasure;
Rest for now…time is not measured.
Soon I’ll return and once again
Hold your glossy framed grin
Against my broken heart.


Details | Acrostic | |

Losing Him

Buried secrets…pulled out of dank soil and shoved into the light
Unjustified accusations, exhausting and expensive to fight
Tainted and tattered relationships flutter in and endless wind

Impossible to undo or explain, especially to a young mind, closed within

Wistful memories of easy smiles and open affection
Innocence gone; hatred coaxed by lies and deception
Love too strong and proud to let go, perceived as little more than a show
Lost for words as his disrespect slowly smolders and grows

Lingering awkward anger, followed by confusion and sighs
Each hateful word and hostile look, thrown like daggers from eyes I don’t recognize
Torn between a mother’s hope and helpless frustration

He is resolute; seeing only black and white…allowing no gray in this situation
I have given up explaining, reasoning, and rationale that falls on deaf ears
My heart breaking with each failed attempt; desperately fighting back tears

Gone forever is the boy I knew only months ago
Oblivious to my intent and resolute to his own; my heart tells me to say no,
…But I will let him go


Details | Elegy | |

On The Road To Heaven { Mom's Elegy }

<                    We are gathered here today to celebrate Bernadine Goerlich's life
                      Though taken from us to soon she has now risen to be with the Lord
                      Do not fret for greif and sorrow shall pass too
                      Let us bow our heads and pray 
                      In thy name of the Father Son And Holy Spirit  {Amen }

                      At the tender age of 70 she lived her life to the fullest
                      Raising a family of 10 she always had an xtra room
                      For she loved her God family friends and her beloved pets
                      And even heard of her always baking cakes cookies pies and italian foods
                      She really must of had her hands full with 5 boys and 5 girls

                      For Lord please cradle her in your everlasting arms
                      Wash away her sins and lift her spirit to you
                      For she has earned her wings of golden tone
                      And  now can rejoiced with her own Father and Mother
                      In God's jubliee Kingdom  Let us pray {Amen]


Entry For
Dr. Ram's
Elegy Contest
G.L. All



In Loving Memory Of Mom
{1934 - 2005 }


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

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

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

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

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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

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

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

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


Details | I do not know? | |

THE DAY SHE WENT AWAY

February 12th, Was the day, 
My Mommy passed away....
I can't believe It's been a year,
 I try to keep her memories fresh,
Cause forgetting her is my major fear....
I image looking into her eyes,
Watching them smile back at mines....
Always with pride,Introducing me to everyone 
saying ain't my baby fine...
Her voice echoes in spirit
Breaking my heart every time I hear it....
Wishing I was there in your last moment,
To hold your hand, be your strength,
As we both pray for atonement....
For life doesn't always turn out as we plan,
Everyone falls short  it's apart of being human...
And I was told...That only forgiveness can free my wounded soul...
While the feeling of betrayal peeks in and I lose emotional control.... 
Leaving me wondering,left behind and mislead...
Finding myself holding on to all thats been said...And unsaid...
Constantly you rewind in my mind, smiling, laughing, cursing screaming,
Skoolin,crying,scheming,talking loud, singing, and dreaming...
Of how life would change and the past would finally be the past,
As we buildt new bridges of understanding ,My soul cried mommy at last ,
But on February 12th 2010. It was all over in a flash.... 
My lesson learned was life waits for nothing,or anyone and when it's ready it just 
quits LEAVING U BROKEN IN A WAY NO MAN COULD FIX, STAINING YOUR MIND MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE TO FORGET..
NEVER TAKE LIFE OR ANYONE IN IT FORGRANTED.....
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Details | Free verse | |

Dreamers Dance

Her thoughts drift out the window
on the cool autumn breeze
and a smile creeps upon her withered face
as she remembers the first time she saw
this house
This house that is so old and worn
like her heart
and she sways to the music in her mind
as a tune tumbles from her memory
she dances and twirls across the floor
as the melody carries her dream
back to the days when he was still alive
and would sweep her into his arms
and kiss her wrinkled brow
she stops in mid-stride and a tear rolls
down her leathery cheek
and she smiles
a smile for the love they shared
when they were caught up in their
dreamers dance.


Details | Couplet | |

The Ninth Of December

Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix

Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief

A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones

With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear

Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn

Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry

God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss

How we found it I will  never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years

To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair

Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall

Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun

Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit

Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last


By Karla Null~Godsgift~

Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest

Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~










Details | Sonnet | |

Brave like you

 I find myself not , eating, thinking, and sleeping
Sometimes , not doing things right in my life
The many obstacles , Im going threw
Just to reach one goal
The many blocks, I walk
Day or Night

Sometimes confuse on time
Wishing it was a dream
The moment , I heard 
You went to sleep
All, I keep saying is 
Who , understood me like you
For the many reasons 
I love you

I appreciated everything, you did
From the braveness, you gave my soul
The gentleness, in your words
For each teardrop, you wiped off my face
Now, my teardrops seem to reach the ground
While , I look in (Heaven)
Praying your looking down

Showering this fear off my skin
Feel my feet
They're so weak
But , for you 

I get on my knees
Singing and crying, to God
That my angel is you
So , I can whisper in your ear
Mama, make me brave
Brave like you

June 8th 2012


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


*******************************************************************
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.
******************************************************************

****Written for Paula Swanson's Yard Sale Contest*****
Won 1st Place!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Gran

I was just a child,
My heart did not know pain.
But I returned from school one day
My world never was the same

I learned that you had left us,
To join with the angels high above,
And the bitter tears fell down pale cheeks
In contrast with sweet love.

My heart had broken, shattered,
pieces strewn across the floor.
I longed to hear your voice again
And to embrace you just once more.

How was it so possible,
For a love to slip away?
For you to be taken from us so cruelly,
To never see the light of day?

I write for you, my loved one,
I write straight from the heart.
Ad I hope that if you happen to look down,
You’re at least proud of me for that.

You are the inspiration
Behind this poem than I write
And my words can not revive you
But I can hope that one day,
Maybe, they just might.


Details | Lyric | |

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

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



                                               Jay


Details | Blank verse | |

Bloody Observance

We fight this war as enemies
Yet if we threw away are weapons
We could be the best of friends
We would never know

We fight on impulse
With a fear of slaughter and pain
We came face to face
We did not speak
Only our fears fought  

I now stand above you
Then kneel and close your eyes
I have killed you
I search your pockets and find a photograph
It’s of your mother, wife and children
It’s wet
I look closely and see tears 
Streaming from their eyes
I fall and weep in victory

We were only boys 
Who wanted to laugh and play
And stay alive
Only boys


Details | Free verse | |

Crayola Crayon Time

i prefer them bitten off =center
(a slow lick on a hard knife edge)
 a shecat sparkling like pinwheels
on the silky hilltops of waterbeds..
the ones that make you obsess -why they're one hour
-five minutes 
          late
why their mascaras messy,
making you waife their cologned necks,
checking for that strange strong scent
turn you into some kind of burning,paronoid
jittery flake.

i like'em a little mousy,a little off the 
         beat
a chick that can spit with class
kick the living MAN outta me...
A fireball that contorts and concocts,
attends to every want and need...
(ya know what i mean?)
hum-ta-dum...ta-dum... ta-dee 

but in the end what I really need
what we all need
is
periwinkle
predicatability
a crisco oiled apron
the one mamma used to don
a lullaby in the quiet cove of a racing mind 
reminding me of {dead} mother's...
undivided attention...
way back in Crayola Crayon time


Details | Free verse | |

Suicide or Murder

I see a lady walking down the street
Two children in tow, looking so sweet
Looking like the perfect family we know
But they have no place to go

Her lips are bruised, and she has marks on her pretty face
A face so battered, still trying to maintain grace
Walking away from her pain into the vast unknown
Away from the violence and humiliation she has known

Tears stream down her face, while she curses her fate
No one to help her in this land of hate
To feed her children she raises her hands to beg
All the while wishing that she was dead

The children look bewildered, trying to figure out their ordeal
Looking hopefully at their mother, little glances they steal
Trying to gain strength, to face a world full of deceit
But all they see in her eyes is defeat

There isn't a living soul to help you, oh! Mother
People don't care, about you they don't bother
All the world does is make you and your children cry
Even if they could help you, they'd never try

The world watches as you go by
Looking determined, with a glitter in your eyes
As though you have a solution which you will try
I pray that you fight to live, and not try to die

The loud noise of a passing train breaks the silence
I run towards a gathering crowd, and I am stunned by the vision
Three faces, six limbs, scattered guts and blood
Eyes staring into eternity, looking alive though dead

I see a small smile chiseled on your face, oh! Mother
Your children will never face any evil, ever
I have lost direction, my sanity, my health
Seeing you and your children, sleeping in the arms of death


Details | Elegy | |

Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blank Page

i'm a blank page
empty
waiting for someone 
to leave their mark
empty
words fill the page
my life's words
marred by scars inflicted
by another
gashes, cuts
but still empty
but wish it wasn't 
pieces are torn and lost 
words faded and worn
stains of blood and tears
fill the spaces
a filthy piece of paper
and yet it's still empty


Details | Free verse | |

Life Can Be Cruel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What am I going to do?”

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

“Is my life worth living?”

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Always the same

I remember the smiles
From a thousand miles,
The crowd that gathered,
The smiling baby to be fathered,
The blessings made,
That their hopes do not fade,
I heard the general chorus,
The strength, the happiness, the force.
But a different group,
Came in a huge troop,
All, new faces of a different birth,
To witness a fallen strength.


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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 | Rhyme | |

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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My Endless Longing -A Mother's Love

                                                                **~**

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


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

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

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

                                                             **~~**

 


Details | Free verse | |

Emigration comes full circle

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


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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Grief

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

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

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

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

Inspired by Heart on a Chain by Cindy C Bennett


Details | Ballad | |

I Miss You

I know how lost and lonely
Your  world was for a while
Your eyes so sad and empty
Your face without a smile

Your world so out of focus
Set you walking the wrong street
And always I’d be there
To wipe the tears of each defeat

But never did I give up hope
I always knew we’d win
I knew with me beside you
Once again your soul would sing

For you were still the son I loved
Who’d brought me so much joy
You were still a part of me
You were still my boy

And with your strength and dignity
You washed away the pain
Rebuilding all your hopes and dreams
You learned to smile again

And with that smile upon your face
And new found peace of mind
With fun and laughter in your heart
You left this world behind

I feel an endless ache inside
I feel so incomplete
For losing you it means
I've lost the biggest part of me

Forever I will miss the laughs
Our talks, your smiling face
Forever I will miss the son
I never can replace

It’s hard to let you go
Because we never said goodbye
Now you’re an Angel in God’s Heaven
High above the sky

But sometimes when I'm all alone
And feel all hope is gone
I seem to hear you whisper
"Mum just smile, and carry on"


By Raina Hutchins




Details | Cinquain | |

GOODBYE (Cinquain)

Candles
On the altar
Left for her by family
They will never forget today
Glowing


Details | Quatrain | |

The Echo of a Soul

The Echo of a Soul 
By Andrew Weeden 

In the windswept hills of vibrant green, 
Here I sit at your lonely grave. 
The bright flower that made my heart beam, 
Is the wilted flower I could not save.  

From the beginning I did not know, 
I was oblivious from the start; 
Cancer’s blade cut away your happy glow 
And would thrust to pierce my very heart.  
 
Consumed in the darkness of raging anger, 
Ten years I stand alone in the rain. 
With death no longer a distant stranger; 
My only companion in the storm of pain.  

Now it seems no one remembers, 
But you did not cease to be. 
Your spirit still burns in glowing embers 
And lives inside the fire in me.  

The storm is passing; I finally see its end. 
Happiness smiles again and shakes me to my core.  
I realize every time I lift my pen 
My Grandma speaks once more! 

Reflections of your love 
Weave tapestries in time. 
As a singing mourning dove, 
Your words whisper in my mind. 

So though you had to go, 
You remain in your begotten; 
As an echo of a soul, 
Gone but not forgotten. 


Details | I do not know? | |

She Was Beautiful

Whispers...

Don't wake her,

Let her rest.


Whispers....

Don't tell her,

She's not ready.


Whispers awakened her

From a drug induced 

Slumber.


She listens 

For a voice

So familiar

It could have been her own.


A voice 

Cooing at a child,

Smiling in it's vibrations

Making promises

It will keep,

Making promises 

It can never keep.


This voice was not there

Among the whispers,

And yet she yearned

To hear this voice.


The slumber was thick

And yet she swam

To the surface

Using all she could summon

To break the surface 

To break the slumber.


As her eyelids fluttered

A strong hand 

Grasped her hand,

Pulling her through

To the real world.


He sat at her bedside,

A face as familiar

As her own.

And with her eyes

She asked the question

He was afraid to answer.


"She was beautiful."


It was the word 

Was

That plunged her back

Into the abyss of dreams

And unrealized wishes,

Leaving her there 

For a day,

Or was it two.


When she woke,

Those words roused her.


When she slept,

Those words were her lullaby.


No child

Rested in her arms,

Once nestled in her womb.


No child 

Suckled at her bosom,

Now heavy with sustenance.


No child 

To cry out

For her mother.


Time waits for no one,

And days pass,

Then weeks and months

And soon a year 

Had come and gone.


Soon another child

Filled her womb

And this child was born,

And then another,

And then another.


Three children

Had rested in her arms,

Suckled at her bosom

And cried out to her,

Their mother.


And when asked

About the fourth

She would say,

"She was beautiful."


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 | Couplet | |

The Ugly Sin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Set Me Free

There was a baby happy and free
The apple of the eye of his family
Playing around and hiding in the trees
Whoever thought it’s his last smile they see

Through the darkness of the jungle came
Man-devils whose creation God is to blame
Cut the kid down with lethal shots
His body ripped like a shattered earthen pot

I was the one who led those men
Swooping down from our mountain den
Snuffing out the little flame of his life
My mind, since then, is full of strife

The mother came with her eyes in tears
The sight sent my body into shivers
The boy in her arms looked full of life
The hole in his heart told me it was a lie

The mother laid the baby on my lap and cried
Is this my baby, the one who died?
You’re the one who killed him, you devil in disguise
May Gods curse you, may heavens you despise

Lord! Why did I make this grave mistake?
Why was it this kid whose life I had to take?
Why did I take a life when I cannot give?
Do I have anymore right to live?

I cried tears of guilt and pain
And gave the grieving mother my gun
I told her relieve me of my misery
Kill me before I kill again

The mother said with a sad smile on her face
You have sinned and punishment you must face
But killing you would only set you free
And I will be the culprit to your family

You will suffer everyday of your life
You will bleed lots more than my little child
You will burn in the self hating fire of hell
You will die everyday and live to tell

That day on I’ve cried a million tears
Hating myself for all these years
There’s nothing I can do to escape this hell
I feel I am falling into an endless well

God! I cannot ask for forgiveness please
I cannot ask for salvation
All I ask for is to set me free
From this dreary life full of misery


Details | Free verse | |

Mama

Skeletal,
shriveled,
your shell's a delicate, dry
and brittle casing,
soon shed.
Now,
age accumulates and,
exiled and bewildered --
all free choice fled --
death's an unknown terror.
You miss your home,
cannot understand how,
to those who once bent to your will,
you've faded to a shadow,
powerless, almost forgot,
a consequence of the natural order.
Enjoy the moments in the sun,
your food, your precious life's breath
that I listen for at night.
I cling, and mourn your life --
so changed.
Your stroke
has paralyzed us both...
my pity, cloaked in love,
is but another grievous wound
you bear.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Gone too far

Perturbed by you, my family and friends.
I’m losing. Propaganda is told and sold
So cheaply, wantonly squandered against my trust.
To never fight for life together or again.
Is immoral pleasure gained from your lies?
It’s unexpectedness swift, so cutting inside.

The outcome real to me if not to you,
I feel the hurt, the closing love we knew
One time from birth, no more is ours to share.
To drink from your well, shallow with love I found
Flavours too strong and harsh to drink for long.
I tried and failed will nevermore wonder why.


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.


Details | Epic | |

Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


Details | Narrative | |

Una Visita con Mama -- A Visit With Mama

We walk the rocky shore
and you lean heavily on me,
Mother, bruising my balky arm --
muttering "Ay, Hijo!";
a few steps and, breathless,
we are both exhausted.
Your once-brown eyes, gone gray,
are like concentric rings
rippling from a random stone
thrown into a polluted pond
in winter: eyes as flat
as the latex paint that
coats a cheerless rented room.
Cataracts circle your lenses;
they have a ruptured look --
purple, jellied -- like the eyes
of a dead fish, which I poke,
perversely fascinated.
It is puffed and rotten.
Your eyes are puffed, too, red-rimmed,
moist with tears that brim over
though you try to blink them back.
That you love me and I you,
and that we wish to extend
our time together, is clear --
as clear as the black water
in the pond, as clear as your
cataract-clouded eyes,
as clear as my conscience
when I drop you at the Home,
cleverly inventing an important
meeting, to which I hastily fly.


Details | I do not know? | |

What people might think

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
  
                                        


Details | Free verse | |

marking time....to my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.



i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 



then 


i had
great pain in my chest...
.
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.



then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.



i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good



yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.



i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.

janetta


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bree, Paulie, Brooke, George & Sydnie...With Love

I know I don't have millions
To leave you in my will
But what I have for each of you
Is something greater still

I have a few possessions
For each of you to keep
Photographs and memories
I know will make you weep

All my sad sad poems
Written through my tears
All the journals of my life
I wrote throughout the years

My jewellery and diamonds
For Sydnie, Brooke and Bree
And every time you wear them
I know you’ll think of me

Jewellery and diamonds 
For George and Paulie too
To give them to your little girls
With love from me and you

I know you that you will treasure
All of the above
But something far more greater
I leave you... is my love

It brought you all into this world 
And helped you all to grow
With each and every step
I’ve loved you more than you will know

Each of you is different
You all have your own ways
From when you all were babies
And through your childhood days

Naughty things you said and did
The secrets you would hide
But even through your teenage years
I watched you grow with pride

The closeness that you share
Between a sister and a brother
The love I know is there
Has made me proud to be your mother

Now you’re all grown up 
And having children of your own
And you will share with them
The love and laughter you have known

Keep with you your memories
Your thoughts, your special song
No one else can take 
To only you, they do belong

Don't feel lost or lonely
Or afraid of what to do
Just follow your heart..knowing
I'm always there with you

Keep with you the knowledge
That even from above
Nothing in this world
Is greater than a mothers love

Never change for no one
Just be always who you are
And I’ll be right beside you 
Your forever guiding star...


By Raina Hutchins


Details | Monorhyme | |

No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | ABC | |

Never Thought It Would Happen

We began so little and young, 
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.

Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, 
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. 
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, 
Nothing lasts forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


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Part of me died that day

Words I never thought I’d read,
Made your intentions clear indeed

You were created in love
A special gift from God above,
Your tiny hands and feet
So innocent and so sweet
You are my son, my reason for living
What have I done that makes you so unforgiving?

As we celebrate the joyous birth
A newborn life has come to earth
A symbol of such hope and joy
A beautiful, healthy, baby boy
My son has a son and a son
Nanna’s job has just begun

I gaze at the text on my phone
In this busy terminal, I feel so alone
I have never mistreated you in any way
How can this be what you say?
“You do not deserve to see your grandchildren, anyway
Have a good flight and be on your way!”

I board the plane in a daze
30 hours pass in a haze
My dying mother sees my pain
But I do not wish to complain
So I smile and shrug; what can I say
But part of me died that day


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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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Hunger

There was a child that his mother couldn't feed
In his innocent eyes, there were tears of greed

There was a hunger in his tiny small face
Waiting for a sympathy that kindness could replace

The mother couldn't feed him because she got other ten kids
The mother can't do anything just ask God for a moment of bliss

The kids are hungry, they are dying one by one
Momy can't do anything but say her goodbyes , looking up at the sun

For us, Childhood is the greatest moments of life that we want to repeat
For them, They are  just looking for a bread under their feet

For us, Everyday We are too busy thinking about what to wear
For them, everyday They are too busy wishing that what is happening just a night mare

Hunger is there, Hunger is real, Hunger is eating the people alive
Children are the victoms, but who would care?everybody wants to servive


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Scared of You

Scared of you leaving
this world to go far away.
I need you to live.


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The Revealing Pantoum

When I was very very young
A new mother experiencing life
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
Now children my song will I play on my fife

A new mother experiencing life
Pain in my side to the doctor went
Now children my song will I play on my fife
Right ovary cyst orange size hosiptal sent

Pain in my side to the doctor went
He said that this could cause loss of life
Right ovary cyst orange size hospital sent
Well I went under the operating knife

He said that this could cause loss of life
For it could rupture at the least bump
Well I went under the operating knife
For them to remove this abnormal lump

For it could rupture at the least bump
Asleep totally out on operating table
For them to remove this abnormal lump
Went to the light to visit angel Gabriel

Asleep totally out on operating table
Then this light called me away
Went too the Light to visit angel Gabriel
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay

Then this Light called me away
Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay
My Grandmother sent me back through space

Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
My Grandmother sent me back through space
When I was very very young


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Dimmer and Dimmer

How absurd is the word .... death...., 
...Examine with caution, it takes all your breath
The depth of five letters, takes more than a glance

How one twist of fate could take you away
so swiftly, so certain,  one rise of the curtain, 
when never a reason to dwell there before...
to spell such a word....profanely absurb
How could the unthinkable, possibly happen?

You were here one day, then gone the next  
Not even a minute to pause or reflect
To say our goodbyes...those chances denied 
A single " I love you"...
one last time

Nothing can soften unbearable words
When grief is not real...just cruel and absurb
you can't drink it in...
Each stage is journey, a walk in the rain 
Turning a corner.......and starting again

But finally convinced, there is no denying
The days are confirming...although we would fight it
And life does go on, there are things we must do
And family to care for,.......a routine now to follow

Life swallowed me whole.......

And sooner or later those everyday things
Seem to deaden the pain....numbing the senses...with novacaine dreams
and the bitterness grays, and the years dwindle down 
Time chips away and the memories fade

Time,... in small portions,  chips away at the grief
But years, without mercy, is also a theif
My vision of you is harder to see, 
And try as I might,...it burns all the leaves
Your beautiful face, the fire of you,
Are flashes of amber.......there is only a hue
I can't view the picture as clearly I did
I can't turn it on like a light in my head
It burns, now so dimly...just a flicker, instead

Where once was the warmth of your arms, and your smile
Are whispers that come in the dark for awhile
I try to reach out, and touch them somehow
But they've burned into embers, I hardly recall

Like a photograph lost where it doesn't belong
Fading each day,  in the sun for too long
Fading and losing the bright flame I knew
I ponder the embers that have died in the flame
And I wonder......,will I know you if we meet once again?





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The Man Behind the Mirror

Behind the mirror, the man is seen Where on our streets surrounded, Friends Thousands met cold, untimely death With screamed echoes of souls unrest Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly Children dead in their mothers’ arms Father, for his lost son searched Found him only, with parts cut in shreds. Behind the mirror, was the man there? Our Young children, to soldiers turned Educated only in field of war Guns carried, bigger than they can bear Faught battles, of no cause but fear To read or write, they dared not do But to shoot or kill, well informed they were. The man behind the mirror, how did he rest? Our babies, dead while he sound slept In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept Still offered nothing, but violence more Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder If anyone dared open their mouths to speak Or, if orders came of his seat to render. Behind that mirror, my freedom he took Our homes Burned; our stores looted Citizens, chased out of a land to love Forced into exile for years so many Adapted to a culture so not ours From scratch, we started to build Until bit by bit, we rose so high above Like an eagle, up up and away. The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame The color so dark, on our backs stained Bruises so deep, forever left to heal Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched, And palmed away by cruel, hateful death With tumbled bodies over bodies All soiled up into one tiny hole. Behind that mirror, the man will always be With blissful look in his red, budging eyes Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound And the more my hate for him increase Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


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Dear Son

Dear Son,
   I haven't got to meet you,but from this picture I can see.
Just how wonderful you could be, and golly you look just like me.
I want to hold you, hug, and kiss you. I can't wait to see the day.
I may only have one picture, but I can't put the thing away!
I've been showing you to everyone, weather they want to look or not.
Even to strangers on the bus to school. I'm just so proud of what I got.
I pray to God your mother gives me a chance to be a good father to my boy.
Just to hold your picture, close to my face, sends me to a whole new world of joy.
I want to meet you! I love you! I just pray someday you'll see...
That I'm sorry things couldn't work out with your mother and I. You already mean the world 
to me.


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Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


Details | Quatrain | |

Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












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



Details | Free verse | |

Wasted Generation

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In A Hotel Room

Why did they go? They always go,
Whether they saw me I simply don’t know,
They’re here for a night and then go away,
And leave me behind, all alone I must stay,
And wait for the loved ones to whom I belong,
But I’ve been waiting now for ever so long,
I’m starting to think that they’ll never return,
But I remember those faces so full of concern,
On the day that I fell into the old hotel pool,
I never did master swimming at school,
But somehow I pulled myself out from the deep,
And came back to this room where my parents did sleep,
My Mother’s blue eyes had turned red with her tears,
Just as any mother’s whose child disappears,
I don’t understand why they just didn’t see,
That I was standing there just where I should be,
Then they were gone, leaving me here in this room,
Sometimes full of life, sometimes cold as the tomb,
Why did they go? They always go.


Details | I do not know? | |

When Will This Feeling Pass

The smell of your face
your scent.
Takes me to a place
let me vent.
The smile I once knew.
The smile that was you.
Is only gone for awhile.
When will this feeling pass?
I can't imagine life without you by my side.
But my faith is strong.
You were there all along.
When will this feeling pass?
You were always
a ring away.
Never too far
and you would always let me stay.
When times were bad
it was you I had.
And now it is gone for awhile.
When will this feeling pass?
I can't imagine life without you by my side.
But my faith is strong.
He was there all along.
When will this feeling pass?


Details | I do not know? | |

Summer Dress

Summer dress she sews
Until her fingers bleed
Mending and mourning 
Memories that will never be
Earsplitting new silence
Running through each stitch

Dress, mustard colored with stars
Embroidered with sadness, by confusion
A nightmare from which she can’t awaken
The last thing she will ever wear 
Her summer dress made in grief

Death came for her too soon
Roses, white, will rest on her
Embraced by heaven’s angels
She is beautiful in the summer dress
Stitched by her sorrow stricken mother


Details | Free verse | |

soon the bell will ring

Soon the bell will ring.
Asleep, your warmth is still the same
An echo of strength still resides in your arms,
Wrapped around me they Instinctively protect me,
‘though later they’ll hold for a steady hand.

Lying here reminds me, of when I’d scurry to lay
and listen to your sturdy voice bring alive Dreamland.
You’d bush my still wet hair, tickle me to bed,
scare away monsters, and kiss my cheek all in one sweep.

In half an hour, when the bell rings,
You’ll roll away as my day begins,
And I’ll lay out your shoes, socks,
Clean underwear, and gown.
The next appointment is in half an hour,
And after that I’ll lay you down.

Time is running out,
I feel the urgency.



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Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


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Fatherless Child

My journey began on the coldest of days the 28th of december is the birth of my day.
 As a baby i dont remember to much , only the warmth of my mother and the strength of her touch.
Mommy says i look just like my daddy ,skinny and tall and always so happy.
 If i dont have a daddy , does that make me bad , where is my daddy and why are you sad.
I ask my mommy why is he gone , was it me , did i do something wrong , does he not love me , why did he leave , he will return to us mommy this i believe. 
Mommy held me close and kissed my head as the tears fell down with face turned red , mommy tried to speak but had no sound as she fell to the floor and sat on the ground.
Mommy why are you sad , what did i say , can you tell me the reason my dad went away.
Mommy took a breath and began to speak but the sound that came out was a small little squeak. Mommy began again with love in her eye.      
 I will tell you the truth and never will lie.
Your daddy was a young fearful guy , he made some mistakes and was caught in a lie , daddy cheated on mommy with five other ladies, he was careless and stupid and made five other babies.
Mommy wants you , and loves you , and watched you grow , and will never leave you this she hopes you know.
I know you have questions about your dad , when you think of him you get so sad , I will answer all questions that you have in mind your dad in some ways was one of a kind.
I make this promise always and true my feelings of love are pure and true ,you are my son , my world , my friend i will love you forever there is no end.
                                                                                                                                         (Dedicated to my mother , for not leaving me like my father did.)
    (I love you mom always my firend always there for me.)
                                                    04/17/2012.
                                                         1:04am.


Details | Etheree | |

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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''Broken Light''

~Why will your love never be true?
Such an absent silence.
Wearing a heart I can see right through.
An emotionless ploy.
Faint face,as eyes that were always dim.
I remember now,the smile that was forever saved for you.
But, no return, left lonely.
I turned away from our broken light.~



This is for children who has felt abandoned by parents~


Details | Bio | |

City Two

leotard atrocities may 
never have been led, 
down, 
the path of glory…  
had she not kissed the 
air in alphabetical designs, 


Details | Free verse | |

A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


Details | Narrative | |

Ghostly Child

Ghostly child
peering through
foggy mist
watching from afar
from another dimension
in another era
from another place
drifting through time
caught in between worlds
towards spirit light
of beacon bright
shining on her
the way to go home.

She lingers on
from dusk until dawn
floating through air
searching for her mother
who was lost at sea
from long ago
entity from eternity
forever lives on
in her daughter's ghostly heart.

Free her from her earthly plane
into the spirit world
where she belongs
in finding peace
rather than remain
in limbo state
away from her mother's
loving embrace.


Details | Rhyme | |

Death's Door

Death is a time where people will never breathe
We can’t talk or walk and even squawk about our lives that we lead 

What do you suppose is behind deaths door?
I’m just wondering, because eventually is going to come to us all
Should we be scare? Or fight for it, not to happen? Or just let it be?
Has anyone thought about Death, like me?
 
Death has come for two people I had a chance to know on, 02/02/12; 
however, this was a week ago. 
Do you think they knew?

Some people may not know, when it’s time for them to go,
therefore; we should ask JESUS CHIRST to come into our lives
and be prepared for that day 

So, when death wants to knock on our door 
We can open it up and say I’m ready, let’s go, 
and see that place called Heaven’s Tour


Details | Free verse | |

Are you my daddy

''Are you my daddy'' the little child cried.

''No I'm your uncle'' the grown up replied,

''Are you going to stay, or go away  like my uncles always do?''

'' I love your mummy I'll stay I promise you I'll do''.

'' Everyone loves my mummy,'' the child says with a sigh.

''Will you take me to MacDonald's and buy me a toy and take me for a ride?''

''Yes I promise, but I maybe away for a while''.


''Are you my Daddy'' the little child cried,

''No I'm your uncle'', the grown up replied,

''Are you going away like all my uncles do?''.............................................


Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


Details | Rhyme | |

Joan Of Arc

Come with me
Deep in the stars
We shall lie upon this grass
For a few hours, touching
Gently blow a kiss
Into the depth of the sky
And all apologies
Shall be caught in eased sigh
Allow me to lead you through this world black
Around it and back
You wear pain
As though chains
Were embracing all loves luxuries
Alas we will not die in slight defeat
Waiting for the night to stare
A star gazing through your eyes
Knows you truly do care
And slightly dims when you cry
For there is a star in the sky
And a glow in the moon  
Guiding your way with its light 
Tranquility will subside soon
So if you believe in pretend
And reach way up high
The stars angel shall descend
Abolishing all tears from your eyes
It’s painful to you
So is the truth
Can’t you understand?
Words are forgivable
For when we clasp our hands
They become retrievable
Now words are meaningless
And forgettable
Far too late to change events
Time for consequence
Again you kiss the sky
Wave your goodbye
A star smiles and begins to cry
Washing away all pain
You arise from the grass
In the warm blanket of tears in rain


Details | Elegy | |

LAST MOMENTS WITH MY MUM

She was thinning 'way-
Her color going gray
While she drowned in sweat:
"Gerald, have you slept?"

Her voice so old,
And gave me the cold.
But how could I sleep
While mum's life could creep...?

I had been crying
Weeping and weeping
Silently for her-
My mother was dying..

I crept from my bed:
No lights; poor and said-
I held her weak hands-
Cold without life's tan:

I heard her breathing-
And my heart craving
For mama's good health.
"But," I asked myself:

"Why must she suffer
Near a weeping son?"
And where was father?
He was dead and gone.

I wept as I thought.
"Return to your cot,
You need a night's sleep."
She spoke, my heart leaped.

"I shall be here until
 Death is not fulfilled-
You shall never die
Else I shall ghastly cry."

She pressed me to her heart
And gave me a gent' pat.
"Gerald, please let us sleep
And my son do not weep.

"If I die, then god called
Causing weeds to come forth-
But do pray for my soul,
To rest in haven's hold."

"But mum," I cried. "do stop."
"Son," she continued. «Death 
Is inherent to life.
Death comes 'round as we strive."

I wept as i watched her shiver
While her pale lips quivered
As she struggled out, ''Goodbye.''

I took her hands in mine
Feeling them freezing, kind:
-thus ended her earthly stay,
While i still had much to say.....




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intellectualizing

My Grandmother died, and I have not penned my loss
 nor I have stooped to pick her rose
and smell the scent of her.

I can not allow the sights to emerge, 
when I must close my eyes,
 I can not afford to let her go

nor allow myself to go with.

There is a world of grief and screaming
covered in my intellectualizing

but I can neither nod hello or whisper goodbye,
I must stay this path she set.


Details | Cowboy | |

Untitled

Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!


Details | Free verse | |

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. 


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Absence

The words you force 
The words you yell
The words you fictitiously pronounce
Now becomes you, becomes your energy.
Your energy flow is not lucid anymore. Was it ever?
Your demand for a delusional lie to become reality shames you. 
These words you force on me have backfired. 
I see the colours you wear,
I must now forgive you
The damage has been done. To yourself.

Copyright © Christina Clark


Details | I do not know? | |

Shattered Heart

I was there not too long ago,
Everything seemed fine.
You looked like a happy, healthy family,
But I guess looks can be deceiving can’t they.
That very night,
You broke my brothers heart.
It’s shattered in pieces,
To never be put back together again.
It’s like humpty dumpty, 
and his wall.
He’s fallen off the cliff, 
and will never find his way up.

Not only have you taken his heart,
And ripped it in two.
But you’ve also taken away his little girls,
That’s just something you don’t do to someone.
I used to doubt it when people said you were messed,
But all doubts are gone now!
I stood up for you, 
When no one else would.
Saying you were great,
And that you were just going through something.
But now I see that it was all a waste of time.

Even when you were sleeping around with other guys,
He still loved you.
He never did anything to hurt you,
Never even saw another girl.
Even when you were with someone else.
He always figured that things would work out,
And they often did.
But this is something he will never forget.
He trusted you, 
And you  broke that bond.
He loved you,
He still does.
The shards of his heart,
Are aching because they can’t ever let you go.

I used to think you were cool,
I used to look up to you,
I used to love you,
But not anymore!
Now I realize that your just a dumb girl,
Who doesn’t deserve a man like him.
You don’t even deserve a man at all.
The girls, my innocent little nieces,
Don’t deserve a mother like you.
They deserve a mother who loves them,
Who cares about them.
A mother that won’t go and sleep with a guy,
After only two weeks of knowing him.
They deserve  a mother,
Not you!


Details | Rhyme | |

LIFE

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

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I Signed My Rights Over

I know  it’s the RIGHT THING to do,
When I look into  MY BABY’S big brown eyes.

I’m giving HIM up, handing him over,
Telling them, I’M an  INCAPABLE mother.

I thought I could be his MOMMY AGAIN,
But his WHIMPER proves me wrong.

I’m giving him up, handing him OVER,
Telling THEM, I’m an incapable MOTHER!

And today I’m signing my RIGHTS OVER.
I had a SECOND CHANCE, but I gave my baby back,
I DECIDED he was the one that DESERVED a second chance!   

So, I gave him up, HANDED him over,
And TOLD them I was an incapable mother.  




This is not about me. It came to me so I wrote it.


Details | Couplet | |

A Rainy Night Visitor

The air is drunk on the scent of trellised roses
Snails draw trails on a rain soaked white washed shed
Shapes draw eerie life like human poses
Stars reside among white clouds overhead. 

I saw her framed in the arbor in your garden
Chatting with kids now raising kids of their own
Her visit did not illicit a word of pardon 
She would be proud to see how they have grown. 

My shadow a shimmering path across the grass
Invited me into worlds now torn apart
But present tense reigned over memories past
As my mind bowed gracefully to my longing heart. 

I was not surprised or saddened by her presence
She is ever present in all that matters most
At times like this when I feel her very essence
I wonder who's alive and who's the ghost. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Birthday, Baby

Happy Birthday, baby,
This is the first year you would be
Alive and happy
Dwelling here with me…

I would have taken care of you,
Before your early flight
But on that fridged morn
My daytime gave way to night 

I know that you’re with Jesus now
You’re not the one grieving any more
You have it made better than I could give
On that bright heavenly shore

You have a better birthday gift
Than I could ever give
You are walking now on streets of gold
Forever you will live

Some how that does not change the fact
About how I miss you so
But still I know I love you
This, I wanted you to know

Enjoy your birthday, now my child
Give Jesus a hug for me
Walk with Him, now let me know some how
That you still are thinking of me….

So happy birthday, baby
Though you are not a baby anymore
You have the best present anyone could give
By walking on that golden shore.


Details | Narrative | |

My Father Gone These Forty Years

My father gone these forty years,
my mother gone twenty, I remember...
the acrid smell of tobacco
on my mother’s rough fingers,
as she sat, silently,
in a predawn Texas coastal town,
my head in her lap, the short-wave
radio crackling with static.
She strained to hear the chatter of
shrimpers in the Gulf of Mexico,
yelling out to each other
in Cajun patois French,
Mexican Spanish, accented English;
she stroked my nine-year-old hair,
her middle-aged body aching,
hungry, worried, sleepless,
far from her roots, stranded
in this strange, dry,
totally foreign place.
Her imaginings of my father’s
struggles with the sea
and its weathers filled her mind,
and she knew, all the while, that
even if he were safe, earning money,
he (and she) would fail
and we would still suffer
the poverty of the hopeless
and desperate doomed
whose minor, occasional comforts
were only, onshore, the cold beers
and noisy camaraderie of the others
like him, like her,
like us.


Details | Free verse | |

OLD RATTY ROBE



It was always an ugly robe    from the first stitch
through every seam    of its existence

The background color    a bold red
of cinnamon and cayenne meeting in a frenzy
Blue tulips frazzled and frayed
as though from an acid trip lingering too long
Yellow and green prancing poppies stared
from only one eye    blackened by an attempt
to escape the garish landscape of the robe
finished    quaintly    kimono style

I told her when she created it    that it was horrid
and thank goodness she would not be wearing 
it in public     But my mother had her own sense 
of comfort and style    and who was I to criticize
I was just her thirty-something year old child
She loved it and made it to please HER

Four years later the robe looking slightly worn 
and fraying    lay across the foot of her bed
where she lay dying     It had warmed her body 
through cold Midwest winters for too few years

Now it warms my body and keeps her near

Seventeen years later the poor robe 
is frazzled    ratty    and worn
The belt disintegrated long ago    
Replaced by a dark green sash for studied contrast

I think she rubbed off on me

A hole is melted over the right side cheek
where I backed into a wood stove seeking heat
Seams are exposed     The hem now frayed
One sleeve is torn     
But I am not ready to give up the robe     
I may never be ready to put it to rest

I’ve found a strange beauty in the 
twisted tulips    and cyclops poppies
which cannot be found anywhere else

And I swear    after all these years
her fragrance from four-years worn 
lingers lovingly once again in my heart



Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

Why the Rose Always Cries

Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits

He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run

Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared

Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason

Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed

In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam

Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind

Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Goose-Bumps

Whenever I see a mother cry
My skin covers itself in goose-bumps
My eyes well up my throat feels choked
I really can't bare such raw intense grief
I wish I could help them 
Save them
Take away the aching pain
Wipe away broken tears
A grieving mother never heals I know this as true
Her days will be forever cradleing what memories remain
She will never hold her head the same
Her heart filled with despair
An emptiness one will never truly know
Unless you have had to let go..


Details | Haiku | |

Don't cry


a drop on a leaf

rolling across .. morning dew ....  

please mother .. don't you cry n


Details | Ballad | |

All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


Details | Free verse | |

The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


Details | Rhyme | |

Falling down

Plotting my new existences
living off hope and sheer willpower.
God,
who knew, their would be this resistance.
I tell the loved ones in my life,
this will take persistence.
Pray my kids wont end up as misfits,
and living this life doesn’t put us at a distance.

Falling down now is not an option.
Groveling at the feet of others is,
but to proud to admit.
Quick to bring it up in my face,
here I come in defense.
Putting you in your place,
I'll leave you with the proverbial kiss of death.

Please busy yourself
with someone else and there business.
I don’t think you know what nice is.
Maybe next time you’ll find this,
but in the meantime
find joy in someone else and there crisis’s.

Falling down,
well that’s what got us into this.
Not your fault,
I’m your best wittiness.
Don’t you think I will live the rest of my life
forever in debt to this.
Spend my time regretfully ashamed by the actions
that lead this consequence.
Like the loss of my one true love.
Talk about shame,
this story will give you chills.
Believe me when I say,
it will leave you with emotional ills.

How about the missing moments
I will never get back.
Six birthdays, Three Christmases,
Two for new years,
Or the loss of the life,
that made breath late that night.
For a moment all of her thoughts were on me
Waiting on me to breathe.
I wonder what she’s thinking of me.
Surely disappointed in everything.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mary Frances McElroy You will be missed

Remembering the laughable times we shared, 
Seeing that guilty look that you always gave,
When we laughed and got caught,
You will be missed,

Being the lovable and caring person that you are,
funny but also serious,
You will be missed,

You were Strong and wise, 
Loved to cook and feed everyone,
but most of all for being loving,
Grandma you will be missed,

Embracing us with your warm hugs when we were down,
Guiding us with your footsteps after you followed Jesus' footsteps,
You will be missed,

Seeing the hurt and pain in our eyes caused by plenty,
You gave us encouraging words to get us through,
And for that,
You will dearly be missed,

Knowing you will be beside us,
To let us know what's right & wrong,
You will be missed,

Grandma in the midst of it all,
I will miss you soo much,
I wrote this poem just for you,
hope you can hear me!!
I love you and miss you!!
Vernard Lamar Mays


Details | Free verse | |

departed

i am lost

like a shadow 
on a moonless night
you are gone

my mind
stirs like a summer breeze
twirling thoughts of you
as i long for relief

if only you could come back

my heart
beats fast
like quickened steps
on paved walks at night
in search of you

my soul
reaches like a flower
ready to drink the rain
it thirsts for you

the child in me
the adult i have become
each miss you the same


Details | Free verse | |

disjointed memories

happy (dead) mothers day
a fistfull of flowers for your resting place 
didn't have time to know you
you were far swifter than your time,
just a few clips from an ancient reel
my your smile was sweet and wide
don't feel much anymore
time is fond of sweeping 
heart and mind
 under the floorboards

a piggyback ride
a cat named blue
a silver music box
is all there is of us


Details | Acrostic | |

Fly Away My Angel

Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you,
For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do!
I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real,
So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel."
We knew this day would come but not yet....it's way to soon.
Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you."
The sun is shining like a warm July,
The patriotic flag waving high in the sky!
I can't help but think, maybe he did save you?
What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon?
Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice,
As of today or even  tomorrow we will never have that choice.
You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace,
I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced.
But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain,
We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain?
Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see,
Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy.
Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test,
Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest.
He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God,
She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love,
Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray,
So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day.
Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest.
So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...
...
...
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


Details | Free verse | |

Suicide Note

This is the reason....
 Dear mom,
We never got along..
And you know that...
We constantly argue and disagree..
You make me feel like im a disappointment..
You made me feel as if i was never good enough.. 
You never made it seemed it like you actually cared..
 Dear Dad,
I know who you wanted me to be..
we used to not get along..
But now we do..
most of the time..
I know this is not who you want me to be..
I know this is not what you wanted me to do..
But i got no where to go..
You never seem to help..
 Dear the rest of the family
I know you are there for me..
But your reactions to what i do...
I just dont think i could deal..
I dont think you could help...
And i know you wouldnt understand..
 Dear Friends,
If i even dare call you that..
If you will care or not...
Even if you will notice...
I know some of you say your here for me..
But you dont understand..
I tried to tell one of you..
You just starred and wanted to tell everyone..
I am a human..
Im no different..
Im not some monster..
So i may be an outcast..
But does that really matter...
If only you could of helped me..
If only you didnt call me the names...
 Dear everyone,
Im sorry..
Im sorry for being a disappointment..
Im sorry for letting you down..
So that is why i have decided to leave..
So everyone will be happy..
Have a great life everyone..


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More Agony

My friend I want you to know
 That happy for you I am
As before the coming snow
 You will have a baby in a pram.

Your shower today was nice
 I thought I could handle it.
But my heart is not ice
 For jeaousy I feel this I admit.

I feel like a loon
 My babies gone
No lullabies to croon
 No being woke at dawn.

I thought I could handle this
 Be here for my dear friend
But there is gaping abyss
 And I do not want to offend.

This your day to shine
 And do well to not frown
And to not even let out a whine
 Though in sorrow I drown.

I leave the shower
 My wounds to lick.
In my own space cower
 Pain in my heart does stick.

I am now alone 
 I lay here and cry.
In agony I moan
 And in misery I sigh.

I really am a lousy friend.
 For how can I feel sad?
How can I make amends
 and tell you why I am bad?

No more baby showers for me
 I cannot do this
To much pain for this to be
 For me there is no bliss.

My arms do so ache
 For the babies that are mine.
How much more pain can I take?
 How much longer will I pine?

Can anyone understand
 What I truly am?
A mother in no man's land
 Whose tears have broke the dam.

A mother who misses 
 Her children each day.
I miss thier kisses,
 Their bedlam and fun way.

Why can I not heal?
 Why must agony sear
And my fate and theirs seal
 For this I do fear.

I thought I was doing good
 But as you can see
This pain gets me where I stood
 And still gets the best of me.


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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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Unwanted

I feel like feces in a toilet
unwanted and flushed away
like a rotten egg; scorned
cracked and then thrown away
maybe even like spoiled milk
one taste and i make you sick;
then i'm thrown away
i'm like a bugger in your nose
you just got to get rid of me
like pigeon poop
you wouldn't want me to touch you
it's funny
because to me, you're
like a million bucks
i'll want you all the days of my life
but to you;
i'm just a tissue
that you use
and then,
throw
away


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Once Had is Not a Property

ONCE HAD IS NOT A PROPERTY

Few are looking for what many got that I had
Much effort is a necessity as success is a work hard
Some few are looking for a shortcut; heard failure is a bad
Some rather than stress themselves beyond limit they hope on dad
First class became a requisite to get on the bench of elites; we read so mad
Struggling to make the best of results to get on that bench; 4.5 up is not hard
Two years on of great tidings; and our levels was busy beefing up to the points
 On that very long awaited day of reckoning; we listened for the benchmark points
To our dismay; our cumulative grade points accumulations was no longer on point
It became so obvious to all that we had it before is no longer a property on point.

All men are born equal but not a guarantee to be the same
She chose son over father; the shrink said mother is insane
Now the confession; you are the son of your brother that is my son
What a calamity! If am the son of my brother, my father is whose son?
Sometimes lie can be better than the very truth that will stare at us
Let someone break the mirror for the truth it carries mockingly hurt us
This family once had a moment they thought will sustain them forever
Now in chaos and family havoc; incest with a curse they hope won’t last forever
As of the beginning from the family diary there was peace and understanding
Walls closed in now; they had it before is no longer a property of understanding.

Looked everywhere; even the very intellectual four walls of the dictionary
For the meaning of what happened that wasn’t fore-told by the visionary
Father wrote his last will and gave it to our family lawyer the other week
This week; he is dead and my name was nowhere to be found even in one sheet
This amazes everyone; mother couldn’t believe it for there was only one me
Let there be heaven for next time; I rather go to hell now than let this injustice be
As the son and the only child of his father I could only give the best I could give
The very sand in our house will testify if none would that it was exactly what I did
Didn’t get a judgement in court; the judge said it is my right but now was my right
Unfortunate; I was supposed to have it all is not at all a property that is my right.

				
			Lordvip...


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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.


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


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Letting Go

I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette.  She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a Godly woman.  I miss her already, deeply.  

She died on January 24th, 2009 at 10:30 p.m. due to complications of a UTI that went
septic through her system, and a blood clot that formed in her foot.  She suffered and
painfully fought for three weeks... she was facing multiple amputations of all her limbs
and multiple organ failure.  She was only 61. 

My heart was imprinted greatly with her love and I am thankful for her.  She made me so
much of who I am today.



Letting Go
     by Amy Swanson 


Letting go
    of things that I
          once held dear, believed in

My soul
    stripped bare
             in agony, for all the world to see

Heart beats
     yet
          it feels so cold inside

Silence
      sits like stone
           in my spirit.

Life has led us
       on this 
             journey...
                  but one lonely road 
                         sought us out with furious speed;


A road that was not wanted or desired.


How can you
    be so accepting?

How can you
    not be angry, as I am?

How can you
     ... still believe?

...and how will I
      ever again believe...?


I feel as though life took a wrong turn...
    or someone didn't write the script correctly...
         it wasn't supposed to be this way.



I weep
    great sobbing tears
           that threaten to rip out my very essence


The pain so sharp
      like knives of ice

The judgment harsh
       unfair and undeserved

Sternly.... 
     mercilessly...
              delivered.

They say that there is peace in death
     but there was none
             only cruel suffering
                  that should not have been allowed;
                         torment inflicted
                             poor bruised body
                                    until
                                       so still you lay...

                                               life was no more.


I ask, "What meaning can there be?"

    I strain to hear the answer
                but there is no response...

                         only unwavering silence.


A part of me will never be the same.



Existence I now view with different eyes.


Details | I do not know? | |

American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


Details | Rictameter | |

At a Martyr's Birth

Love poured
And tears trickled
From mother’s profound eyes
With thousand prayers wrapped in hugs
And sweet blessings in her angelic smile
She gave him everything she had
The soldier got martyred,
From her proud tears
Love poured.


Prashant Shaurya ©
All rights reserved


Details | Ballad | |

lost souls

There we were driving down the road.
I said I love you and I meant it,
you sought my hand and took it.
There we were holding hands like two lost souls 
who don't know where to go.

I feel forgotten,
so lost,
nothing left to be strong for
maybe I'll give in...
to what?
I don't know,
anything that tempts a lost soul.

And you,
even your bones are sad
your very veins cry and yet...
you make plans
to fall in love,
move on.
I'm so...forgettable.

I may be lost
but at least I'm aware.

You don't know what to be
and you pretend to not grieve
as I cry behind my sunglasses
at the lucky fields who don't miss their mother.

Saw a mother 
pushing her child
on their homemade tire swing
and I was jealous.
My very heart turned green.
I wish it was me.
I wish it was me.

Five months and twenty four days.
Five months and twenty four days.

Never been away from her that long.
If she were pregnant it would be starting to show
oh
why do I think of such things?

Her Sunday drives to the beach.
Her Dad's cigar getting her sister in trouble.
Hearing God's name for the first time.
Falling in love when she met you.

Someone,anyone:
tell me it won't be longer.
Tell me it won't be much longer.


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Meanies (written by 9 year old)

Meanies
People who are always mean to me
And bullying me around
In the stupid world
People who are mean to me
Should get something back in return
Something mean and evil
And they deserve to die
In this evil world
And the only people I can trust
Are my Mommy and Daddy


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Homesick

There's this girl that I know who misses her home
The place filled with laughter, her joy, and her hope.
This girl, she is sad, and I've seen her heart break.
She just doesn't belong here, and she doesn't want to stay.

When she's at the beach she just sits and she stares
Across the water to who knows where.
The ocean is the one place she has found on this Earth
That fills her with any kind of peace and hope.
Though still she is sad, she's not where she belongs,
But at least at the ocean the fierce homesickness calms.

She'll walk down the beach and look out at the water,
Totally uncaring of those who might watch her.
She knows she's not normal, that she isn't like them.
But she knows that they cold never understand.

This girl that I speak of, how I know her well. Yet at the same time I hardly know her at all.
It seems to me as I walk down that beach that
I'm never gonna know of who I truly speak.
Because as long as I'm here, so far from my home, my heart, my pain there, my hope,
I am only half here. 
I am only half home.
And all that I want....I just want to go home.


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THESE OLD CARDS

                     


Heirlooms, these old cards with her lovely penmanship Snippets of advice still live in delicate lines where love is immortalized
*dedicated to PD. About this Poem Sadie was my stepmother and she and I were first cautious acquaintances , then friends, later good friends, later still best friends, then (for a bit) enemies, then... mother and daughter. I miss her. Some families are given. Some are made. Sadie died of Leukemia. My father joined her two years later after a battle with colon cancer. I often take out her letters and cards---she always added so much to those store-bought cards. She lives in those words of love. I hope, PD, you have something similar from your stepmom, pictures or letters—they can really help!


Details | Couplet | |

No Warmth In The Kitchen

 Loose are the oven mitts that covered mama's hands. 
 Cold are her rustic pots and pans. 

 Stained are the pages of her favorite cookbook. 
 Lull hangs her ladle on its metal hook. 

 Hiding on the ceiling is the once dancing steam 
 of beef stroganoff's sour cream. 

 Silent is the spatula that served family guests. 
 Quietly the food processor rests. 

 Daddy can only cook up a sweat, 
 and I'm too young to read a recipe yet. 

 There's no warmth in the kitchen since mama's decease. 
 These objects are resting, but not in grease.


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No Ordinary Day

There was a day
No ordinary day
Until that day, I always had the stars to hold

My mother had said I am going now
When you are alone, you will be all right
Whether or not you think so
The stars will tell you so …

Beloved fields withdrew into space
I watched them dwindle, watched new lands unfold before my face
Weary mountains made an exchange 
For shapeless pain

But night settled down
And with it came new stars
Some were the old ones, some I would soon discover
And though the nights were longer
The stars still shined in the same familiar way
They seemed to be closer
And they seemed to be brighter
Yet, they were harder to reach
Harder to hold in my hand...
But, somehow they told me
My mother was right


-------------------------------------------
Inspired By Frank Herrera's Contest: "Coming of Age"
By Carrie Richards 2/6/12


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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's Choice

Broken homes and broken bones
Dads are gone and moms on drugs
At the age of nine I'm forced to chase my mother in and out of abandon homes.
Never felt more pain until the day my mom offered me to some strange man.
What was done plays back in my head everyday.
Never thought my mother would love drugs more than me.
At that point in my life I knew everything was wrong, and my childhood gone.
I tried to quickly runaway until i hear a deep voice say, "DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP".
Very abusive, he grabs my hands and throws me on the floor.
My mother sat there as it happened. 
This strange man constantly raped me as I screamed and tried to get away.
My mother sat there and had nothing to say.


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Living in Wait

Peering into the shimmering water
the image shown a reminder of her daughter
if she had only still been alive
her mother would not feel so utterly deprived

the image she sees are beautiful white wings
hope of her baby being an angel still clings
one day when death draws her ever so near
her daughter she'll join with not one ounce of fear

Tossing out daffodil's, oleander, and primrose
her feelings presented in this way surely shows
Watching the floating flowers brings peace
Allowing her grief to slowly cease 

by: Virginia Frayer





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Safe In My Heart Forever

~~

I am really missing you today Mommy, I am melancholy,
     So I took the bus for that long, long journey;
It took me most of the day to get to the cemetery,
               All the headstones were buried in the white.

                          But I knew the path to you.

I trudged in the knee deep snow to that place of tears,
     The wind blowing wispy filigree snow in my face;
And I fell to my knees in front of your tomb, your grave,
                  I placed a blood red rose in the white snow.

                           And I wept for what I have lost.

Long I stayed there with my tears frozen on my cheek,
     And my raven hair lost in the north winds;
Then I got up and I knew that my quest had no purpose,
                   For you are not in this cold place of tombs.

                             You are safe in my heart forever.



                                              " And I will treasure your arms last embrace,
                                                             until this heart stops beating . . . .  " 


__________________________
March 15, 2014


Verse



Entered into the contest,  Poems for Mommy, sponsor Leonora Galinta

1st Place




      


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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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Nana Olive

Many people affect our lives but only just a few
Nanas', mothers' and the ones who inevitably love the real you
Nanas' have a past of which are something quite unknown
When Nanas' pass away you sense you'll never be alone
My Nana touched my heart in so many different ways
Everyday I think of her and talk of her in praise
I miss my Nana Olive you was so soft within
Everyone has that delicate side no matter where your life begins
Mothers' carry this effect and bring Nanas' back to life
When Nana passed away my heart thumped from deaths agonising knife
I thank you mother for holding my Nana I see her through your eyes
But she is always around - along with the spirtual spies'
I see my Nana in my Mum and I feel her when I drift asleep
For all those memories of love and smiles is something I'll always keep
I love you Nana Olive - sweetest dreams forever more
I will cuddle you again as you await for me at heavens golden door


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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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Lost and Found

Down the road, near the town,
No one knew where she'd be found. 
Stolen from her bed at night, 
Waking to find her gone was a fright. 
The window curtains blew gracefully in the wind, 
Their ironic dance of doom was a sin. 
The ladder was left among the broken glass, 
The kidnapper knew they would never be found if ever asked.
Down below a search party grew, 
But where to look nobody knew. 
Near the park where she loved to play. 
Under the bridge that lie close to the bay. 
Up in the tree house hidden in the willows. 
In the basement blanket fort snuggled in the pillows.
On the swings down by the old school. 
In the neighbors backyard swimming in the pool. 
But nowhere that they looked did she appear, 
Losing her forever was their biggest fear. 
They could still see her in their memories, 
But all of that was gone on the first gentle breeze. 
Weeping siblings and a mourning mom, 
Could to be that she was really gone? 
They lowered her down into the silent earth, 
She'd lived in this sleepy town since her birth. 
Nothing like this had ever happened here, 
So why her? Why now? It wasn't fair. 
The flowers where placed upon her grave, 
All through the service her little sister had been so brave. 
They all went home but things just weren't the same, 
What had happened had brought the whole town to shame. 
She died at the too young age of seven, 
Earned her wings and flew to heaven.


This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves


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A woman's body

I dream of a woman's body 
and of wrapping it in my arms
and watching as it gets slushy
and as she progressively 
becomes more slutty.
 
I'd like to play with it 
like a fishers price toy.
And go fishing until 
I've reached the treasure.

With a woman's body the fun
is never really over and I'll 
keep scobba diving until 
I've seen all four walls.
And pushed each and every lever. 

Some women than like to sever 
all ties and be the player. 
But when I dream of a woman's 
body I dream that time is frozen.
And that this one sensuous moment
could last forever.

But I haven't found her body yet.
I regret....    

  


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they helped to look for little Caylee

they helped to look for little Caylee,
in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches
endless days and nights, thousands searched
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air

in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches,
they tirelessly looked for signs of her--
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air;
hoping she had survived any danger

they tirelessly looked for signs of her,
while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
hoping she had survived any danger--
until her mother confessed she had drown

while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
endless days and nights, thousands searched;
until her mother confessed she had drown,
they helped to look for little Caylee


*FOR Pantoum CONTEST


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Divorce Isn't Always the Best Choice

Divorce Isn’t Always A Good Choice! I met a person who’s been married for many years. When he talked to me, he was in tears! He was faced with the option of divorce! And now, he feels his life is driven “off course.” His wife said she’s through. She’s “all done.” And doing things which seemed “fun.” Beyond each day and the circumstance… Does this marriage even “have a chance?” Why do people seem happier when they’re apart? Far too often, this ends up in a broken heart! Too often, people “give up” on what they believe! But it’s so many lies, is what they receive! I spoke to this person, of God’s purpose and meaning! Into God’s loving arms, is where he needs to be leaning! When life changes, and marriage seems to have failed you… Jesus is here! And wants to put his arms around you! There’s hope and answers to all of your problems! You’ll find the answer in God’s word! HE can solve them! The best choice for you is to come and trust HIM! Give Jesus your life! Come now and love HIM! All he needs is for you to give him an invitation! He’ll change you! And make you a new creation! His love can do what no other power can ever do! He’ll bring new meaning in the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Do My Children Know?

Do my children know how much I love them?
No, of course they don't.
They weren't allowed to know.

Do they know how intense the pain is,
to go forward,
while not being allowed
to be their mom, or their dad?

No, but they know the intensity of heartbrokeness,
while going forward,
without their parents,
whom they should have never been taken away from.

They know the depths of lack,
that they were never meant to know...
They know the fears and the terror
that a "supposedly good place"
will unmercifully and maliciously inflict.

They knew the courage, as babes,
that grown-ass folk
won't walk in.

They know that you can't trust
the government,
or the agencies,
or the people in those agencies,
that are suppose to protect them
and their family units.

How could they possibly know
the depths of my love for them?
When they are still
stuck there
surrounded by people
who destroyed
their family
and screwed with their beginnings?


Details | Senryu | |

an empty bottle

captured behind glass her scent, forever, lingers.... Chanel No. 5
_ _ _ For PD's Contest: 7/25/14


Details | I do not know? | |

Beautiful woman. (mothers)

I shead a tear as i watch you grow up to become a beautifu; woman.
 But it hurts me to see you weap over a torn heart.
I may not be there to catch your fall, 
  But i'll always be here when you come back home.
We may have our moments when we just can't stand each other.
  But that's just what Mother's and Daughter's do.
I may say " I can't wait until your 18"
 But, truly what i'm really saying is that i can't live without you.
 I will always shead a tear as i watch you grow up to become a beautiful woman.

*please comment if you have any thought or if you just like it. (or fav poem)* :)

            -Angel4eva23


Details | Bio | |

My angel

You were bright and beautiful from the moment i found out i was carring you. A beautiful angel in disguide. Not only were you my child, but a part of me my own flesh and blood, my angel sent from above. Even tho i never met you, you were mine and i loved you. I could only imagen what you would look like, and all i knew you were perfect in everyway. Then your destiney came and your fate was sealed. I couldnt stop it, I couldnt make it go away, you were taken from me and my heart stopped. I loved you from the begining and I'll love you till the day i draw my last breath, your my angel from above taken from me to soon.


Details | Lyric | |

Up in Smoke

Grey slender  almost blue as embers
Pouncing in the greener yard~
Faithful   He was oh so graceful
Past a concrete curb to wander
	Into streaming metal garb ~ 
Where did he go,
Still no one knows
	But she believes she’s found him ~
A carbon-copy of a cat,
If you could just imagine that;
So sure that he is 
Smokey.


Details | Free verse | |

One Last Goodbye

We was only 3
You walked into the room
With your golden blonde hair
Sparkling from the open window
You tucked us in for our nap
I leaned down
To say goodbye
you told me
"Take care of your brother and sister
And you'll be back"
Well time has past
that back never came
I wonder to this day
Whatever had happened
It has been 19 years now
Since you told me
"You'll be back"
I didn't know that day
Would be
The Last Goodbye
Inspired by
Danielle’s contest


Details | Lyric | |

In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Elegy | |

Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Under Ground Cities

A man walks into a new generation gangster town,
there were guns, amoe, drugs, explosives, and allot of bad people, and that's all he found. 
He looked around the streets and saw allot of African American people running the show,
he walks into one corridor and into another city, and he welcomed the flow.

The new city, to him it wasn't any different than the one he just came out from, there were Muslims,
they wore gold chains and hiphop music was playing every where, the mostly dealt cocaine, and said fuk them.
there women were so beautiful, they would walk around in heals and panties were ever they went,
the man walked though all the gorgeous women and thought to him self, "no I can't". 

The man walks into a new city, he walked into "The Slums" it was the hardest and the baddest outlaws of the nations,
the man looked around and right away he did not like what he saw there, everything was dirty and without and patience. 
He couldn't wait to get out of there, the women were nasty and smelled like they haven't showered in years,
The man put his head down and started walking out of the slums with nothing in his eyes but tears.

The man walked into "Siberia" Everyone living there saw the man come in and they all rushed to great him,
at first the man got a little scared, but than he saw there smiles, so he smiled back at them. 
Everyone was living there was dancing to a death mettle Hip Hop music, while drinking and sniffing cocaine with a gun on there sides,
The man walks to the bar while looking at all the beautiful women that are dancing and giving him a sexy look.
Than the BOSS of the city comes up to him, pores him a drink and tells him how he is the BOSS of the whole West Coast, 
the man looked at him and smiled, he put his hand around the boss, looked at everyone around and said, "Let's Toast".


Details | Lyric | |

Her Silent Soul

                                             It was the night of the night.
                                             A delightful evening mild
                                             in the stillness of death.
                                             Her silent soul,
                                             so gallantly nice.
                                             There wasn't a moon,
                                              not even glittering starlight.
                                             The trees whispered.
                                             The winds watered
                                             honey and free.
                                             A loving past at heart
                                             Peach sent memory,
                                             Her loving touch
                                              rising sweet.,
                                             near and far.
                                                    Her silent soul.


                                                            By
                                                    Jay Johnson


Details | Free verse | |

Fly Home, Little Angel

“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet

A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about 
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”

Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011


Details | I do not know? | |

You THINK?

You think you might be in love.

You think he/her might be in love with you.

You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things?

You think a lot, you worry a lot. 

But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things?
  Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things?

Now that there is something to think about.

 
   

              *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might*
                                           
                                         -Angel4eva23


Details | Free verse | |

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."


Details | Light Poetry | |

Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


Details | Chastushka | |

Here Without You

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

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

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

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

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

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

This betrayal...not deserving a name

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

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

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good riddance


Details | Lyric | |

Today my heart aches

Today my heart aches
for my mum long gone
nineteen years have passed.
Tears fall silently,
my heart is broken,
not like a love gone wrong
but for that person
no one else can replace,
today my heart aches.


Details | Rhyme | |

nothing but more questions

She walked off into peripheral, feral and alone
a lonely individual, trudging on the stone
out into the element, not welcome back home
beautiful, intelligent, yet worn to the bone
routine was reality, cause real wasn't known
she told me,  feeling this , felt as a drone
fear and shaky ground, surely made her prone
falling unsupported, the state still condoned
this way or that, no attention could be loaned
prevention proving problematic
 past parodies partly shone
privacy trumps compassion, it happens she's grown
so my effort to recover info, unfruitful, lay sown
 nothing but more questions, and my sad little poem
 nothing but more questions, and my sad little poem


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

a white space Part 3

(Eliza strokes the door. A thought is visibly pushing through her mind)

Eliza: I think...I want to know.

Martha: How does it feel?#

Eliza: There''s something there. Right behind it. Someone. Pulling me.

Martha: Eliza...why are you here?

Missie: Oh stop prying. She''s just gonna leave soon anyway. They all do.

Eliza: We tried for months. Toby and I. You know, we never quitre fit, and I always thought that a baby would be the glue that we needed to fit us together. A little kicking screaming ball of glue. And when I fell pregnant he looked at me like he loved me, genuinly loved me, for the first time since I had met him. People held us like we were real. Held me, like I existed. All fat and full and real. Four months. That''s all it lasted. It ended in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor. He did his best, Toby. He held my hand when I cried...for a while. Tollerated me lying in bed for days on end...for a while. He just didn''t understand.

Missie: You mean he didn''t care. Look, the guy didn''t want a baby. God, move on already.

Eliza: I tried! But we weren''t right. We didn''t fit. Just going through the motions. In the end we were juust faking...we both knew it. We were off to my brother''s wedding, big fake smiles painted on, and I ended up here.

Missie: He sounds like a right catch...

Eliza (deffensively): Yeah? And why are you here? You don''t have enough compassion to mourn, let alone to be a mother.

Missie: I didn''t have a kid. I had a cyst growing under my school shirt. An ever expending mistake, for the whole world to see, so fat I couldn''t see my own feet. I found the thing parents. Soppy freaks like you guys. You know, people who would actualy give a shit. And the ungrateful thing stripped avery inch of life from me. Died and took me with him. I was forteen. Fourteen. Tell me how that''s fair.

Eliza: Do you know what''s not fair? I wanted, needed nothing more than a baby. You drop your nickers in some dirty nightclub, get given this, this gift, and you want to give it away! That''s what''s not fair.

(Martha hasn''t seen such confronation in fifty years. She pulls Eliza away from Missie)

Martha: Eliza, give her a chance. It''s all front. She''s not as awful as she seems. She''s sad. Just like us.


Details | I do not know? | |

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..


Details | I do not know? | |

Another Year On

So many things that go around,
Yet in this crowd there is no sound,
The world seams dead and void inside,
And I can’t seem to run and hide.

I hear her screaming out for help,
She gives a final wounded yelp,
She hits the floor and eyes turn black,
Now she knows she can’t turn back.

Those left behind hide up and die,
No one ever wants to cry,
The tears of blood cause too much pain,
Our poisoned hearts are not the same.

As your body dissolves to ash,
The whole world changes in a flash,
No more happiness for us to share,
No more mother to love and care.



Details | Rhyme | |

THE FAIR GIRL AND THE BLACK EGRET

In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime,
the fair girl found a tall, black egret  
with whom she could have a chat; 
and was it the same one that her parents rescued from the wild?


Among bulrushes taller than she actually was,
the anxious girl told that bird one of her wishes:
to hop on his back and fly as the happiest butterfly,
and find her mom whom she remembered singing a lullaby.

" Take me to my mom!"  she begged the wading bird.
" Nobody ever takes me there to visit her" she exclaimed.
" She may be miles away from here...way past the blue ocean!" 
He replied with little confidence, lacking a sense of emotion.


The fair girl kept on begging, until the black egret finally nodded.
" Thank you, kind bird...now let's fly and depart from this marshland!"
So the two of them ventured into a cloudy sky expecting no rainfall...
not until they had gotten there safely and heard that sweet mother's call..  


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Brave Soldier

Eleven years ago, my father died.
Divorced from my mother when I was two, 
he was a stranger to me most of my life.
I had no tears as the Marine handed me the flag.
He said, "This is a gift from the President of the
United States in honor of the service that your father
gave to his country". 

Five years ago, as my mother died,
I touched her face and held her hand -
something she never allowed when we were children.
I told her everything was all right
and she could let go.
My eyes were dry, she had no funeral.

Later that year,
my husband packed his suitcase.
He told me of his plans
to find his "spiritual path", and left.
I said nothing and went inside.

But last night, my sweet little Aussie
stumbled and fell, unable to move.
With wide eyes slightly opaque,
her dear face grey around the muzzle,
she told me, its time.

This sweet companion,
faithful and brave, has only asked
for my presence in her life.

This morning, I awoke,
and I cried a  child,
with my mouth open,
eyes streaming,
nose running.


Details | Narrative | |

There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part IV- (Most Awesome Paranormal Experience)

stammered, “Because, if Brian ran away, I saw him earlier today, downtown!  And  
he bought me an ice cream cone! And we talked and were even laughing at a joke 
I’d just told!  He was all dressed up and I asked him where he was going all 
dressed up on a Saturday. He just laughed and said that, he was on an errand and 
he was going back home. He said that he would see me later.  Then I said that I 
would come by to tell him about the trip. We said good bye and he walked away!

Papa’s face turned to stone as he starred in silence, and poor Thomas just stood in 
that spot like a statute.  My oldest sister or someone asked him what kind of 
clothing Brian was wearing.  He answered that Brian was wearing a grey suit, white 
shirt and a burgundy bow tie! He described the outfit down to the shoes Brian 
wore. With that said, Papa, wide-eyed called was rising out of his chair in slow 
motion as he called out to Mama to come and hear this.  Slowly, his tall frame stood 
in silence. Those were the exact clothes that Brian was buried in. There is no way 
Thomas could have known what kind of clothing Brian had been buried in because; 
his parents weren’t at home when he returned from camp.  He had returned much 
earlier than was expected. He didn’t unpack his bags, being in a hurry to get to the 
store downtown as they closed early on Saturdays. After, he would go and visit 
Brian to share about the trip.  Brian’s burial clothes were all new and made by the 
local tailor!  Thomas ran out of the house and my Father ran after him. The grieving 
had begun all over again. We never did see our dog, Blackie again.  The following 
year we moved away.  I am grateful for memories because even though my brother 
Brian died long ago, I still remember his handsome face, even his voice, the way he 
walked, his beautiful smile, and the many times he would carry me up on his 
shoulders to safety in escaping from an abusive uncle.

Next time I see my brother Brian, we will be together again, this time forever.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Little Feet

Now hear the beat
Of all their little feet.
A note for every single pain
Of dreams shoved down the drain.

As their soles meet the dirt
Their hearts race with hurt
And betrayal that feels so real
Compared to life that’s turned surreal.

You warn them that life is rough
And they pray to God you are enough
To save them from nightmares
And incubus that cause their tears.
 
But you never cease to fail
To be the hammer to the nail
On their sarcophagus of life
And the one to cause their strife.

So kiss your little one goodnight
And don’t hold on too tight.
‘Cause before you know it,
They see the crimes you commit.

And you’ll be sending them on their way
To the trail of decay.


Details | Free verse | |

Lifeless

The ER is a very chaotic place sometimes,
Happy people trying to save lives,
Good mornings escape into late evenings,

& No one will ever know when their time comes….

They called my phone said some blood was spilled,
Trauma room, a spirit gone away…

The puddle of blood was immense,
I’m sure she lost gallons,
Her eyes slightly open, will an absent sound of IV machines,
as I stare at this lifeless human being,
I begin to think back to my family.
There is nothing more traumatizing than witnessing a young teenage girl,
Discover the news of her mother, that has passed.

Even tears couldn’t show my sympathy.

Her hand had lost its grasp,
Blood dripping as I struggle between human emotion and professionalism,

NEVER WILL I EVER FORGET THIS DAY
August 27, 2012

Rest In Peace to a stranger that I will never know. Much love to the family that will miss her dearly


Details | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghost of Bayou Cannot

Some folks believe it. Others do not. The legend told in the Bayou Cannot. The only witness who can swear that it's true, are the creatures who live in the bayou. The owl told the gator, the gator told the frog, about the horror filled night that changed their home in the bog. Far off on the mainland, miles from the marsh, in a large city, where living is harsh. A man's world invention sprang into life. A breath of fresh air to man's world of strife. A new deisel engine, queen of the line, would make it run for the very first time. The sunset limited it was aptly named. Gleamed in the station waiting its moment of fame. Boarded by folks going south, some headed out west, none mindful of anything, but each's own quest. New York to L.A. via the southern run. So it was, the trip had begun. Back in the bog, things were happening too. A barge made its way north with its captain and crew. The day had been hot. The night had turned cool. The fog roiled in, with its blanket of dew. The captain steered his tug, painfully slow, caution was key to safely deliver the tow. All of a sudden there was a scrape and a jolt the barge floated free, not held by a bolt. Panic seized the crew! "We've lost the tow!" "MAYDAY!" screamed the captain over the radio. Amid the chaos and moans of disdain, another great jar, "We've got it again!". Back on land not far down the track the Limited sped with a clickety-clack. Approaching the tressel no one noticed the shake. Who could blame the poor folks; the hour was late. Midway over the bayou came the tressels demise. A great shiver another great quake, tons of speeding steel, folks met their sad fate. Days went by weary and sad. Rescuers agreed none worked a wreck this bad. Twisted and bent the engine was pulled from the muck and the slime. "102" came the final count, the coroner spoke and noted the time. A weary voice shouted "Wait!" "Sir, I disagree!" Tired eyes turned, what did they see? A weary man held in his arms a child about three. Today believers say "an angel wanders." "A tiny spirit" Others agree. On foggy nights when no moon can be. A tiny light flickers so you will see. "It's a firefly!" Say the skeptics of haunt. The creatures disagree and murmur their taunt. They know the spirit of the child now lives in their swamp.

Written by my grandmother Sandra Burch


Details | I do not know? | |

Mommy's Prayer and Lullaby

Mommy's little princess
is almost all grown up.
A danzel in distress, 
or just the average slut?
She traded in her bouncy curls
for a sharp silver knife.
She's picking fights with other girls
and wants to end her life. 
Under all the make up, 
and behind the painted smile...
She knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the mother she'll always keep...
is somewhere watching over her
as she goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.

Mommy's little super hero
has grown over two feet.
He traded in his sword and shield
for a few bags of weed.
He knows he has to be a man, 
but still, he wonders why.
So complicated and unfair, 
this concept of goodbye.
Under the layers of black clothes, 
behind the dilated eyes, 
is a secret to behold, 
even super heros cry.
But he knows that when he looks up
he can feel her for a while.
The Mommy he once knew, 
the mother he'll always keep.
is somewhere watching over him
as he goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby,

Mommy's little baby
is now in middle school.
And now she takes it upon herself
to create her own rules.
He sister is not her mom, 
and her brother is not her dad, 
but at the end of the day
they're all she's ever dad.
Under all the questions
about things she's never known, 
Every night she wonders
why her family had to go.
But she knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the Mother she'll always keep
is somewhere watching over her
as she gets in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.


Details | Rhyme | |

Loved One

As I sit here and wonder why,
I find myself about to cry.
Then I think of all the years,
As my cheeks get wet with tears.

Time has passed so quickly by,
Why do loved ones have to die?
We lost in you someone so true,
Oh loving mum when god took you.

You saw that we were clothed and fed,
And had somewhere to lay our head.
You taught us right from wrong and so,
Why did the good lord make you go?

You left a man, who could not cope,
This broke his heart he could not cope.
How we your children wept and cried,
In grief and love for you had died.

So if there is a heaven above,
That’s just like you and full of love.
Then one day with you we may be,
Our loved one and her family


Details | I do not know? | |

Leaving

Day after day
Thought after deed.
It’s been so long that I’ve tried to please you,
But now I’m leaving.

Heartache and held in tears.
Wanted laughter denied for years.
For so long I’ve wanted to give you love,
But now I’m leaving.

Day after day
Heartache and pain
Much sought for laughter
A smile on your face
A hug
A kiss
A sincerely wished goodnight.
Your yearning to see my bright blue green eyes…

My mother, I’ve tried. Oh how I have tried.
For so long I’ve worked to seem a hero in your eyes.
But I’m not, and I won’t be because that’s not how you see me.
There’s nothing I can do to change how you view me.
My mother, I love you, but I can’t take this pain. I have to leave you now so that maybe
one day
You’ll knock on my door or call me at work. You’ll tell me you understand now what you
need to about my hurt.

I hope that day comes sooner than later, but it isn’t here yet and so I must wait.
Mom, please remember that I really do love you. I’ll see  you again, but for now, I am
leaving.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Hate

I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times
I hate that the real *****es hate me
I hate being cautious so they don’t ***** about me

I hate that I cry over everything
I hate that people know I cry over everything
I hate that I hide from them anyway
I hate that they actually don’t care 

I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year
I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that
I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him
I hate the fact that he’s all I really have left

I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn’t care about me
I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me
I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn’t be bothered
I hate that, in my eyes, they don’t deserve to be called mum and dad

I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father
I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day
I hate that they left me closer to my father
I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer

I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me
I hate that I feel like I’m a third wheel
I hate that I feel like my friend’s don’t trust me
I hate that I feel like I can’t trust my friends

I hate the feeling of loneliness
I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine
I hate that I write to create a better life than my own
I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented

I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor
I hate that I had to make a role model for myself
I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be
I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to

I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention
I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade
I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention
I hate that I am relied on because of my grades

I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body
I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age
I hate not being trusted upon
I hate people treating me as a kid

I hate not telling people how I feel
I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier
I hate not being able to share how I feel with people
I hate being scared that they won’t care.

I hate people judging me
I hate judging people
I hate that feeling of giving up
I hate the feeling of losing when I didn’t give up

I hate the choices I have made
I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream
I hate people thinking they are so much better than me
I hate the fact that they are right

I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend
I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me
I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life
I hate that it has fallen apart

I hate hurting the people I love
I hate them not loving me anymore
I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people
I hate the fact I do it anyway

I hate knowing that I do all of this
I hate knowing I hate all of this
I hate trying to change it
I hate that I am not able to change it

I hate that I try not to give up hope
I hate knowing all hope is lost
I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway
I hate knowing I failed at that too

But most of all

I hate not being able to express this until now
I hate that this still won’t change a thing
I hate thinking that it still might
I hate knowing that no one cares


Details | Couplet | |

The Nightmares

Nightmares that come are so bad I'm  afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak

A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate

Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died

Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead



(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old.  Back then people used 
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor.  The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed 
her and the next morning she was dead.  The  doctor who examined  the corpse said that 
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)


Details | Narrative | |

Her Personal Curse (Part Two) *warning, graphic in nature*

I felt his fingers bruising my flesh, tearing me till I bled onto him.
He made me taste it for him, I thought this would be the night I died.
Panic seized me anew when he settled between my thighs and pressed in.
A pain like none of his blows seized me, as he pinned me where I lye



I began to fight him again, digging my own nails into his shoulders.
It didn’t seem to anger him anymore as he pushed sending fire through me.
He let me scream now, and the bed banged the wall, but nobody heard.  
All I could think about was my mother in the next room, oblivious to my screams.

 He pound his member deep inside me as I gasped and begged him to stop
I called him by his name, and still, his hands grabbed hard as he continued to thrust.
Some of the pain subsided as he took me, I must have slowly slipped into shock.
I felt his hot release inside of me, as I lye under this man I once thought I could trust.

Spent and dripping sweat, he fell down against me, crushing the breath from my lungs.
I felt his lips suckle my neck, as he leaned off to knead my breast.
I lay limp as he kissed me, I could still taste vodka on his tongue.
I lay there being fondled by my mother’s 28 year old house guest.

He hardened again against my thigh, while he continued exploring my body
He murmured empty words to me before flipping me over onto my stomach.
I tried to get up and crawl away but he pushed my head down from behind me.
I screamed against the mattress while he took me, preying for it to go by quick.

It was dawn before he left me, aching and soiled down to my bones.
I curled up onto the mattress after he told me no one would ever believe me.
I was stunned that this could happen to me in my own home.
I thought of my mother sleeping in such close vicinity.

She must have left and I didn’t hear her, I thought. I didn’t want to face the fact
That she had been there, steps away while I begged and pleaded for rescue.
But as I painfully left my bed to prove to myself that she wasn’t there to stop the attack,
I stepped out into the hallway and heard her snoring, the door left open to her room.

Passed out on her own bed, left as vulnerable as I had been left, she was untouched.
While I was riddled with bruises and blood, scars inside that would never heal.
I ran to her shaking her awake to tell her, wanting to be consoled so much.
She looked at me, still drunk, as if wondering how she should feel.


Details | Ghazal | |

Where Did You Go

All of the angels call, 
as they mourn for the one's that fall.
And its been so long,
since you've been gone.

I cant believe its so hard
for me to let go of the years 
that I hold iniside of me.
The memories, the 
childish games you would play with me.

Mama, where did you go. 
Why did you leave us all alone.
And how could it be so,
that you could leave us behind,
And just forget about us all this time.

I dream that you are here,
and you tell me that it will be alright. 
You hold me tight, sing me a lullabye,
and tell us goodnight.

Mama, you left us for good.
Me and her to survive on our own, 
and now she's even gone.
So as I hide in my world,
and I bury this all deep inside.
I run and try to find someone to 
play those games with me,
but theres no one in sight.

So here I am, almost grown,
so afraid I cant make it on my own.

And all of this seems like a dream,
Or I'm in a movie scene.

So Mama, come make this right,
and tell me good night.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Child, 1 2 1

A spirit as fragile as glass
A soul virgin in depth
As innocent to the world as to him or herself.
A stranger to emotions, a vessel covered in flesh and a unknown purpose here, on this earth  
to be discovered , yet.
Circumstances surrounding his or her conception is not known, but the child is a "gift" from 
one... to two...then back to one.
The Child is "joy" whether a daughter or son.
A world commanded by nine and not by ten, created of three, defined as one.
Let the writer's write about the child's world in view and inform the Gatekeeper to prepare to review .  

copyright @2004,2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins  


Details | Ballade | |

trains

Here I am
with all my bags scattered at your feet.

The train roars away, miles away.
With smoke piling out of it and no trace of me.

Had a nightmare last night
that I left you behind
hit me with such force that I 
jerked awake and cried.

There was darkness looming ahead
but I just kept
doing what I was doing and
then it all caved in.
The thunder roared 
and the lightning cracked,
death surrounded me
I was found with shaky knees
somewhere on Toledo streets
all I could think of was Home.

So I jumped in someone's car,
in someone's arms
and fled.
Cuz it was new and different.
I said Home,
Take me Home.
I called and called to say 
I was on my way.
No one answered. No one was there.
But new people. 
A Father who looked like my Father but a Mother who looked strange.
And I know wicked step mothers are only in movies. Only in movies.
That storm had taken everything I knew.
That nasty selfish storm.

You heard I was on my way
to go way
cuz I was in shock, it all came back
to me.
Have to start my life over.
Brick by brick.
Block by block.
The strongest material
so we can always stay together.
You did not push it.
You did not beg.
With the calmest, gentlest voice you said:
You were the most beautiful baby 
I'd ever seen.
Born on a Tuesday
I remember that day.
Six pounds nine ounces
however many inches long
and smiling away...

Can't believe I almost left you behind..
Like some puppy I can't take on a trip
that I can just toss aside
somewhere on a country road left wondering what you did wrong.
You are people.
You are my people, 
some of the best God made. So I dropped my plans ran and took a flying leap into your arms.

That darkness is still here 
but it isn't everywhere.
Its starting to fall behind 
will you dance with me on the other side?
And say we beat this 
we beat this thing.

I cried oceans for twelve whole months
and I will continue to off an on
until my Home is back...

But now I'm here ready to gve give give 
til I can barely walk walk walk
cuz I'm so worn out.
That's what I want.

Here I am take me back.

Trains will always be there.
Trains will come and trains will go..


Details | Haiku | |

Broken Love

Child in a stroller,
His mother young and joyful,
Yet dad has gone away.


Details | Free verse | |

God Rant

Why, God? Why?
Are you lonely? Do you not have enough
company? You mean to tell me
that it is so empty up in Heaven that you just
had to take my daughter’s mom? At 38 years old
you just had to have
her, didn’t you? I can picture it; all that room and
you’re just thinking, “Hmm, you know, I think I
need to make someone suffer for
a couple of months in front of her 8 year old
and 13 year old daughters, then take her
and have her up here to keep me company.” Yup,
I figure that’s pretty much what
You were thinking. Why else would you take
her? You needed a nurse that badly? She was a
good nurse in her day, you know. And
you forced my little, now 9 year old daughter to
be a nurse, taking care of her mom during the
months you saw fit to make her suffer. Yeah,
that was real necessary, huh? I suppose that’s
part of her training or her maturation process. How
much do you require of your subjects? What
price worship? Do you need blood to love? She’s
only nine years old! Why did you take
her mother? 
Why God, why?


March 29, 2008
We have rebounded well from this loss. My daughter is
happy and strong. I have since forgiven God and he
has forgiven me.


Details | Senryu | |

Lost Forever

Casey Anthony--
found not guilty, yet her child
is lost forever


Details | Dodoitsu | |

A missed poem

he carries his newborn child
passengers on the  backseat
a widower just cycles
no choice but his bike 

father and rickshaw rider
sad thoughts of his dead wife
lovingly holding his child
he rides with his fate

a girl feels her fathers love
happy passengers arrived
a widower and newborn
on their bike for life

@ Elly Wouterse

Form - a reality dodoitsu (if that form does not exist.......  maybe this is a reason...?? 
Note: About a,  great,  rickshaw rider 
Describing an image and a true story from India.(Mail on line Oktober 25th - an online newspaper ) about  - among other things - parental love, perseverance and hope... 


Details | I do not know? | |

When my world collapsed

I stand in front of your grave
You were so bold and brave
Death unexpected so full of life

Undeserving fate
My timing to late
That last night I saw you we had a fight

Guilt ridden struck me these past 4 years
I still occasionally leak tears
It's still surreal to not have you here with me and my sister

If there is a heavan please look down on us we need you
Were not doing great
I'm angry and full of hate

From losing you the prettiest mother 
My distant father
And my other baby sister

Lost forever burried six feet under
Free are suffering soul
Fill this expanding hole

To my lost family rest in peace I will forever love you


Details | Narrative | |

Today Is September 1 2007

On this day 16 years ago a beautiful baby girl was born.
As I cried they took her away.
My grandmother watching as if nothing were wrong.
Photos came for a brief moment then stopped
She was gone never to be herd from or seen.
It seemed as if she just vanished.
The agencies said her new family had moved.
No forwarding address to be found.
They apologize for the inconvenience.
Trying to convince me not to give up hope.
Hope what is this, something I find hard to have.
Years have come and gone and not a word.
The last photo I reserved she must have been 3 or 4 years old.
My search it still continues today, 
but not a trace of her or her family do I see.
On this the anniversary of her birth
 I still cry for the loss of my baby girl I bore so long ago.


Details | Verse | |

Face To Face

Joanna Davis

So many things to do today
My goodness I’ve no time to play
The washing, ironing, then the tea
tomorrow I’ll have more time for me!
Just let me get the shopping done,
can’t stop now…I’m on the run
So many things to hide behind
If there’s nothing to do~
Something I’ll find
I’ll dig myself in so deep
even my min’s no time to sleep
I can’t slow down or stop you see
or I might come face to face with me!


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Day I Dread

I know my life is moving slowly ahead
But there is a day coming that I dread.
It is the day I came to this earth.
It is the day to of my own birth.

For that was always the day
My children would display
Their handmade gifts of
Their devotion and love.

But my babies are now 5 years gone
And am trying not to be withdrawn.
But as this day draws near
I valiantly fight my tears.

But it is to no avail
As they lead their trail
Down my puffy face
As if they are in a race.

I am really really trying
Hard to keep from crying
As my heart is torn apart
But from me resolve departs.

The tears flow and flow
As my hurt does grow.
No one will remember me
As no one ever does you see.

God please forgive me
Lord please hear my plea.
Take care of my kids please
I am begging on my knees.

Never make this pain abate
As I know this was my fate.
Make sure they are in good care
And this soul wrenching pain I shall bare.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Wish You Were Here

We never think our lives,
are in vain.
We always believe we have purpose –
even amidst the pain.
Wish you knew.

It’s hard to watch a loved one stumble,
and drift away.
Yet, it’s more difficult to watch the misery –
while you try and make them stay.
Wish you cared.

I imagine the good years, was it reality
or some sick dream?
I consider the happy times,
were they what they seemed?
Wish you had stayed.

We weren’t enough to mask the misery –
or hide your resentful eyes .
In the end we weren’t your happiness –
weren’t important, life-long ties.
Wish you were happy.

We’re a vacant shell of memories,
darkened with a cold, distant emptiness.
We’re wretchedly dying inside daily –
our broken hearts you will forever possess.
Wish you were here.


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

BHP ~ Bringing Her Pain

we have to restitch
the skin of this planet
having gouged 
and blown up 
all that is good


we have dug at 
her eyes
with no thought
for her 
or ourselves


we have literally
ripped the epidermis
from her back
as she screamed for mercy


we have to bring 
her edges together
and saying a million prayers 
we need to give thanks 
for all her glory


we have to leave her 
to heal and rest,
as the farmer 
repose’s the field
so does the jockey 
rest the horse


she too must sleep


for what we have done
in a hundred years
she will take a thousand
in the healing


she is broken and bleeding
her gush stains the planet
her silent screams 
are finally heard
but is it too little too late


her scars are seen from space


will she bleed out
and die taking us with her ?


its inevitable one day she will


Details | Lyric | |

Hush Now

Hush now the angel says
She is trying to show me her ways
she is coming to me here
In pure white she takes away your fear
no more troubles await you
with no more worries to go through
feeling just a peaceful bliss
blessed with an angels kiss
it is time for you to leave
hush now the angel says
she is trying to show you her ways
time to cross that iron gate
for it is your fate
she takes your hand across that line
everything will finally be just fine
no longer trapped inside your body
for the angel has come to set you free
hush now the angel says
she is trying to show you her ways
she brings no more tears
she takes your hand and you both disappear
hush now the angel says
you can now watch over your family in so many ways

by bettie l. avery for my mom Marge Ashton-Avery may you rest in peace now mom I love you mom


Details | Free verse | |

Hate

A stinging pain falls upon my face making my vision turn red. 
I look up into your eyes and see nothing but the rage and hate in your souls windows,
How could someone be so angry?
How can you go day to day knowing what you do?
I was kind, I was good.
But you made me like this.

Hit,
	After Hit,
			After Hit,

Put me deeper,
		And deeper, 
				And deeper,

Into the dark where there was only a spark of hope left 
But that even started fading as you continued to throw you anger at me.
Was I the one who made you like this?
Me your ’one and only’
How could someone be so angry?
How can you go day to day knowing what you do?
I was brave, I was slipping.

Fading,
		And fading,
				And fading,

Into a deep,
		   Deep,
				Deep,

Darkness that made me lose my mind
You made me like this.
I can finally throw my anger at you.
How does it feel now mother?
You cry and ask me to stop, but did you ever listen?
Me your ‘one and only’
How could I be so angry?
How can I go day to day knowing what I do?

Very,
		Very,
				Very,

Simple.

I can go day to day knowing that I made myself free,
Of all the hate you would throw at me.
Can you handle mine?


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye

Without care,
Without restraint,
Without plans,
Without worries,
Without tears,
Without regret,
Without him,
Without her,
Without fear,
Without hurt.
She leaves today…
With nothing.


Details | Free verse | |

Omens

Omens
- - - - -
The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields;
on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers
and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly,
are completing the composition of waiting.

She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man 
hold his patience  all these while; believed peace will come.
Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous 
like secret language which mystic nomads speak. 

She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils.
A long wait for her son, returning from town, 
from the all consuming town where he has gone
long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return.

She again watched for God’s language. Let him come.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

But A Whisper Pt 1

                                              But a Whisper From the Childs perspective
                                                              Part 1 of 2
                                           
In my minds’ eye this life that I see is my very own upon your knee.
While I was in heaven in the heart of God waiting to be born,
I was full of excitement anticipating I wanted a Mother to adore.

I wanted a Mother to hold me tight, safe within her arms.
Raise me good give me love and keep me safe from harm.

I wanted a mother, who’ll bounce me on her knee, 
And give me sweet candy and kisses.
And when I’m away, on her mind I’ll stay, for it’s me she always misses.

A Mother to shape and mold me to be all I can be.
So when I’m older and out in the world I can make her proud of me.

A Mother to teach me of kool-aid and Jesus, baseball and football too.
A Mother that I can look at and say, I wanna be just like you.


I’ve had lots of time to think about what I want to be.
But I have the strangest feeling the worlds not ready for me.

So I must go back to the heart of God and stay for a little while,
But that’s ok for I have seen my dear sweet Mommas smile.

In my minds I you kissed me but a moment, A lifetime in a flash.
Although I knew you but a whisper, forever your memory will last.

                                                


Details | Free verse | |

LET ME SLEEP

I sleep so can I dream

to find me in a world I can be

to play with my dad while

My mom waits for me

with several cups of tea

Distant relations I not even know

Childhood friends forgotten long ago

tug along and raise a lot of cheer

I find myself cocooned

in the midst of near and dear

God wakes me to the reality of hell

O’ No! I want to sleep for ever

and stay in my happy dreams

As I stand near the grave

I shoo away the birds around

My dad is dreaming deep inside

Leave me at peace, let me sleep


Details | Monorhyme | |

DIGGING

The funeral cars. lights on, were moving out
across the much familiar travelled road,
a stronger male, the coach. was digging out
his P. O. box  ~  "is moving from the flood!"

The elder in the ground, the grocer's  lot
a Mother, hospitality's begot
had served for many years, the hungry towns,
now nestled with her own, the same as crowned!

So many years - fulfillment has its plot
to nurture from the core ~ then be forgot
is not the vestige' moor, 'tis now the heart
remembrance as a store, good times and not!

To see it, parallels do not take seam
within one moment's span ~ my cornered block,
the stronger coach ~ his shovel, P. O.'s box
and then the coffin's resting on its ream.

The grave is ready, empty chairs in row
all readiness, the digging seems bestow
as action, one moves up, other below,
it is the strength in kind that says it so!

Thus rounding just my corner, this once more
held all of living's wisdom in one toll
we spend our life in digging to and fro,
the old, the young, the in-betweener's goal!

I said goodbye, the grocer's mother's sow
now down to Earth, the strong coach on the go,
I thought it through, the mound, the shovel's flow
all moving at a pace ~ digging's escrow!

And to the Coach, his next assignment's fate
made friendly comment, mine not under-rate,
the mail I gathered rightly at the road,
tomorrow's fate not estimate .  .  .  the score!












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Unfair

A pet to me isn't an animal.
 He or she is family, one that we love.
When they are taken away too soon, 
 You know that they're in Heaven above.

Not one, but two kitten died this week,
 Its unfair, we loved them, and my heart is broke.
We have a funeral for Lois, and two days later, 
 We bury Jasper, it's enough to make me choke.

I choke on the words of my prayer, 
 And I almost can't finish as I began to sob.
They had cheated death once, and to have two
 die in two days, makes my heart and soul throb.

I miss their furry faces and their playful ways.
 I cry and cry until my eyes are dry and raw.
When they were born and actually lived, 
 since I helped revived them I was in awe.

Well when one door closes, another opens.
 A different Mommy abandoned her babies.
Our cat was so sad and moping around, 
 We thought to ourselves well maybe, just maybe.

Three kittens without a mommy to love, 
 A mommy that needed to fill her void.
We introduced them to her, and to our surprise, 
 She took to them IMMEDIATELY and was overjoyed. 

Not that Edward Jacob (E.J.), Malik, and Nova
 can take the place of the kittens taken from her.
She now has new babies, she loved from the start.
 And today was the first time in days, I heard that motherly purr.


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I'm Special Too

I know I'm not perfect and make mistakes.
Yes, I'm temperamental and things may break.
My moods are intolerable; this I agree,
but why is it so hard to accept and love me?

Your only daughter and a bond should be,
but this we’ll never have; I now finally see.
You choose your favorites and criticize me,
while all I’ve searched for is love from thee.

I no longer dwell over who you “think I am”,
coming to my senses of a mother's loving scam.
All my loyalty and love has never been enough,
as motherly caresses are still callously rough.

Thank you mom for lessons, on "how to be a mom".
Watching observantly your lack of motherly charm.
I’m special too mom, although you may disagree.
I’ve discarded the longing of an unheard weeping plea.

You have your golden child, who can do no wrong.
Then your baby; co-dependently feeding him all along.
I’m the mediocre child; invisible to those beautiful eyes,
turning your back on me, not hearing my painful cries.

Don’t be proud and love me for the creation you did make.
I’ve exhausted all avenues; my need for you was my mistake.
I still love you mom, although my heart is torn apart,
but I’m a woman now and it's time for a fresh new start.


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home land my claims my status false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines, to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....


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THE LANTERN

A lantern to spill the flaming way
Unmeshed milestones, flooded today
You always record, a thousand things to say
And now, as your wall-paper, their curling away

I’ve left this lantern
An encore to a siren, droning, beneath a factory of glass
To the frowning, reading, repeating what they say
While not knowing? Toe to heal: way my come

A lantern to spill the flaming way
Unmeshed milestones, flooded today
You always record, a thousand things to say
And now, within wall-paper, thoughts withering away...




(This poem is dedicated to all the mothers we lost to alzheimers...)


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Missing Piece

I love you and your never going to realize that
You will never realize how much this hurts
Or how much I miss talking to you
You will never realize that I feel like a piece of me is gone.
You won’t care that I want my mother
And you won’t care that through everything
No matter what
I will always love you
It doesn’t matter how I feel about you
Because you will never feel that way about me.
And even through time
I can honestly say
That pain will still be there
I will never get over it
And I will always hurt
And time won’t make it better
I will always cry and wish you were here
But it won’t matter
I will never be good enough 
Or do the right thing in your eyes
I wish I could live up to your expectations
But I fear I never will 
And I want you to know
As long as your gone
A piece of me has died and I’m empty inside
Where you held that place
I know it won’t matter
But all the same I want you to know.


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To a Mother Waiting

Under a moonlit sky the calmness you long
Is slowly breathing in your heart a cool desert
Is longed by the warm wind is blown by time.
A long still surviving road ahead
And the road a high grade of shadows is gray
And the night above a quiet landscape.

It is how the moon can see you now.
Tomorrow the sun will long for you 
The longing that you were the long deep 
Breathing that you were or nothing about the glare 
Of the moonlight could ever make you see 

The soundness of waiting 
Upon the road the sun 
Will singe on a thin earth.


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Go Away Baby

One night long ago
I felt as though
You were nothing to me
everybody tried to make me see
I went to a clinic
Where they took you away
Gone forever
You didn't have a chance to pray
I didn't know you
You were to young
You could have lived
You could have clung
You had two feet
And ten tiny toes
You could see 
Until the harsh blows
You're dead now
I chose the wrong way
I made a mistake 
And you had to pay!


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Deserve

Who the hell is he to tell me I don't deserve my kids
That they should be with him simply because they're his
Well they certainly don't deserve this
Someone who only has them for his own selfish needs and wants
Do this, do that, he barks and what not
In his delusional mind, he's never done anything wrong
The day will come when he will fall because they will overcome him and be strong
I'll see to it, as I from a distance observe
Cause then he will finally get what he truly deserves

Who the hell is she to say to me that I don't deserve the man I love
Just because she's the one whose there with him don't mean she's the one he dreams of
What does she think they're a match made from the heavens above?
This coming from someone who needed, from him before, her space
He's the only man I long to embrace
While she ran and it was him, she couldn't face
Because she claimed, she had to find her footing, and slow down the pace
However, she played him for second best; she didn't ever really want him
Yeah that's right, what she was doing was hoping to get back the guy she really wanted
The guy she had been captivated by, leaving her feeling, without that guy, daunted
She took and waved that guy in his face, yeah she flaunted
Yet I'm the one, by the memory of the man I love, left here being haunted
Damn it, I'm the one who’s taunted
Brought down to my knees
Needing so much to be held by him endlessly
However, I hold on to our moments and keep them well preserved
Cause I know he and I being together is what we both deserve

Who are you to whisper inside a scream
That I don't deserve to dream
Even if it may end up hurting me
Don't try putting in my head what I should or shouldn't believe
I'm allowed to see what I want to see
And be who I want and choose to be
I can and will do this on my own
Yet in this endeavor, I'm not alone
I have friends and family that love me no matter what
Yep without a doubt, or how deep the hole or rut
They're right there holding out their hand
Not like some people before in my past that would bury their heads in the sand
No longer do I have to be the one whose picked on or called names
No more do I have to be called last to play any of their silly games
Never again will I let anyone control me that I lose the person I became
No way will I ever again give my love, heart, or soul away in vain
Nope I won't be her not that shy girl who sat there so timid and reserved
Cause that's not at all what I deserve


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Baby Girl Of Mine

I wrote this to help someone special to me:

I lost my daughter today.
Sadness threatens to overwhelm me.
Grief consumes my every thought.
 
Pain fills my entire body.
The words send a shock to my heart.
My legs fail me as I fall to the floor
Knowing it was to come,
Realizing it is in God’s will,
Nothing makes it easier to deal with.
 
My heart crumbles under the weight
I know all the pieces will never be found.
A wound created that will never heal.
A constant reminder of what is gone.
 
Desire to become a forever family.
Hope of taking away too much pain.
Dreams of her eyes filling with child like joy.
Plans of everyday growing up and learning
All cause to mourn, all things I won't get to again see.
 
I long for the comfort others might have,
Joy her in the arms of someone who truely loves her,
Peace in knowing she is being properly cared for.
The knowledge that we will be together again.
 
I lost my daughter today.
There are no kisses to brighten my soul.
No grave to visit and seek refuge at.
The rest of the world will never notice,
For the daughter I lost was never really mine.
 
She is alive somewhere else 
Not by my choice but by theirs
For it is not I that gets to kiss her good night
I lost my daughter today at yet it is like the world does not care
Really she was more mine than theirs... 
 
I lost my daughter today...
I lost my daughter today...
Don't worry baby girl we will be together ....
someday..!


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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten



" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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My Daddy Was a Fly Boy

In honor of Father's Day - here is one of the tributes I wrote to my father and my 
mother who was both father and mother to 4 kids.

My Daddy was a fly boy
My Mom an Army nurse
They met back in the second war
When the world was at its worse

She was stationed in the Philippians
He was stationed in the air
They somehow found each other
And became a loving pair

They were married in October
When the war was through
She planned to raise a family
And that’s just what she would do

And he kept right on flying
Then Korea came around 
He said my place is in the air
Not down here on the ground

So she stayed safely grounded
While he flew off to war
And in-between those secrete flights
Came children numbered four

Then one night in October
His plane did not return
They searched his route from end to end
Yet nothing could they learn

No oil slick upon the sea
No debris anywhere
No sign of him or of his plane
He just vanished from the air

But Mom, she never gave up hope
That someday he’d be found
She waited for her fly-boy
Till she was heaven bound

We pray they’re back together
As true lovers all should be 
And that they go on loving
For all eternity

Yes - my Daddy was a fly boy
Back in the 2nd war
We lost him in Korea 
When I was only four
My Momma was an Army nurse
Served in the Philippians
They married when the war was ‘ore
Fulfilling perfect dreams


Mdailey	12/29/09


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Her Voice Still Haunts It

I hear her calling tearing me 
In so many directions these sweet
Voices your voices my voices
Haunt me and I scream back at 
Them give me peace of mind in
Turmoil cause I still hear me utter
Letters composing poems disguised 
As your name whispers yesterday is not
Forgotten so I turn expecting your
Smile to greet me and it does so I reach
Out to touch your skin but it’s cold pictures 
Don’t keep me sane anymore cloud nine
Memories trigger tears I’ve begged myself 
Never reveal the secrets my eyes bleed sheer
And salty this manmade seawater crashes
Over my face so I fall to my knees offer
Prayers to Poseidon’s mother she won’t
Answer either so I scream louder awaken 
Myself from Hades’ slumber but I’ve begun
To rot already my heart powders dried blood
Through my veins cause I tried to slit my
Wrists again now I can’t even bleed enough to
End my life so I nightmare about your eyes again
This two woman lynching mob their nooses
Paint my neck red with gypsy curses on my first
Dead son holds his weeping mother as her husband
Is judged he sold my soul to God then stole it
Back and gave it to Satan’s angels their bounty
Was more ten ejaculated drops of gold no longer 
Pad-locked within your life giving vault heisted 
At my request a sin my voice calls it her
Voice still haunts it...  

To Be Continued...


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Always Shine

Tame thy shattered heart, with thou tragic tears;
of lost love tyrannies, of many truth less years.
I give you back my heart, fort it’s near a bust;
a ruptured, leaking vessel, pumps hatred and lust.

As the stars shine brightly, they softly speak your name;
the tongue slips gently, and casts it’s shameless blame.
Near a deadly defeat, of a broken spiritual bliss –
Casts one vibrant, beautiful star, which we’ll forever miss.

I’ll relinquish this guilt of who must now be found;
this diminishing self-serving star, whose now never around.
As the night turns into darkness, I’ll search for that star –
just to capture a glimpse, of this brilliant stellar very far.

And when I’m sad and lonely and are in need of my friend;
I’ll always remember that fading star and this broken heart I tend.
I’ll close my teary, weary eyes, and cast a wish far above –
Shine, shine little star – so brightly filled with love.


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Tater Sack Annie

On a raft in the river tied to a tree, lived in an old woman of whom most folks made fun. She didn't talk much, most thought she was dumb. Kids being curious, and the summer being hot, the cool of the river drew our disobedient lot. We kids soon discovered the crude raft and the tent. We oddly made friends with its strange occupant. Tried as we might to find out her name. All we got was a smile from the toothless old dame. One thing for certain we kids soon found out. Social graces she lacked, but her kindness made up for that fact. Times being tough and money being tight, often we kids confided our plight. She didn't care if we were dirty or poor. She loved her little friends all the more. We didn't mind her fashion was lack. She wore a dress made from and old "tater sack." What troubled us was she didn't have a name. We didn't care from where she came. One day as we sat on the bank, a thought came to mind. We were disgusted with folks being unkind. "Everybody's got a name," said one. "Let's call her 'Tater Sack Annie'", said another, so it was done. Annie smiled at us. She liked her new name. She didn't say much, just smiled again. She motioned for us kids to her camp for lunch. She always fed our whole bunch. Fried taters, catfish and greens. All of us believed she was a woman of means. Several summers went by. One year the fall came. A saturday night, folks out for a lark. Didn't see Annie walking home in the dark. Somebody sent, and a somber Sherriff came, "Anybody her know her name?" He spoke to the group. Two boys stepped forward, both knelt to a stoop. "That's our 'Tater Sack Annie'", they spoke in a low tone. Both their faces ashen and as white as bone. Today in a churchyard no monument gleams. Only a simple stone reads, "Annie a lady of means."

Written by my grandmother Sandra Burch


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My Mother

My eyes begin to tear as I look at this in a sort of fear
Your last year was not one of much good cheer
You fought to stay here as long as you could keep in gear
Just enough to hear we all loved and held you dear
Even though you'll be gone year after year
your love and memory we'll keep real near


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and the word is:

A dream. To lie upon the moist ground. 
And to feel. What planets feel. 
A vision. I lie to everyone who speaks. 
Just to know. What u must know. 
She's got a fate that reminds her of a past that reminds me of everyday here without u. 
This is all just heresy. 
This is all just rhetoric. 
An undue reference for the things we couldn't show. 
A pregnant absence; for the things we will never be. 
Every page of every bible, koran, talmud, library book, nursery rhyme, journal, autobiography, bedtime story. 
Every pain, shock, flower, day, night, truth, lie, fairy tale and astrological chart. 
All the rage, jealousy, bitter biting heart, cold and faith and fraudulent shadows baring down. 
All the new ones and all the old ones, addictions and compulsions, obsessions and chaos. 
I dream. I feel. I lie my back against the cold, moist earth. 
And I feel. What u had to have felt. 
In the last days. In your last dreams. 
I place my hand against the empty, staring sky. 

And I know. 
If I push my little insignificant finger away from the star its holding onto
It will all be traced right back to u

And the WORD is: mother


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Angel Like No Other

Remarkable mother devoted wife
Forty seven years with her partner in life
Before he passed, rarely apart
He was her rock, she his heart

Unprepared to live alone at age sixty eight
But that didn’t stop her from buying a new gate
Painting the walls of the house in every room
Pulling up old tile, remodeling the bathroom

Installing French doors, taking out the trash
Clearing out the yard, removing dead grass 
Repairing the interior liner of the pool at dawn 
Tending the garden, mowing the lawn

Unusually brilliant gourmet chef  
Her cooking skills are above the best
Hell’s Kitchen’s-Chef Ramsey would agree
Once tasting her chicken cacciatore   

No cookbook to create anything great
Only flour, eggs and an oven to bake
Swedish limpa bread with anise
Her minestrone soup makes a feast

Her intention is not to shock or impress 
It just so happens she does with finesse
Whether gardening, painting or cooking
She is constantly busy doing something

Her acrylic or charcoal painting of old barns,
Run down tractors, country homes and farms
On a canvas, a saw, a fence or jar
Surpass any artist I have seen by far

Need an article researched, a recipe, or ride
She’ll stop whatever to be by your side
Never self involved not out of greed
Rather motivated by another’s need

My mother is the rarest angel on earth
Supremely selfless yet full of self worth
Unknowingly inspiring even to a stranger
Simply by modeling her unusual good nature

I feel so blessed that she is my mother
She loves and listens better than any other
A miraculous role model, balanced and whole
I love that I am part of her and share her soul

We cry as easily at displays of affection or pain
We both love snow and the sound of the rain
We are both, productive, sensitive and dedicated
Creative, independent, giving and self motivated

No one else I’d rather be than her daughter
I am the luckiest to have her as my mother
Her only girl and forever will always be
And she is an angel like no other to me 

 




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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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FINAL NESTING BOX

You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon become.

I stroked this woman 
now bent back to foetus pose.
Once sworled to shell, 
wrapped inside myself,
Safe.
Now boned to carcass stick.

I wanted to hold one more time,
my child, 
frightened the last air would puff to nought from its hollowed breast.
But my sparrow turned and smiled,
a grimace to crack open any gates of envisaged hell.
Macabre teeth, once glowing love and laughter to the skies,
Now pecked to ochre stalks.

The pitiful bird pained to move.
Mucous mouth clacked open wide
To receive some lasting morsel of life.
Only its beady blue gaze 
flashed a soul of its former self, 
eyes to haunt the sea.
I swallowed back my tide of tears,  
waves of memory flooding sands of life we’d shared,
from fledgling dawn cry to this,
the final nesting box.

I wanted to stuff this cot with down 
of a million eider.
To cosset and hold soft this scrawn, gnawed through. 
Pluck teal, goose, swan.
‘Who would have thought it would come to this?’ it croaked a laugh.
I matched smile with smile.
I held the tiny claw.
Desperate not to cling too much to pain, 
too much to past.

I wanted to wrap up this dying bird 
Limp, in my hanky.
White folded white, fold on fold.
Run through the streets
shouting at the world, at some unseen power.
NO. 
She’s mine. She’s safe. Take me. 
What cruelty did I do?  
What evil must be stuffed in this maternal breast
To hold this daughter dust in my arms?


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Mama!

I touch her cheeks with my lips
somethings seems amiss...
for no warmth greets my kiss

I touch my hand to her wrist
no sign, even the least...
can fate deal such bitter twist?


Immobile, she lies on her bed 
it sinks slowly in my head...
my lovely mother... is dead!


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Slaughter

My tears flood me, my mind boggles, and my fears are real.
I see blood gushing, her head severed, death unveiled.
Fear of my life, fear in my mind, I was three.
He lift his hand, machete clutched tight, it was daddy.
A quick swoosh, dead silence, mommy froze.
Her body fluttered, her blood spurted out, she groaned.
He looked at me, spotted with blood, his eyes gloat.
Dropped the machete; picked up his gun; pointed to his throat.
A loud bang, I jumped, he fell.
I now realize both my parents are dead.


Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


Details | Elegy | |

Goodbye Mommy

Standing 'round the stone
waiting to say goodbye,
how do you say the words
when your heart is empty.
Nothing can prepare you
for the pain of loss
when you lose someone so
close to you.
Waiting for the words
to come forward from
your lips, yet nothing
emerges past the pain.
Then you hear a soft
voice nearby saying
that which you
cannot;
Goodbye Mommy.


Details | I do not know? | |

loved one

a smile upon my face
warmth inside my heart
this is what I felt
when we began to start
in a different place
and at another time
a love for ever broken
now no longer mine
you begin to fade away
left presence I can’t see
but I can feel you here
still watching over me
your a whisper I can’t here
and a touch that I can’t feel
I’m talking to you now
I love you and always will


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Wish You Were Here Mom

Our Father in heaven gave us a special gift.
Mom was one who kept us from going a drift.

The sound of her voice took away our fears.
Mom was the one who heard our tears.

She had a gift for calming and healing.
Mom alway knew how we were feeling. 

When it was hard to hold on to life’s rope.
Mom was the one who taught us how to cope

She would tell us to get on our knees every day.
Mom was the one who taught us how to pray.

Her words are with us for we are apart.
Mom loved us deeply with all her heart.

We reach our arms up to heaven and wish we could touch.
Mom we just want you to know we still love you very much.

Edward J. Ebbs - Written 4/07/2013, for eulogy, Mom's Funeral


Details | Classicism | |

The Christmas Gift

Christmas time is here again. 
And the snow falls to the ground. 
It hasn't been that long ago. 
Since last years came around. 
The seasons sneak up on us in no time at all. 
As the New Years swiftly go by
The gift that you gave me each Christmas eve. 
Was a wonderful, sweet peace of mind. 
You never took the Christ out of Christmas. 
His birth was the focus so clear. 
No you never took the Christ out of Christmas. 
You taught me to hold him so near. 
I know in my life full of struggle and strife. 
Where to turn even though you're not here. 

There were those that were touched by your giving 
Your compassion reached far and wide 
The hungry, the helpless and those with no home 
You feared not the dark of the night 

Of all the gifts I’ve gotten from Christmas’s of old 
Shinny toys beneath an evergreen tree 
The gift you shared that stays ever close to my heart 
Is the lesson of Christ’s love for me 

So thanks for the memories Mama 
My childhood was filled with much joy 
I know you’re with God in the heavenly home 
And I love you, your sweet baby boy 

 

 
David Pennington


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Alternate Reality

The lonely evening falls again
The night is fast becoming my favourite friend
Where the moon it shimmers all over your skin
Let out the bad vibes
Invite the freedom in
Ride we must our dreams through the night
The hazy traffic stickiness fading
Leading traces of forgotten memories
Blank as these sheets of paper the future awaits
The past flutters, torn out notebooks
Ashes in the rain
It was there I saw you
Lying in the dirt
Blackened eyes crying
Little fingers tug my senses open
A drugged-up film
These memories toxic and sweet
Passing through veins and skin
Flesh and bones
Everything will break
Only the strong will survive


Details | Elegy | |

Elegy

I miss my mom...the heart of my soul!


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My baby My angel

A beautiful soul inside and out, taken before your time. Never getting to see the life that was ment to be. You were apart of me, my own flesh and blood. There is no greater love than the love we shared. A bond between a mother and her child, an unbreakable bond till the end of time. I would do anything to protect you, from any and all harm, but you fate was sealed from the time you were conceived. My angel, my saving grace, the apple of my eye. I only had you for a short time but i loved you so muc, but now your gone. You will alway's have my heart till the end of time.


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

Abortion

You walk the world cold-heartedly
not thinking to mourn
the life of which you chose to end
before it was even born.

What if it was a little girl?
She could have been your best friend.
Big blue eyes and piggy tails, 
she could have had your grin.

Or what if it was a little boy
who loved his Mommy so..?
But Mommy didn't love him back, 
she didn't let him grow.

She could have been a doctor, 
and found the cancer cure.
He could have been a rock star, 
and around the world he'd tour. 

They could have cherry-topped the lives
of a loving couple somewhere
who tried and tried but couldn't seem 
to have a child that was theirs.

But you're still "Mommy" either way, 
so in heaven they'll wait for you.
To meet you, and hug you and hear you say
"My baby, I love you too."


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a white space-part4

(Eliza paces restlessly finding herself back at the door)

Eliza: Martha, I'm going through...and I want you to come with me.

Martha: I like it here, I...

Eliza: I know. I know you like it, but it''s not enough is it? You know what I think? I think our babies are behind that door. Nothing could draw a mother like this but her baby. (She pauses. She can see she''s getting through to her)
Can you really wake up feeling empty, lacking, pretend, again? So our babies might not be behind that door. It might be the doorway to hell. It's worth the risk...isn't it?

Martha: I...I can't go without Missie.

(A long pause as something changes in Missie''s face. Her concrete expression gives way to something Martha barely recognises, despite having lived with her for ten years. She looks troubled)

Missie: What if he''s there...my baby. He''d be ten now. All confused and hating his mother for wanting to give him up.

Eliza(she begins to understand Missie for the first time): You could talk to him. Try to make him understand.

Missie: He wouldn''t. He just wouldn''t.

Martha: At least you can say you tried.

Missie: Go...go without me.

(Martha embraces her. A motherly hug that she''s been wanting to give for fifty years)

Missie: You guys are gonna be great mothers.

(Martha and Eliza take a deep breath, hold hands and pass through the door, which emits a bright white light. It closes behind them, leaving Missie in what now seems to be a very large, very empty room. She climbs onto the bed, sits cross legged, taking a doll from beneath the sheets, stroking its hair and weeping)

Missie: I''m sorry baby. I am so sorry.

(She looks silently towards the door labelled ''depart'', and wipes a tear from her cheek. The lights dim)


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A Mother With No Child

It's the saddest story you will ever hear
Tragedies, can't even come near
It's about a lonely woman with no child
She wanted one to make her life go wild
A young lively kid who brings trouble
Average would be fine, even double
She wants to bear a child so badly 
Never ever will she have one, sadly
All the kids and parents have such joy
Their bonds are always ready to employ
She cares for all kids, like a mother
As if they were her own, not another
But she never felt the parenting bond
Of that, she's not quite fond
Blames herself for all the mistakes
Never knew life will sour her cakes
She goes mad day after day
When will her kid ever come to play?
Will she ever break out of this sorrow?
Will there be a brighter tomorrow?
Waiting for her eternal dream 
A ray of hope to fall, a beam
Some miracle to coincide
So she is no longer, the mother with no child


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God's Opinion

A baby is born Under a Jewish star His mother weeps All around her is marching That torturous sound haunting her day and night Here in a basement they hide Hiding for days, for weeks, for months Her faith is failing the propaganda is overwhelming But she waits in that basement Hiding in that dark nothingness She hears glass breaking All around her are screams That torturous sound haunting her day and night She wakes one day from the sound of boots Walking down the stairs A man in black unstraps his helmet Showing his clean cut hair As he discards his cigarette He pulls out his Luger She weeps The man in black puts away his pistol Leaving behind two dead bodies And some who are starving, sick, and weak Huddled in quarters worse then barns Look up to the heavens And wonder why the world should go on And a baby is born


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Cloud Watching

Cloud Watching



Grass tickling your neck
white pillows across the sky
           Your own gallery


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Drugs Make Me Happy

Remember when getting high was climbing up the tree, and we could see the sky and feel 
as if I could let go and fly and never open my eyes having that feeling that I would never 
die. Getting high, on dads shoulders, seeing the trees and buzzing bees, the place for 
where I could see everything and be happy. Getting high meant flying on the swings, 
through the air, having the wind blow through our hair. Being high was pretending to fly 
like a plane, through a cold winters day with pouring rain on that saturday. Grandma use 
to pick us up and raise us high like The smoke rising from her sweet baked pies. Being 
high was to go snort cocaine everyday. It made me feel strong for no one could prove me 
wrong, I stayed on it so long that I didn’t know right from wrong. I was confused and 
started to be abused but always refused to just give up and loose. Ecstasy Made me high 
and I started to act so alive party and rave all the time, being so blind to all the hearts I 
pushed aside left to rot and die, But I didn't care because I was to stubborn to accept the 
truth that was right in front of my eyes. Speed made me high that I started feel pleasure 
and had no guilt inside even though I started to live A lie and always tried to deny the 
things I hid deep down inside. It made me commit crimes and runaway from all the times 
I made my mother cry, and I would cry because I no longer knew how to survive because 
I forgot the meaning to Try. Remember when getting high was climbing up the tree, and 
we could see the sky and feel as if I could let go and fly and never open my eyes having 
that feeling that I would never die? I finally climbed that tree and let go And felt the wind 
blow, I began to fly and feel so naturally high. But I woke up and realised that I am no 
longer alive, I overdosed and became so alive that i ended up committing suicide. They 
say when you die, you see your whole life flash before your eyes. All I saw was the way 
my mother cried cursing at all the times I lied, and watching my friends turn their backs 
when my only friend started to be crack. It became A sickness for it was my addiction, 
thee only way to rid of it was to die and leave all my sadness behind. But I am happy now 
that I am in heaven finally belong side, my family and friends that I pushed aside all those 
times whilst I listened to the demon inside my heart and my mind, Because Drugs Make 
Me Happy.
 
- Wiko Te Maru


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Pennies from Heaven

Copper pennies she would save throughout her younger years,
to indulge in penny poker with her husband and her friends.

She’d tuck away her winnings in her special penny tin, 
hoping each and every week that she would win again.

But alas her nights of poker would come crashing to an end,
with her husband’s passing followed by the death of poker friends.

She kept her tin of pennies for the memories they possessed,
their significance in her life was more extraordinary in her death.
 
For when she passed the hurt was so intense I could not bear, 
for her gift of life to me was gone, my soul was in despair.

Then suddenly without warning pennies started to appear, 
strategically left in places to remind me that she’s here.

The places I have found them are remarkable I attest,
like atop of my salt shaker, for to her salt was the best.

I found one on my keyboard as she knows the time I spend,
working diligently on a computer from morning till day’s end. 

Of all the twelve I’ve found so far, the most incredible I think,
is the one left on my birthday in the center of my sink.

For each one I receive I thank my mom from deep inside,
For sending pennies from heaven makes my aching hurt subside.
  
This story is quite sincere, so I felt it must be told,
As all my pennies from heaven are as precious as pure gold.


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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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Another Place

A different address, a different place
While we’re still running, they’ve finished the race

They’re resting in peace with God above
But we’re left crying for our undying love

At the moment of conception, you were ours to hold
But nobody knew what the future would hold

Every year comes around, the month of May
We’re left empty- handed on Mother’s Day

No body to love that we can see of feel,
But the fact still remains, the baby was real

Are we less of a woman?  Are we less of a mother?
If out children were here, they would want no other

They’re no less our babies, cause we don’t see their face
They’re just at a different address, in a different place


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That November Day

I will never forget that cold day in November.
It will be a day I will forever remember.

Anxiously sitting in the courtroom,
Praying that this day does not end in doom.

All the testifying that day is said and done.
I am nervously awaiting my fate and that of my sons.

The judge is gone but only an hour,
The expression she is wearing is quite dour.

She sits down at her bench and gives her verdict to me.
They are going to take my sons, the three.

She says I am not a good mother,
She says her choice was no other.

I sit there in disbelief and stun,
I cannot believe they are taking my sons!

She won't let me say goodbye,
I am not given the chance to try!

I sit there in that vile room and cry,
Please wake me from this dream and tell me it is a lie.

Unfortunately it is no dream and I lose my breath,
This is hell for me, without the death.

I try to make sense of this some, 
But I cannot, I am way too numb!

Life without my babies, this cannot be,
Please someone just answer me!

What I have ever done,
To make me lose my sons?

I thought I was doing right,
By asking for help that night.

God, If only a warning had been given,
I would not have made that decision!

You would think the pain would go away,
It does not, it is still with me today.


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Brought up my late Grandmother (2005)

Grandmother Grandmother can’t you see
That all of you is a part of me
Whether you were absent you were not
I have got everything you have got
Grandmother Grandmother you fed me strong
Even though you were gone all along


I love you and miss you so much


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Once a child birth

Once a child birth.
 it is  Saturday,
 a  day of a new life
hardly  in suffering mind
a child once born,
born through abyss detriment
of motor contract expansion
expanding in contract pain voice
the voice in agony pain play
like a sheep playing in the ocean
of glory  laughter 
yet in a state of being a child
mother shout in groan of pain
deliverance
      aah-i can't , i can't
complaining twice, thrice and
congealed in  froze
frozing yonder outside of thy world,
in a sleeping wool of white color
the wool of which her baby lade 
crying endlessly from long way of 
 walked
a baby mother finally relief and
ended kicking the bucket full of water.
but yet cry,shout ,yelled hilaring,commotion
all join in depravity
a child mother no longer dwelth ,nor breath
in the world humans
rather  went to the world of  dead
In hail may her exist in paradise.


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I Made It This Way

As time passes
So do all the new things you learn
	Unable to watch you grow
Hurts more than  I can handle
Pain so deep
Hidden within
	Fighting its way to the surface
Wanting to explode
My heart  never  as whole
	As it did the day I held you in my arms
Looking back at me
Your innocent eyes
So precious ~ So pure
	Perfect little baby
My perfect baby boy
How can you forgive me
Letting you go
	My son
Never know how much mommy loves you
	Replays in my mind over and over again
Why you’re gone
Reality of it all
Mommy let you go
  Gave up on what I was born to do…
	Have
Love and protect you 
All the wonderful things mommy was supposed to do
HATE ME
Kills me inside
	Leaves me numb
Realize ~ I didn’t choose you
When all you needed was me
		FAILED
I failed at what God blessed me with
  Baby boy
		Sorry
I miss you everyday
Want to lie down
	Just die
Cold
     Dark
           Alone inside
I made it this way
My baby
	Not 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 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


Details | I do not know? | |

Musical Notes That Soothe The Soul

You come home with a grim expression
Ignoring the screaming and fighting
Another trashed night of insults and threats from your parents
Blams flying left and right but the only thing you can think about is getting to your santuary
Placing the headphones on, blocking the noises of broken glass and collapsing bodies
You hit play quickly and soon your day has suddenly become more bareable
You relax finally and lay yourself down on your floor
Holding yourself in the fetal position, hugging your knees tightly
You close your eyelids and take a deep breath
No more fighting
No more sadness
Only happiness and joy fill your mind
The beats and different tones coarse through your ears not screams and insults
You tap your index fingure on your knee to the beat of the music
Humming and singing to the lyrics
You begin to imagine your own little world where you can escape to
You smile widely as you see your parents looking at you and grinning back
They invite you into their arms for a warm embrace
You take it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment
You cry tears of happiness and bliss
You look up to them and you say: "I Love you"
But when your world suddenly began to fade away 
and reality came into view
You brace yourself for the blow to your stomach
Crashing to the ground, you hold youself and cover your face
Your mother shouting and pleading your father to stop
Your hair being pulled, slamming you against the wall
Grabbing your arms tightly he squeezes as hard as he could, hearing the crunch
Your blood curdling scream doesn't phase him a bit
Your mother tries to help you but he slams her into the corner of the wall
You slump to your floor again, laying there as you have a clear view of what is happening
Suddenly a knife comes raining down, you hold out your arm
Your mother now is suffering pain so severe 
He comes up to you and roughly kicks your face
He leaves as you hear tires screaching and slowly the sound fades away
Now the only thing you hear is your so called 'little world' behind you
As your vision suddenly turns black


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Watching

I watched

I watched when I was younger, a woman lose her life

To a man, to a rock, to a knot, and never become a wife.

I watched when I was seven the most beautiful woman alive

She was oh so amazing, with big brown eyes

And two dimples at the corner of her smile

Before and now, she has walked a thousand.

I watched a woman began to hate

Herself and her life and begin to question her fate.

I watched a woman meet her prince

Only to be abused, and used at her own expense

And introduced to the “rock” of her life

That later brought on never ending strife.

I watched a little boy tie his shoestrings in a knot

 A woman reach up, to cup, and feel a knot

A daughter fight back the knot in her chest

 For her mom has lost her right, and now left breast

A son that was buried underneath the sun

Only to think of the “rock” because, this is where it begun.


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A Note To Mummy...

This is a note to mummy. 
To say, ‘thank you so very much’.
I will miss your sweet kindness,
And your soft, warm touch.

As you lie there in your bed, 
Smile as you read this,
Goodbyes are very hard, 
But cherish my one last kiss.

You were my everything, 
And, yes, you still are,
And when you are in heaven,
Hear my voice from afar. 

Thank you for all you’ve done for me,
For loving me so well,
No one, not anyone 
Can break our little spell. 

Our spell is cast on hope,
Trust and perfect love,
And when you see the lord,
May he greet you with his dove.

Oh, mummy, please don’t go.
Don’t let cancer take you, 
But if you really, really must,
I’ll say my final goodbye.

Daddy sends his love, 
Well, he would if he only knew,
But I was afraid to tell him, mum. 
After what he did to you…

So, as you lie there in your bed,
And as you slowly die,
In my prayers, you will always be,
For I am sure to cry…


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The Cry

Why do tears caress your soft face so frequently? 
Why is it that when you cry and let out a large scream, 
Which resonates from deep in your heart do you feel relief? 
Why can you not find the arms of a mother or a lover who can give you the same relief as that scream?  Where you born to wonder alone? 
A lone being that has given all 
Only to find that you have given a little too much and are now left bare. 
No-one had requested that you commit to such a feat; 
No-one had expected you to give it all
How can you not blame yourself when you find that you have nothing left? 
When you find that all has been given and no-one is willing to share?

The cry is God given 
When a child cries their protector responds and tries to put right. 
The cry is not to be left unattended. 
When you become of age however your protectors’ take on different forms, 
A mother becomes a lover 
And your tears are now for yourself. 
Where are your protectors? 
You frantically search for them but only find mocking… 
You are of age now and your cries will be left unattended.


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My Son

These words I write with tear filled eyes, 
As a new dawn comes to light. 
Another day without you Son, 
Nor' a star filled winters night. 

Your Mother sends her love dear boy, 
As our hearts are torn in two. 
A Major came to see us Son, 
He brought us news of you. 

He told us of your courage, 
Of the fight that lay ahead. 
The soldier that we knew you were, 
Then he told us, " you were dead". 

You left for a tour of duty, 
With the army in your heart. 
We are proud to have had you in our lives, 
We won't always be apart. 

You fought for Queen and country, 
Now your duty sure is done. 
A man, a friend, a soldier, 
And my ever loving Son.....


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Our little boys

Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.


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This Habit's Got A Hold Of Me I Can't Break It

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton  
 02/05/11


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school

school  can  be  boring or  fun.most  kids  don't  like  school.but  some   kids 
do.you  may  get  frustrayted  or  even  sad  and  get mad.one  day you will  get  
it.so  never  give  up  and  always  go to  school. Me i love to go to school! Everybody should 
have fun and enjoy school because there's lots to learn about and have a great education!!


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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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Voiceless

At one time, two thrusting nations were at peace,
they gave it all they had, in one release.
The bond between the two powers was great,
but around the corner, turbulence did await. 

All their acts of kindness and helpful thoughts,
turned to nothing, but the firing of shots.
Life is what one side argued for, 
the other didn't care anymore.

As the intense battle grew at night,
it was the unheard side, that couldn't fight.
The faceless soldier got into the plane,
and was looked at with disdain.  

The pilot says, don't worry up here I'm a king.
You have nothing to worry about inside my wings.
I am all alone up here in this little glass bubble.
How did I get myself into this much trouble?

In this small glass area, I grasped my gun, 
as a mother would do, with her son.
I stuck my head out, for a gasp of air,
I wish a voice would shout, this isn't fair.

In my cramped area, I dreamt of life,
but my nightmare ended with a knife.
After the battle, the plane returned to base,
now with a pale look on her face.

As the cleaning crew looked inside,
they thought, that must have been a terrible ride.
With a hose, they cleaned me out of the hole,
my mother nation, forfeited my soul.  

***What is this poem about?***


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Huntington's

Quietly the disease crept into the family. Away from home for the first time and far from her mother’s cautioning words, she fell in love with and married her college sweetheart. He had told her of the mysterious disease from which his mother had died when he and his twin brother were very young. Alarmed, the bride’s mother researched the disease once know as Huntington’s Chorea, now simply as Huntington’s. What she read terrified her. Their little girl weighed a mere three pounds at birth and after reaching five pounds went home to their loving and tender care. She was a beautiful and strong child until after her sixth birthday when she started exhibiting disturbing symptoms. The doctors denied their fears. This inherited disease does not show its dreaded presence until adulthood. She was an exception. By this time, her father’s sister had been diagnosed with the disease. He also had a twin brother and along with a sister who died at birth, that made four children born to this unlucky carrier. The chances are fifty/fifty that a child of a parent with the disease will inherit it. In this case eventually, every sibling succumbed to the horror. The only good thing about this terrible affliction is that if a child of a Huntington patient escapes, all of his descendants are safe. It does not skip generations and it cannot be passed on by anyone but a parent. This child’s disease progressed rapidly. She went from a bright, articulate, happy youngster to a voiceless, chair-bound invalid in a few short years. At eleven and some months she died in her sleep. Her lungs had simply forgotten to function and she stopped breathing. ------December 10, 2011 Won No. 4 Huntington's is one of those fairly rare genetic diseases that is not well funded and researched as are the the more prevalent diseases. It should be. This is one of the most terrible afflictions known to man and its victims are helpless. There was one other granchild in the family. He too died of Huntington's in early adulthood. It had rampaged through the family and had now destroyed itself. Both the family and the disease had come to an end.


Details | I do not know? | |

a mother no more

i once had a mother 
and a sister 
and a brother

her head was twisted
she wished for death
and barely missed it
 
she hated her life
 all she wanted was  true love 
and to become a wife

she tried soo hard  to end it 
but her spirit failed to split
   ************

they sent me away
i can still remember
grandma coming and helping 
me pack that day

As i alone walked to the car
i looked back
not understanding the distance 
so far

she shut the door
and i knew in that moment
she was my mother no more

and in that moment let my 
mind know
its time for all of us to just let 
go

months later i got a strange call
and i knew
sometimes rehab cant fix em` 
all

To: my real mom
Whom has placed this horrible 
curse I call life upon me


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Keeping him company

Clumsy feet transporting a barren shell,
She cannot lift her mournful eyes, she fears
her anguish will project, and she'll crack.
Barely visible behind her veil of grief
her lips twitch soundlessly, a private prayer
for serenity, or sanity? 
For the security she cannot provide.
Her job, done, before even begun.
Her arms, they ache, they only support herself,
Holding herself in, the only thing protecting
her heart and soul from disgorging, cascading.
Still, she makes no sound, no motion,
No notion she can even feel at all, not now, not then.
She won't ever sleep again, void of horrors,
A recurring incubus to remind her of her unaccomplishment.
She rouses from her mental block, and listens to the thud
of dirt, upon buff, waxed wood, barely six foot below.
The same clumsy feet, transporting this barren shell
shuffles from the mausoleum, impoverished, arid.
A symbolic cross, her only trophy after nine long months.
Cemetery scents instead of talc and purity.
An abundance of unanswered inquisitions, what if? Why me?
But God chooses only the most special of angels for company.


26 Aug 2011


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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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Forever Baby

She was there for his first
She held his hand with his last
The breath that was in between
Seemed to be taken away so fast!

Twenty-seven years later
Justice Seems at hand
Not God's judgment
But the courts of this land.

He took our little Ricky
Without a second thought
As horrible memories surface
We all know it hurts a lot.

Seeing him walk by
With a smile from ear to ear
Still haunts us all
And it's been almost a year.

Praying for this family
Every night it seems to me
Because I know they need God's help
No matter what the outcome be.

Beautiful little Ricky
I hope your death is finally "solved"
And I wish nothing but peace
For ALL the families involved.

You were here for a short while
Now we think of you daily
It's been twenty-seven years
But you are our..."forever baby"


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The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.


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Mollie Rose


The smiling face that looks out at me
from that funny old picture frame-
Can no longer hold me in her arms
or call me by my given name

Always a part of my daily life
it sits right there on the shelf-
Sometimes when I look at her
it seems I'm looking at myself

Beloved mother gone to soon
forever you are my Mollie Rose-
Waiting there for me to join you
where the river of life forever flows


For the Picture Frame contest...
I have an old picture of my mother
Mollie, taken when she was about 16.
I am her clone...lol










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Lucy Paris

(works better when you read 'Suzy Brown' before this)


I tell my father not to cry,
Mum would want us to be happy,
I rock my little brother,
Feed him and change his nappy,

And all the while I try to smile,
And hold it all together,
I used to love helping Mum out,
But I'm reaching the end of my tether,

I saw Suzy Brown the other day,
She seems to be doing the same as me,
Holding it in on the surface but underneath
She must be so unhappy,

Mrs Brown had a bike in her backseat,
She couldn't see my mother,
But they both flew away to Heaven that day,
Or so I told my brother,

Since then, the last thing on my mind
Has been my appearance,
But I think that's the real reason
Behind my friends' non-interference,

People stare at my parting
Where the blonde is growing out,
They just don't seem to understand
I have bigger things to worry about,

I worked hard to afford my clothes and shoes,
But what use is all that when
You're trying to comfort a widowed man,
And you'll never see your mother again?

Everyone knows me around my school,
So it cuts me to the core
That although they know my story,
They don't talk to me anymore,

I know that people used to envy me,
Jealous of every last possession,
It saddens me that they'd be shocked,
To hear my heart's confession;

Everything that makes me Lucy Paris,
I'd gladly give away,
If I could've got there in time to kiss my Mum goodbye,
Or be with her for once more day.


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Why Did You Hide It

So many emotions
locked up inside,
no where to run,
my feelings I hide.

I try to cry,
the tears won't
come.
I sit here still,
my body is numb.

My mind always
wanders
to your hospital
bed,
and the only image I
see,
is you lifeless,
dead.

That image still
haunts me
both day and at
night.
Although you looked
peaceful,
I couldn't bear the
sight. 

For in that moment, 
my world stopped.
My heart was in my
throat,
my stomach dropped.

I grabbed your hand
and held on tight.
I bowed my head,
knowing you lost the
fight.

I never saw it
coming,
no not this quick.
Why didn't you tell
us,
that you were so
sick?

Why did you hide it?
Why didn't you let
us know?
We could have fought
this together,
before we had to let
you go...


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Once Upon A Fragile May --Quatern

In the most fragile time of year, it comes to me in pastel shades. Florescent lights, and silent tears, are memories, as color fades A rain would come one Mother's day, in the most fragile time of year. Ironic, how such disarray, could sting me for a thousand years. The grip of anguish disappears, but eyes brim fresh, by small bouquets, in the most fragile time of year, which welcomes spring in early May. A hallmark card from yesterday, with words, unread, for her to hear, is sealed and kept and locked away, in the most fragile time of year
____________________________________________________ Submitted for Andrea's Contest: "Do You Know Quatern?" 5/4/14


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STILL WAITING

I'm trying to be patient.
It's taken many years.
I've gotten through the toughest part.
I'm all cried out of tears.

I'm waiting for the mother
that is coming back for me.
I'm sure she will come back real soon...
She'll be here.........you will see.

I've told her how I need her.
She knows how long it's been.
She walked away 24 years ago
when I was only ten.

Some say 'Give up, it's over! '
That just could never be.
I will wait for her return
as long as there's breath in me.

I've talked to her, she knows me
She'll be back and then we'll sing
Till then I'll just be patient
I'm here..........Still Waiting. 


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Untitled 12

Mother of nothing,
the buds that do not blossom:
empty cradles rock.


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DECASTICH-THE WISEST ONE

Seeing others doing harmful things,
excessively drinking and using hard drugs,
I say this road is the wisest one
a very prudent individual could ever take, 
hoping that nobody will lay flowers 
on that spot, where a horrible crash may occur.
Perhaps I've been too cautious...
when it comes to save what I hold most precious,
not afflicting useless pain on my body;
only praying to God to safeguard me. 


This afternoon, I visited my niece Crystal in Elmurst Hospital,
as she and her four friends were involved in a bad accident;
the driver, who had a legal alchool level in her blood, crashed 
into a light pole last Sunday morning; were they all drinking?
That's a mere speculation, but this kind of behavior is common
among teenagers; Asia, the driver of the car, is into a coma slowing improving. 
Crystal has a broken leg and fractured pelvis, begging nurses for help; 
and she is in acute pain and can hardly breath. Elisabeth is on a respirator...
due to a blood clot traveling to her lungs; the other two girls have minor injuries.


What does it take for irresponsible drivers not to be under the influence....
avoiding the mourning of a dear one, or even losing their own life?
Not many folks will heed this message...until they face death,
and nothing can be done to prevent them from diying.
Trongs of visitors crowd the hall, to inquire about their condition;
they hear their agony and are unable to help...ah, if they ever could!
So will you take that path which is the wisest one to avoid a possible tragedy,
or continue defying fate until its awfully late to enjoy a full life?
Their parents are as helpeless as I, but our faith makes hope grow...
that these kids will finally understand that a second chance is not given to all.



This horrible accident happened in Woodhaven, Queens, NY on August 15, 2010.


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Hannah May

Hannah May


One of Mother Nature’s gifts is the gift to conceive
But Mother Nature is cruel and can sometimes deceive
She can give a gift like our little Hannah May
Then suddenly and cruelly take her away

It would seem to those who are left, very hard and unfair
To deal with this not knowing why it happened, but care
To be given no answer to questions of why
Just not a clue it makes us all cry

For never will we know why this happened to us all
Never to hold her hear her cry or her call
Not to bounce her on nanny and granddads knee
Nor for father, mother, brother or sister to see

Just heartbreak to know that Hannah May has gone
Perhaps her cousin Kieran needed someone
Someone to look after and keep by his side
To look after as he will with love and pride

Until as I know we will all see her one day
In a place that we know lies so far away
So until then our sweet Hannah May
From our thoughts I know you will never stray

R.I.P. Hannah May
With love from us all
xxxxxx


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We Walk Amongst The Faithful

We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. The tears of angels made us As they flew down from the sky. They didn't want to do it, So all they did was cry. We're stuck amongst the ruin. The horror and despair. We've seen a bit too closely To the heart of Evil's lair. We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. We're scarred up on the inside, But outside we're just fine. We hide the truth so well They can't see into our lies. Our daddies were all drinkers. And when they would get mad, They'd take it out us poor souls, And boy were we so glad When Daddy drank himself to sleep, And we could go and hide. Carve another scar into our heart Which was hidden deep inside. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our mommies all liked men Perhaps a bit too much They sampled fair and far And didn't mind the touch. When Mommy fell asleep, Her boyfriends would come down And they would scare us half to death And they'd start to mess around. And after they were done Ravaging our broken souls We'd take our chance to run And hide from things we'd never know. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our families are all broken We have no place to hide No place to let our tears out Let out what hurts inside. And now we sit here all alone In this dark corner as all hope Evades our longing hands We've lost our way to cope. And now we hide our feelings And what they've done to every “me”. We hold our chins up high. We do not let them see. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so humans Can't see through our disguise We pretend it doesn't happen We can't let anyone know Our traitor of a heart Is something we can't show. Would anyone even understand What we hold inside our hearts? Or would we be a freak show A different world apart? Maybe one day we will find one Every single one of us Someone who will understand Someone we can trust.


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Taken For Granted

If only I had known
  how little time we had,
I would have surely shown
  how much I was glad.

To have you for my mother
  and to count you as a friend.
To know you as a teacher
  of how to love and mend.

To see the many little ways
  you brought joy to my life,
To know your strength and grace
  in times of trouble and strife.

You did for me most everything,
  I never gave it second thought, 
For I took your love for granted
  and never realized all I got.


TLH  © 04-22-2012


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The Wild Rumpus

A book I often read my kids
Was Where the Wild Things Are.
The story’s strange and so is Max,
This classic’s costumed star.

His mother called him “Wild Thing”
And then he was sent to bed.
He missed his dinner but he found
Adventures there instead.

A forest grew inside his room;
An ocean, too, appeared.
He climbed aboard a boat and sailed;
This all seems rather weird.

He traveled to a far-off land
Where wild things gnashed their teeth.
They made him king and he was thrilled,
But lonely underneath.

Of course he left them all behind,
Returning to his room.
His supper sat there, nice and hot;
He’d eat it, we presume.

For at the end, we have no clue
About the time that passed;
Or if his mother changed her mind,
Her guilt on board at last.

What matters though, as Sendak knew,
Is Max was drawn back home;
And there he found security
Despite his need to roam.

This magic book, though very odd,
No reader can resist.
The genius who created it
Will very much be missed.

(In honor of Maurice Sendak, 6/10/28 – 5/8/12)


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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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10/17/75

Why do we have to be so blind
when we're reborn every time
why not use the knowledge gained
when we were called by different names?

Why must we always start from scratch
to err and suffer and illness catch
why does it take us fifty years
of pain and suffering and endless tears?

Oh, to do it all again
knowing what I didn't then.
Would words unspoken in sadness mired
have kept the gun from being fired?


Details | Pantoum | |

Too Soon Born

Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.
Her empty womb tormented motherhood.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife. 
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.

Her empty womb tormented motherhood
Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.

Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
Conception hid its face, years sadly past.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.

Conception hid its face, years sadly past. 
Despair became life’s ordinary way.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.

Despair became life’s ordinary way.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.
Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010


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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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In Honor of Teeds

Multicolored tears
For one gone too soon
And one who’s denied her hand to hold
Halfway through his journey towards manhood 

“Life’s not fair.”
She told him so
Mothers do
When teachers play favorites
Or party invitations never come
Or Christmas budgets aren’t big enough for
Wish lists. 

But this. 

It’s too big
Even for Mother. 

So we weep
And we pray
And in our naked helplessness we come
Together
Giving of ourselves and receiving from others
With a rare and sacred gentleness
We share
And honor the ineffably beautiful spirit
Who breathes love and life in us and through us and among us
Every day 

Today that spirit was purring.

Kathleen Taylor -  b August 27th 1965 - d October 4th 2006


Details | I do not know? | |

Endless Blue

She wore blue
as Niobe's tears
mourning blue.
No Ethiope she-
yet for every single one that fell
to swirling Achelous
fourteen children she remembered;
drowned, one by one
in endless blue


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What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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SOFT ORANGE BLOSSOMS

These soft orange blossoms
are more colorful and fragrant
than the velvety, wild roses...
hastily clinging to sturdy sunflowers' stems,
fretting a danger too real and so imminent.


His manly hands attacked her in an orchard of beautiful roses, 
and she left blood stains on those delicate, scattered petals...
who did hear the young virgin's painful cry,
subdued by the quails' loud twitter in the shady elms' branches? 
Some did, but continued to walk and let her die!


Her mother wailed under the weeping, embracing elms... 
they saw her child struggle and despair, but they couldn't help;
why did that brutal man raped her and beat her to death?
And what kind of punishment he deserves for that cruel act?
Wouldn't a just judge be furious and imprison him for life?


A light wind detached the soft orange blossoms from the branches,
and let them gently fall on her violated body to cover with dignity 
the purest and youngest blood spilled in the meadow of clovers;
God Himself cried from His throne, and sent His angel of mercy
to the sorrowful and lamenting earth, which had seen the eyes of innocence.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

	Yesterday was my birthday. I spent most of it in tears.
It was the first time in my life that I had spent one without you.
You were the one who swept away my demons and my fears.
The one who loved me regardless, always coming to my rescue.

I was adopted and adored. Did I ever tell you thank you? 
My first memories where of laughter and hugs, so priceless.
What a wonderful life you gave me, this I always knew.
Your heart was so pure, filled with nothing but kindness. 

I thought I was prepared, but oh what a lie
It didn’t matter after all; I wasn't ready for your departure.
I begged for you to stay with me, this I can't deny.
To not leave me, you're broken hearted baby daughter. 

I spent my day missing you, and wishing you were here.
Waking me up singing Happy Birthday, horribly off key.
Those memories so strong and held to my heart so dear. 
My life without you in it, so stark and empty. 

I felt your presence, hovering and watching. But it's not enough.
I miss our morning coffee and the touch of your hands.
I know Im being selfish, but mom this is so tough.
Why did you have to leave me? I still don’t understand.  

I know tomorrow will be a much better day.
I will put my sorrow and grief into a box,
Gilded with memories and stow it away.
Until next year, on my next birthday. 

Until then I will remember only that I was loved. 

Love and miss you mom. Your daughter.


Details | I do not know? | |

a girl with an angles power

Sometimes I know not what to feel,
As most things seem to be surreal,
My hatred curdles with my love,
For this demon who lives above.

Her sightless eyes stare back at me,
It takes all I am just not to flee,
I want to hold her stone cold hand,
But she is no longer in this land.

I feel so sad I sit and cry,
My only wish is to say good bye,
But she holds on with a locking grip,
She never from my conscience slips.

Her face will never leave my side,
There is no place to run and hide,
For ever tormenting my heart and soul,
Until one day I too am cold.




Details | I do not know? | |

Over the edge

I'm infused with pain
 I draw incisions on my vain 
cutting deeper each time
 falling deeper into my depression mad at the world pissed at god for ripping away the 3 people I loved
 I watched as my mothers heart was ripped out of her chest and murdered
 to young to understand that pain 
i'll just slice another vain 
no one cares about me so y should I care 
Blood pouring out
 my grandma thinks I'm crazy 
So do my friends but it's just all the pain I hold in
Rip me from this life
Stab me in the heart with this knife 
Tonight I commit suicide
Don't feel sorry for me 
Cause now I'm finally free 


Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

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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HER FAITH STILL DAZZLES AS A RAINBOW

There are two kinds of mothers full of surprises:
the one who loves, consoles and gives,
the other who complains, cries and screams...
mine was the first one with lots of bright smiles!


She loved nothing more than her kids free of blame:
bathing them, grooming them and feeding them; 
had she been different and uncaring,
I wouldn't have been so kind and giving!


On winter's long and bitter-cold nights,
mother gathered us around a warm fireplace
to talk about family, faith and the glory of grace...
we listened and learned to love God with smiling eyes!


She taught us the rewarding and wonderful ways of the Lord:
to earn our living with our sweat and heed His unfailing word,
to say Grace with our bowed heads and be grateful for the hearty meals;
yes, her faith still dazzles as a rainbow...a faith that teaches and heals!


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This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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A Mothers Love?

How can a mother not hurt
when her child cries out in pain?
How can she turn and look away
when there's so much to be gained?

If only her heart would open
and let God show the way,
to happiness and love everlasting.
For this, I'll always pray.

Is it possible to just feel nothing
towards the child you gave away?
Please say there is at least a hope
that you will love me again some day.

When I look at my child I feel love.
I could never turn my back.
But you never felt that way towards me.
Is it something that I lack?


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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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Her Personal Curse (Part One) *warning, graphic in nature*

In a drunken stupor, I fall down on my comforter
Baby blue sky covered in fluffy clouds of cotton.
I kick off my shoes, faded pink chuck Taylors
And make clumsy work of my shirt buttons.

I slip an oversized shirt over my head, Bart Simpson,
And pull it straight passed over my bra and panties, past my knees.
Now in the dark, on my bed, I hear the door creak open.
I turn to see your silhouette, and I hear the door behind you locking.

I sat up, before you lunged on top of me, and smacked me in the face.
I tried to push you off, but a little girl is nothing against a man.
Fear pinned me down with your arms, the look in your eye was crazed.
I yelled out as you punched me again, before stifling my breath with your hand.

I felt your fingers probe underneath my shirt, rough and groping.
The straps tore at my flesh as you ripped my bra apart.
I tried to push your hand off my face, I was having trouble breathing
But when you took your hand off and I gasped for air, it fell back against my cheek hard

I stopped trying to push you away, tears streaming, afraid you’d hit me again.
I bucked when your course fingers pinched, it only seemed to excite you more.
I cringed as you raked your nails deep down my stomach digging in.
You stopped at the top of my panties before yanking them till they tore.

Panic sliced through me as I felt you unclasping your jeans, understanding swept me.
I knew then what you intended to do and my blood ran cold at the thought.
You took your hand off of my mouth and threatened to kill me if I screamed
But I yelled anyway begging for help, preying that you would be caught.

I was silenced by a stinging blow that sent me hard against the head board.
Too disoriented by it to yell again before you were done taking off my t shirt.
Through blurry eyes and mind I felt your eager hands pillage and explore.
I was smacked again for screaming at how badly your fingers inside me hurt.

You showed no mercy as I screamed in pain against the palm of your hand.
You only continued to probe and play, talking dirty to me, making me talk back.
Through bloodied lips and wrenching pain I was abused by this man
He made me say unmentionable things about him, while he cruelly laughed.


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A Sad Day

A sad day today for one whom 
has lost their mother…

She is now in God’s house with 
no pains…

She is with those who have 
gone before…

Just think of the reunion 
that she is having…

With those who’ve gone before…

Know that one day we 
will all join them again?

To be young, happy and frolic 
through the meadows picking 
wild flowers and wading 
in the streams…

Thoughts and prayers go out 
to you during this time 
of sorrow…

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2006


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Disappointment

Sweet, little surprises
Due to come in May
Will have to be put off
Until another day.

Things happen
And plans change.
The reasons why
Span a vast range.

There’s a better plan
And you can bet,
That once revealed,
You won’t regret

Having placed your trust
In God above,
As he blesses your life
With abundant love.


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Wreck of Queen Annabellee

Gale winds blew a contemptuous gust,
Churning up waves with a titanic thrust.
The ship known as Queen Anabellee,
Sails no more, resting on the bottom of the sea.

The sailors swore to batten-down their fear, 
From mother nature's foulness to weather the frontier
Sirens known as scourge of the sea,
Hardened a heart to a sailor's plea

For a decade or so Queen Anabellee,
Eluded mother nature's assassin, the briny sea.
Hailed as the unsinkable, impenetrable ship,
Surrendered her reigning decade trip.

The spoils aboard Queen Anabellee,
Were pilfered below by the ravenous sea. 
Adventurous sailors had been forewarned,
The rape of the sea, formidable when scorned

With assured stem dismissed the mighty gale,
Ventured forward and indeed set-sail.
The fickle sea with an impetuous wrath,
Ultimately sank her, in the well-sailed path.

The waters churned like a mighty whale
swallowing whole bow,stern and sail
The lesson for those like Queen Anabellee,
No one shall mock the vengeance of the sea.


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Aborted Babies


Aborted Babies…

Innocent life is being murdered each day.
While our courts say that it’s legal and “o.k.”

Women getting pregnant and maybe don’t understand.
The tragedy that’s happening all over this land!

Is this really something that many people have willed?
To have the unborn to be 
“torn apart and killed?”

Many are told abortion is the “best thing to do.”
But not knowing who else to turn to.

Government pretends to have an answer for this.
But it’s just turning into one huge mess!

Read the Bible and you will come to know.
The God who created you… 
Loves you so!

Jesus knew you in the womb!  
Your hair color and name!
He saw your body when out of your
 mother you came!

He saw your little heart the first time it beat!
And saw your mother the first time
 she tickled your feet!

There is never one unwanted person on God’s list!
You are precious to him…  
And are never missed!

He knows each life and every heart that’s beating!
And brings purpose, love and
 a TRUE meaning!

BY Jim Pemberton


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WHAT WOUND DID EVER HEAL

“What wound did ever heal, 
But by degrees”
…Shakespeare
Except my mother was dear
…Very dear

Count me among men
Who can read and write
Count me among them
Who finds book a delight
No!
Not about intelligence
Mother taught me diligence
Scrapped for a living
So I could get learning
I am a dead woman’s sweat
My worries cracked her chest
My mother was my literacy
My literacy is my treasure
My treasure…is you
I wrote what you can read
She was its measure.
I never paid back 
Never gave thanks.
Prodigal son playing pranks

On me,
She had learned to hope
Then died
In last breath still in hope
That I lose not hope
But what hope lies there 
For a drawing man to hope
Last straw, just sank in
Wide Sea without and within

Wounds heal by degrees
But some can’t heal
Only permitted to blurred
My tears blur my view
Soaks the ink in papers
Forcing me to rewrite and renew
She will not want me to cry
Rather that I sit up and try
Dab my eyes, let the tears dry.
“I know who you are my son”
You are awesome”
Mama, you always tell me that
But am breaking down.
Your lose never healed
Shakespeare said its by degrees
Said the pain will decrease
But I detest full healing
You were so appealing.


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May 17

I imagined you sitting there
On your wheelchair
Head to one side
Watching me water the garden
Reaching out to touch the bougainvillea
Smiling your crooked smile
 
The water gushed from the hose
And from my eyes
I miss you
Especially today,
Your birthday
Right on the eve of mine
And you aren’t here, Mama
You aren’t here.
 
I lost you too soon
Too soon, Mama
I’m not talking about the day
You passed away
I’ m talking about growing up
Knowing
Knowing that illness was eating away
Your life
Your hope
Your dreams
Your passion
Your joy
 
I grew up seeing the blood
The burns
The stiches
The lopsided smile
The hazy eyes
I grew up hearing....
The coughing
The slurred speech
I grew up knowing
Knowing...
That I’m losing you
 
I remember the afternoon
When you looked at me and said,
“You’re afraid, afraid I’m going to die, aren’t you?”
I heard the catch in your voice
And all the fears I’d held back
Came gushing out
And you held me as we both cried
Knowing
Knowing….our birthday celebrations together
Would be limited
 
Today is your birthday, Mama
May 17….tomorrow it’s my birthday
May 18…and through it all
I remember you
And I miss you
And I want you to know
All the things that are happening in my life
But you’re asleep…waiting for the wakeup call
To be free of your wheelchair
Of your prison
Mama, we’ll celebrate life together in heaven!
Soon, Mama!
It will be soon!


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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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My Mother

FOR MY MOTHER 

Today I took a journey 
I traveled to a place.
I saw my mother resting, 
A smile upon her face. 

 

I closed my eyes in sadness
and thought about our days. 
It all became so clouded,
It seemed to be a haze.

 

Then suddenly I felt a touch so soft upon my cheek
A gentle voice came through the haze it was so mild and meek.
A voice so soft, a voice so sweet
and this is what it said.

 

I'll always be your mother, 
I'll never go away,
For if you ever need me,
I'm just a thought away.

I raised you right
I know I did and this is how I know.
God would not have moved me from this earth, 
If I had not met His goal. 

 
Inspiration:
For Amelia Santisteven, my Beloved Mother.who passed away on February 4th, 2007. 
Written for eulogy on February 8th, 2007


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HE WAS THERE

I know that there are some that still can't pray
and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?'
HE was there with each tear that's shed
as the news reported, There is thousands dead!'

HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control
His angels collecting each passenger's soul!
HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center
with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter!

HE was there in every tired body and grimy face
that refused to give in to another trying to take his place!
HE was there amongst every common place hero
who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero!


HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74
whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door!
HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon
when another plane flew into them like a bomb!

HE was there when thousands of passengers landed
unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded!
HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth
who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup!

HE was there when the President cried out with pride
'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!'
HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door
teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war!

HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss
just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross!  HE WAS THERE!

©11/09/2012


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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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Big Boys Don't Cry

Big boys don't cry they say 
But that is simply not true 
For I have shed a million tears 
Since the day that I lost you
It's been a year now since you were called away 
I will always remember the sadness of that day 

I did what was expected of me 
Of a strong and loving son that you wanted me to be 
I held up straight and tall 
My emotions unseen to all 
But my tears flowed free the moment I was alone 
To see your loving face once more I would give all that I own 

Friends wonder how I'm doing now 
As if the pain would disappear somehow 
They don't see my grief and despair 
But it is always there, seen in my lonely silent stare
With each day that passes the pain ebbs and flows 
Comforted by wonderful memories that took a lifetime to sow

I remember your gentle touch 
How you loved me so very much 
I see your smile, the laughter dancing in your eyes
And I marvel at how swiftly time flies
Looking back to when I was a mere child at your knee
Of all the times you comforted and rescued me 

From shadows in the dark, to bullies at the park
Through scrapes and bumps and loves first thumps
Kisses and hugs at graduation 
The looks of total adoration
You were always there, taking care of me 
Guiding and molding me into the man I would be

All of these memories and so many more 
Are forever and ever lovingly stored 
They help ease this pain that I feel all the time
Because you are always on my mind 
Don't worry Mom, I'll be alright 
Soon the darkness will fade leaving only your light 

I know you'll be waiting for me up above 
Until then I know you'll watch over me with love
So until that day when I am in your arms once more 
I will treasure all the memories that I have stored 
So I will say so long, for it's not truly goodbye 
For you are always alive deep in my mind's eye


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"Identity"

Gentle, mild, and meek.
Human-strong and weak.

A mask to hide away the pain.
Hard to live with shame.

Good person, good friend.
A ? mark; never seen through to the end.

Chivalry is dead and so is the “good
Samaritan” act.
In this world today, it’s a true, proven fact.

Humble; a little pride, determination is my drive.
If I want things to get better for me,
hope burns on the inside.

Reserved and I move at my own pace.
Steady and slow, less consequences to face.

This is my life; pathetic as it is.
It’s the only one I have; not urs, theirs, hers or his.

I know who I am.
I have too much respect for myself and body; forever condemned.

So if u ask me, 
“Who are u and what I am?

I’ll smile and say, 
			“For I am Poetry!”

Profound, misunderstood, and a lifelong mystery.


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The Cemetary

It's just a place to come to, so i can show my love.
I know that your not here now, you're with the lord above.
But it's all i have left now, it's where we said goodbye
i like to come and bring a flower and have a little cry.
i know it will never bring you back again, but as i walk away
I feel I've spent some time with you and it brightens up my day.
Mom i am so sorry I love you and if I could turn back time,
I'd swap our places just so you would be back on earth again.
But we'll be together in the end
So I hope you will be the one to hold the gate open for me. 
Forever in my heart
Love your youngest daughter



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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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My Creator

My creator.
So far from me but so close.
No matter the suffering,
the love is unconditional.

I push through each day.
Remembering your face,
our conversations,
your comfort.

My creator
the ultimate comprehension of my soul.
you know my soul no matter the scars.

No matter the pain
I push to the next day.
I try to remember the good
and justify your ghost.

My creator
I hope you are with me someday again.


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Nature To Its Fullest (my opinion of nature)

Nature to its fullest
Is where all beauty lies
For flowers bloom and animals dance.
and I'm sure no one would say other wise.

I am one with nature
I will not lie 
I hunt with the wolves
And sing with the birds 

I dwell the dark forests
Where beauty is seen 
A beam of light across the bright blooming narcissus flowers 
Next to a large pond with silver fish gleaming in the water.

To this I ponder at what I see..
Why cant this be shared amongst us all?
My wonder is over when spot a panther in ivory black 
Only to turn silver upon the moons brilliant light

Gleaming eyes turned towards me as i am doing the same
A single tint of sorrow in her eyes
For I see that she has but one cub, innocently playing with his mothers tail
For then I suspect that she lost all but one of her litter, 

This is love of an animal with her cubs a loss that seems unbearable 
Thus i think of every day society and am disgusted by those who kill their own 
Just because of regret, how they put them in places to be left to die, to think about how 
Painful it would be for an infant to die of starvation and thirst, a baby crying for love but 
Unable to find it. then it dies, and the mother seems not to care... it sickens me to say how 
This can be done.

But to most, i should add, morn for their baby's death,
And some cherish the arrival like peace on earth. 
Why can't society become one? 
Why must we endure such heartaches? 
So many questions but not many answers,
But some should be left untold.

Mothers and fathers alike cherish birth like nothing better could happen.
Even as life gets harder, love is still the strongest emotion.
 
This is a poem of my opinion.
I hope to hear what your opinion is.


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Redemption of a Child

It has been years of terror, pain, nightmarish hell!
Little girl in faded cast offs, shuffled from back room to main office.
Disembodied voices, cubicles, paperwork, a drab cell.
Letterhead, Department Of Children Services, an address and phone number.
Eyes suspicious, blond hair ragged. Nevada  midsummer.
Woman, excruciatingly thin, pale, tired and sunken.
Child, fearful, nervous, confused emotions drunken.
Summer, its mama, please remember me.
Child, through fog of lies and time. A lonely little flicker, remembrance possibly?
Four years gone, milk carton child, young innocence stolen.
Home lost no more, hell traded for future gossamer dreams, golden.

                                                                                                      Summer Gratias


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Mom

Mom, you were the one
I called when I wanted to run
Away when it was too overwhelming to stay 
In your presence I found comfort and acceptance
Willing to listen and help me through the distance 
Now the lessons you taught me will forever glisten 
In my mind, through all my life’s endeavors 
Mom, our times together I will cherish forever


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Nobody Knows I Miss You

Nobody knows I miss you, 
They think i feel set free, 
but I feel like bound with chains, 
Trapped in the mystery. 

Nobody knows Its empty, 
The smile that I wear, 
The real one is left in the past, 
because you left me there. 

Nobody knows I am crying, 
they wont even see my tear. 
When they think that I am laughing, 
I still wishing you were here. 

Nobody knows Its painful, 
They think that I am strong. 
They say this won't kill me, 
But I wonder if they were wrong. 

Nobody knows I'm praying, 
That he will change his mind. 
They think that I had let you go, 
WHEN YOU LEFT ME THERE


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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 "
 


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Mothers day poem

Mother Mother
Sweet Mother of mine
My love for you
Shall last til the end of time
the warmth of your shoulder
and the care that you give
is something I will hold 
near and dear to me
for as long as I live
although this mothers day
is more different than most
behind all your smiles
I know you still miss Leebo
but things will get better
as time goes by
You know I am here for you
Especially if you need to cry,
Cry your eye's out
as most mothers would do
On this special Mothers day,
I'll carry the love of two
But please dont be sad
and please don't frown
because rest assured 
and YOU know
Leebo is looking down
Laughing and smiling 
with that big beautiful grin
thinking about all the great times
you and me had with him,
but this is the end of my poem
I'll make it short and sweet,
 Happy Mothers day momma
From your Son's
Cody and Lee


this poem was dedicated to my mother on Mothers day and My brother who passed away this 
past december


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WAR SEEN THROUGH A YOUNGSTER'S EYES

Born in that historical and eventful year
when changes were sweeping this country,
peace songs were heard in the scary, tumultuous air...
not realizing the dear cost for the quest of liberty
when soldiers would have gone to a foreign land so far,
to defend what others thought was sheer folly!
And their blood was shed in jungles and on dusty roads,
never feeling selfish pride by carrying the heaviest loads.


And from those sad and tragic memories,
my lyrics were written and sung to myself
with the hope of revealing them with teary eyes...
remembering what took for them to face pain without relief
and whenever letters were delayed in the mail mothers
began to fear the worst, if not a horrible death...
many went to churches and synagogues to ask God for mercy,
and yes He heard their pleas, but war had no clemency.


Many of those soldiers were given Purple Hearts
for their remarkable courage to have confronted danger without surrendering to the enemy,
others were forgotten in wheelchairs without legs and arms,
and they wept with no one offering comfort, warmth and sympathy...
but on those heart so proud of their Motherland they wore American flags,
unable to forget their commitment when they were asked to fight for their beloved country.
O brave soldiers, if no medals or honors were given you...let me reward you for your fright:
by erasing all the atrocity of bloody scenes that still are troubling your longest, coldest night. 
    


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For her there's no escape

At a time of celebration, 
Drinking lager in the bar.
Go home, get changed for the night ahead, 
You decide to take the car.

You're not quite compos-mentis, 
Your judgements not too sound.
You're driving passed the local park, 
There's people all around.

You can't see where you're going,
Coz' you're searching for a tape.
Then "Bang!", A child flies through the air,
For her there's no escape.

You didn't see her coming,
Though she lies there on the floor.
You haven't gone to try and help,
You won't unlock the door!!

You were sentenced to six months in prison,
Got fined and banned for two years.
The only thing that I have left now,
Are my memories and millions of tears.

If only I'd kept her in that day,
She would be at my side, still alive.
It was YOU who murdered my daughter,
As YOU chose to drink and drive...


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Goodbye, Son

I heard mourning doves cry
when I said goodbye 
when I last held you in my arms
You were at last five pounds
my heart sank to the ground
as I gave you to your new mother
Now I am at rest
Knowing what I did was best
One day you will thank me for my decision


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My Life

The path I took  I did not  choose
but  mother said that I would lose

For the boy I loved she did not like
so she made me take another path

I was just sixteen and a happy girl
 knew very little of the outside world

So when my mother spoke to me
I listened to what she said  you see

A man came by and shattered my world
said to mom I'm going to marry that girl

Mom and this fellow  they both had a plan
ten days later had me married to this man

Always so lonely for the true love I had lost
my children grew up not knowing the cost

The tears that I shed when they couldn't see
still yearning for my love that never could to be

But now I am happy and have no more strife
and waiting for another to come into my life


Read my poem,  To My First Born


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Same Old Nightmare

I'm having that same old nightmare.
I'm running through the sand...
I've reached the place where someone is...
They're reaching out their hand.

Just as I try to take it
they yank their hand away.
I try to hollar for some help
but there's nothing I can say.

I have no voice to yell with.
No words can be let out.
The tears are streaming down my face.
I'm fighting just to shout.

I need someone to save me
but that someone will not stay.
I have to force myself to stop...
just turn and walk away. 


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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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Death and All His Friends

If I cry 
i cry for day's
of crystal sky's
and butterfly's
when nothing could stand in my way

If I cry 
I cry for the connection
we had
hen you would travil to distant lands
and make me smile
hen you came back to hold my hand

If I cry 
I cry for the embrace
you gave me
when i fell off my bike that day
and you said
it would all be okay

If I cry 
I cry for the moments
we had together
even if they were cut short
because of the weather

If I cry
I cry for my mother 
when that stedy note streamed
across the hospital scene

If I cry
If I cry for the two
who crawled through spikes
to save me and you

but if I smile 
I smile for the support
of the people that are scatered everywhere
for the people who fixed the shattered glass
and for the people who have surpassed death;
and all of his friends


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Suzy Brown

Everybody's laughing at me,
And as usual I know why,
I look like such a loser
With this streaky blonde hairdye,

Why Mum couldn't take me to
The hairdresser, I'll never know,
Instead she got back from work early
To personally have a go,

She looked upset when I yelled at her
'Cause she can't do anything right,
I didn't speak to her for weeks
'Til I wanted some cash the other night,

At least I bought these cool new shoes
To cancel out my hair,
They look just like Lucy Paris's,
They were forty pounds a pair!

Mum cried when I told her
That I'd been mugged up by the mall,
This guy took all our shopping money,
But his face I can't recall.

"It's because I was on foot," I said,
"Now if I'd had a new bike,
It never would have happened."
So she said sorry and squeezed me tight.

I've been called to matron's office,
Who could be calling me at school?
Oh well, a chance to paint my nails
While I'm waiting on the stool,

Ooh, Lucy Paris is here as well,
I hope people see me with her!
Must reapply my make-up
Whilst matron's in a dither,

Something about my Mum, a car,
Blah blah, the hospital,
What? I get to go home early now?
I can go out shopping, cool!



(works better when you read 'Lucy Paris' after this)


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A rainy day in the country

A rainy day in the country, 
A mother and daughter drove.
To wish the sisters a happy birthday, 
And how they are getting so old. 

A homemade cake in the back seat, 
So moist and chocolaty. 
I would never be able to taste, 
And become so perfectly. 

About a mile away,
The turn in the road they took.
A fate that caused 3 deaths, 
And a daughter left on own. 

A rainy day in the country, 
A daughter drives to visit. 
To wish her sisters a happy birthday, 
And how we’re getting so old.

A cake turns to a certificate, 
So sweet and monetary. 
The homemade gifts aren’t worth much anymore,
And the sisterly feeling is no more.

About a mile away, 
A turn in the road she took.
Faced with reality that mother is gone,
And that the bonds are broken.

A rainy day in the country, 
A daughter is forgotten.
The wish to bring her mother back, 
And that things would go to before.

A tear becomes a flood, 
So sad and heartbroken.
Feelings of love now replaced by obligation,
And I’ll leave you alone.

About a mile away, 
A turn in the road she took.
Not happy, but smiling, 
And things will never be the same.

A rainy day in the country, 
A tear becomes a flood,
About a mile away, 
I miss you.


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Melancholy Song

It’s here again,
This melancholy song,
Carried by the autumn winds,
Upon the dying, drying, falling leaves,
That cover everything.

I sat by the river’s edge.
I wept for those my eyes would see no more,
Nor hear their laughter,
Nor share that once familiar dream,
Our hearts were after.

The dawn reveals the morning frost
Glistening amid the golden leaves that cover me
Lying here beside the river's edge
I hear that melancholy song again
From falling leaves and autumn winds.


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Dear Santa Iraq

Dear Santa.............Iraq       

Candles burning sure and bright, 
Shining through the Christmas tree. 
Santa's coming 'round tonight, 
Bringing presents here for me. 

I sent a letter some time ago, 
I asked for things I'd need. 
For these are things for Mum and me, 
It certainly wasn't greed. 

For I am thirteen years of age, 
I asked, "please bring Dad back". 
I miss him; Mum is so upset, 
Since he died inside Iraq. 

I cry myself to sleep some nights, 
I can hear Mums sobbing heart. 
He's the only present we will need, 
"Don't keep us all apart". 

Dear Santa, no more toys or clothes, 
No gifts from that Christmas sack. 
The only thing that we all want, 
Is to have my Daddy back. 


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part II

missing dog, Blackie. Besides the sound of our voices, the hymns playing softly in the 
background, the noise made by the porcelain plates as Mama wiped and put them 
away, the humming of the refrigerator’s motor, the house was quiet.  No body knew 
what had happened to Blackie.  We were really concerned about the whereabouts 
of the dog, even though Papa had assured us that he would return at some point.  
Since the funeral, he had vanished.  Even the old man who lived across the street 
from us and who loved Blackie, had not seen him, nor had any of the other 
neighbors. We had searched in all the usual places.  He had never run away from 
home before.  As far as I remember, Blackie never did come back home.

As Papa sat in his usual chair, quietly playing with the food on his plate, the kitchen 
door opened, and in walked Thomas, Brian’s best friend. They were the same age, 
and were very close even though they did not attend the same school, or the same 
church. The two had become friends since they met at a Junior Boys Scouts meeting 
at the age of seven. Thomas lived some distance away but they maintained a 
special friendship.  Out of school, wherever Brian was, so Thomas would be. They’d 
both turned fourteen last September. Throughout those years they still were active 
members of the Boys Scout, and had risen together in rank. Thomas had been away 
on the recent Scouting trip. They had traveled to a neighboring country for a Scouts’ 
Jamboree. Brian should have gone too but something to do with school exams came 
up so he couldn’t go.  Thomas had just returned from the Jamboree that Saturday 
afternoon, the second week after Brian’s burial. Lena, Reggie and I got out of 
our chairs and ran to greet him. It was like welcoming him and Brian home as the 
two were always together. He picked Lena up as he greeted our parents.  Mama 
standing at the sink, turned around, took one look at him and walked briskly, almost 
running out of the kitchen, with my other sister in tow.

Papa greeted Thomas, his voice almost inaudible.  Thomas looked puzzled. I guess 
he thought he had walked in during a family argument. He was about to turn back 
and walk out because he felt a little intrusive, I guess.  It was extremely quiet in the 
room; very unusual when everyone was in Mama’s kitchen at the same time.  And 
Mama, walking


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part III

away like she did, made him ask what was going on. That yielded no response. The 
silence hung heavily in the kitchen. Finally, he asked, “Is Brian in his room?”  He 
looked at my oldest sister, Winnie who sat next to Papa. She didn’t respond. 
Instead, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.  Thomas was as tall as Brian.  
At 14years old, they were 6’ tall. Winnie bowed her head to hide her tears.  She 
looked down at her plate before her. Thomas turned halfway around and was about 
to head towards the door leading towards Brian’s room, when Papa let out a deep, 
long sigh and motioned to Thomas to come sit next to him. Winnie got up to give 
Thomas her chair and Papa, with his voice low and cracked, told Thomas that his 
best friend had passed away. The humming of the fridge seemed much louder 
then.   Looking back now, seeing Thomas’s face, I knew he wanted to laugh but he 
stopped just short of that, and his countenance changed in an instant! A painful 
grimace appeared on his face.  His voice became shaky as he tried to mumble 
something.  He looked at each of us as if checking each face to see if someone 
would soon break into laughter, at this absurd joke. After a while, he took a deep 
breath, convinced now, that he was reading everyone’s face correctly. Brian’s Dad 
wouldn’t joke about something like this. He thought to himself. Then all the reactions 
he had seen as he entered the kitchen, finally registered, confirming that this was 
not a joke.  He nearly fell out of the chair, as it toppled over to the floor.  He began 
retreating slowly towards the kitchen door; his whole body still visibly shaking, he 
said loudly, shaking his head in disagreement, that it wasn’t possible.  “It is just not 
possible!” He shouted. Yet, there was no response.  Winnie was sobbing, tears 
rolling down her face.  He then asked if Brian had run away or something. Still the 
room was as quiet as a tomb. Not a sound from anyone, only the constant humming 
and the hymns being played on the local Christian radio station softly wafted across 
the room. He then blurted out, “Because,” he


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9/11, 2001 " Page 2 of 2 "

Intelligence first, Retribution next
Clinical response the worlds text
Which free country is next in line
To be hit by this cowardly crime.
 
New York Cities patriots, suffer further pain
As Fire Officers and Police are slain
They indeed are part of this attack
So many of them never came back
Honourable dads, cousins and wife's
Mourn their lost ones, who lost their lives.
 
The World will remember
This September deathly sound
When iconic giants crashed to the ground
Hero's in the air, and on Manhattan Earth
Proved to us all, whats humans are worth.

In respect to the decent people who perished on that September day.


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Mother Nature's Revenge: First Stop Samoa (Cowritten with Carolyn Devonshire)

Note:  The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man.
          It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa.



My Ring of Fire sets ready to erupt
For I, Mother Nature, have had enough
Of pollutants invading reservoirs
And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar

         How thankful we are for this plentiful earth
         Proceeds and profits boast our corporate worth
         Our mistakes and errors in destructive ways
         Mother Nature will repair in a matter of days

Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste
Trash left on beaches by people in haste
Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds
Turtle hatchlings wandering toward man made beams

         The land is aplenty with resources so fine
         We can wash away the debris, reap when mined
         Mercury, chemical and oils as well
         Mother Nature will dilute as we continue to sell

Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores
Battleships litter the deepest sea floors
With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise
Igniting rage in my volatile eyes
 
         Another tanker runs aground of the Alaska coast
         Insurance companies payout, our boards in toast
         We can rely on our refineries and oil wells
         For Mother Nature will replace and it will all be swell

Earthquakes, tsunamis are my weapons
Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon

          We will reap the rewards as our conglomerates grow rich
          Mother Nature will allow, our industrial snitch


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Ethanol

While some enjoy it without any regret,
other's see it as a threat.

I have seen what it can do to a life,
for the victim is my dear wife.

For I know she is not the only one in the world who has endured much suffering,
damn you liquor store or bartender about to serve a rum sling.

She is not the lush with this wretched disease,
but the one that is loved she cannot appease.

I've always said that her ambition to help and assist this poor soul was a waste,
and yet this person cannot be replaced.

The deception, desperation, destruction to ones self would make you ask "why"?,
try to understand it and you'll break down and cry.

It appears now that this person cannot be saved even though she has knocked 
at deaths door,
as hard as this request from me is "this woman you must IGNORE".

Self pity will get you nowhere fast,
the addiction will surely outlast.

Ethanol oh! ethanol another life you have claimed,
you are not a person or living thing that can be blamed.

Why?  is all I can ask about pretty much everything, why?

Do you really want to hear the answer? 

Or the excuse that has destroyed your trust?

You must let go, you must move on,
before all that you are inside is gone.






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R.I.P.

I can't get my mother out of my head.
Every line I hear is something she said.
I miss her even more when I go to bed.
I miss her singing our song,
I haven't stopped mourning since she's been gone.
Without her I feel so alone,
Without her,our house is no longer a home.
Watching her as she laid breathless,
My whole body became hurt and restless.
My eyes filled up with tears,
as I was standing over my one true fear.
I rapped my arms around her and cried some more,
then asked god"what he do this for"?
Deep down I knew it was time
for her to walk through that door.
It doesn't change that each day,
I miss her more and more.
All I can do is try to carry on,
and try to be strong,and learn to
live my life while she moves on.


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What kind of

What kind of 
cause you sure aint 
none of the above 
you want the title of mother
but you weren't there when 
boogie man came 
and I shivered under the covers 

What kind of 
you didn't watch me 
the television set remained off
and I was forced to grow up
while you became someone else 
you weren't even a 
neighbor let alone 
in my neighborhood 
so what makes you 
think that I should call you 
" Mommy" 
Just because DNA says I should

Dearest stranger 
never around when I 
was feeling any pain 
but you always wanted
that thank you 
before I got the sorry
I should be the parent
and get a belt and come
and spank you
all my life you've been tardy

What kind of mother were you?
Can you look me in the eyes
and answer me this question please
because all my life you've never been there
like a real mother should when her child
really needs.


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From Mother To Me

                                      From the heavens above you 
                                           were sent down to me
                                      like a red peddled rose you 
                                          are beautiful and free.

                                       Your long blond hair, and 
                                          your big blue eyes, 
                                       you look like an angel that
                                        has been sent in disguise.

                                        You have touched my soul
                                       in such a deep way and you
                                           lift my spirits each and
                                                   every day.

                                       You are not only my daughter, 
                                        but the closest friend I knew, 
                                        It's obvious you were sent to
                                            teach me something too.

                                             You tested me on my 
                                                mothering skills 
                                           before you passed away, 
                                          these mothering skills I'd
                                          never had known had you 
                                             not been sent my way.

                                           It scared me for life when 
                                            you died that day it just 
                                               wasn't right he take 
                                                    you that way.

                                              Your pass was issued for 
                                              seventeen years, and now 
                                              that your gone my hearts 
                                                       full of tears.

                                              My darling child I love you so, 
                                                 I miss you so much and
                                                 just wanted you to know


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Nightmares

In my dreams I see her face,
Her smoky presents I almost taste,
Her empty eyes cut to my heart,
Her bloodless hands tear me apart.

She speaks my name with ice blue lips,
Her hollow voice with venom drips,
She grabs my face so I can see,
She is never free of me.

I wake up and I look around,
I hold my breath at any sound,
It felt so real and now I see,
What her passing did to me.

I’ll try to free her lonely sole,
This will be my life time goal,
Then I’ll sleep the whole night through,
And she will rest forever to.


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Wicked Step Mom

Never did look you in the eye,
Explain to you why you make me cry,
The wicked step mom, 
Mad at me but I did nothing wrong,

Kissing your feet,
Wish I could push delete,
Erase every single apology,
I'd have no fuel for my anthology

Insecurities were transparent,
You cast a spell on my parent,
Spellbound, he made you number one,
You beat his first born son,
He had to chose between us or you,
Boy did we sure loose..

On the flip side,
Not sure why I gripe,
It's obvious he's not worth my time,
And you? Well....you're not worth a dime.


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PLANNED A DAY IN THE MERRY SUNSHINE

Came from work, exhausted and moody,
fall is advancing with an improvised, swift pace,
but the meteorologist defies it with the happiest face;
and tomorrow I'll wake up and trot away! 


Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
with a basked full of treats and a bottle of red wine,
to be consumed by the shade of an elm with my dearest;
and all the songbirds I will invite to my afternoon's feast!


We lay on the neatest blanket, facing the calmest, eastern sea
as sailboats drift by...a toddler listens to his mom's nostalgic song,
and in her tender voice that soldier's smile, on rippled waves, appears;
and tears, with a solar luster, fall on the pristine sand to recall her lost love.
  

Seagulls glide over to announce the close of an August's evening
still huddled in intimate embrace, the rushing waves tickle our toes,
and not minding their amusing play, we carry on and not withdraw;
before we lift the damp blanket, we are greeted by stars in throngs.


Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
a fantasy realized by two who will dream of this passionate season,
remembering our tanned faces and skin glittering with sand;
waving goodbye to the disheveled mother and trembling child.



Note:  These are the observations of a happy couple spending a day on the beach,
but  the happiness they felt wasn't shared by a mother and child who both missed a husband 
and father; and by the sad look on their faces, gazing out to the sea...he had gone to the  
Iraq War, and unfortunately had never returned home.


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What Happened

What happened to the mother I thought I knew?
What happened to the mother who always told the truth?
What happened to the mother that was always there?
What happened to the mother that always cared?
What happened to the joy I once had?
What happened to your smile that would make me glad?
What happened to the mother daughter days?
What happened to the sweet things you used to say?
What happened to having both parents, not just one?
What happened to the days you'd brighten just like the morning sun?
What happened to the faith you helped me have?
What happened? Why am I always mad?
What happened to you being close and never too far?
What happened to me knowing who you really are?
What happened to the role model I used to know?
Why did you drift away from me?
What happened to us both?
Why don't I come first?
I thought you were happy when you gave birth
Now I'm here all alone
With a empty heart followed by a broken home
I love you mommy
What the hell happened to you ?
I thought blood was thicker than water
But, I guess to you that isn't true


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take me from this misery

* this poem has been inspired by Breaking Benjamin's Dear Agony....*
* and was written in memory of my grandmother Jeanne Gula *

My name is Jeanne Gula, today i found out that i have cancer.
Its in a tumor, that's very painful, its very rare, its 3 cancers into 1
they already took it out once... and it came back.
The doctor said it was to late to take it out again.
Its not the perfect end to my life, but its all i can have..
I don't really know how much more time i have.
I used to be able to walk by myself, with out help.
I can't believe this happened to me... of all people.
It's be coming torture, they called in hospices.
This cant be good...
I'm in my own home, slowly dieing...
I really don't want to leave, I will leave so many loved ones behind..
So I think i will stay a little longer...
Its January, i now can't do anything by myself, i have to rely on family to help with
everything, my organs are starting to slowly shut down, its very painful to go through.
but my daughters birthday is coming soon... I'm not going to leave now... i don't want her
to be sad, on such a happy day.
I can't hold on much longer.
I'm now out of this misery, its feb. 2nd, and I'm finally free.
Free, of all this pain, and I'm healthy again, I can walk, with out hanging on to anything
or anyone, I can finally be independent again...
now no one cry for me, because i lived a full long life, and no longer in pain..
I love you all.
Love Grammy


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Biography

I have this desire
To write and inspire.
But would the world open its ears and listen
When most of my life has already been written?
What about my life could possibly be said
To make it worthy of being read?
Sexually abused by a family friend,
These were dark times that seemed to have no end.
Raped and verbally abused,
This was a life I didn’t choose. 
As a third grader I was obsessed with my mortality.
My mother had a severe hoarding tendency. 
My father was physically there, but emotionally absent.
I possessed a strong fear of peer judgment.
Drugs and alcohol littered my street.
Strangers became the only people I’d meet.
 I saw men bleed until their last breath.
I’ve felt the sting of a premature death.
I saw evil on a daily basis. 
I became just a number in a social worker’s cases. 
I feared I’d be called a liar.
It was a constant battle to keep my head held higher.
The stories of my life could fill a book,
But would anyone bother to take a look?


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Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.


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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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Dear Mommy

Dear Mommy,
Why did you go away? Was I not as good as the white snow you blew was, my love for you 
not strong enough to help you pull thru? Stuck as the starving child wising to be loved. The 
drink was your friend to busy with to see a small little girl wishing to be that bottle so true. 
You left me mommy with these strangers so cold and bitter, each day born with a slap of the 
belt so few love letters. My sanity took from a girl so young, mommy you should of been 
there to shelter me from this storm. You came back mommy presents anew arms held out 
wide to receive something that this little child was denied. My love for you mommy is no 
more, with my sanity it walked out the door. No words you could say could ever fill the void 
of what i lost is what a mother, daughter bond that will never ever be reborn.


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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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Mother...

When night did then soft vespers raise
To holy heights a herald,
Sad Earth farewell'd and gentle sighed
As her little rose took flight...

And the world was less the splendorous
Though Heaven grew the richer-
Unboundaried Love by Love well hailed
'Pon shining shores of Evermore...

Noble soul, take well thy rest
And deathless dance midst saints!
As dew-drowned eyes due tribute pay
At the whisper of Mother's name...


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My New Life

Someday The Lord will call Me
and I will say to Him,
"I know it's time to take Your Hand,
So My New Life can begin."

But, On Earth I have A Daughter,
who needs Your Glory and Your Grace,
She cannot stand to let me go,
I see it in her face.

I feel it in the tears She's shed,
I listen as She cries,
She's filled My Life with Happiness,
Not to mention Love and Pride.

She's been My Inspiration,
She's been right there for Me,
That's why it's hard to leave Her here,
even though She'll Know I'm Free.


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Sacrificing

Looking through old photo boxes
I happen to trip upon
High School memories of my Mother
Resound off the walls, faded edges
Finger printed memoirs sigh between the creases
Of the emerald green sofa
Laughing, fashionable, full of vitality
Mother to me, was
A friend, a mentor, a lover, to somebody else
Seeing how she had a life, before this family

I felt the pregnant tears start to fall
Each weighing about 6 pounds or so
8 ounces, ten fingers, ten toes
Perfect forms of some sort of therapeutic
Amends for a mistake made years ago
Taking a solitary race down my face
But I never cry
I get this kind of strength from my Mom 

How is it that I don’t even know who you are?

Standing in front of the sink
Washing crusty dishes and wiping off crude recollections 
On windows, what is really behind, 
Those beautiful slanted eyes
I see in those photos?

The All American Dreamer
A photographer
Capturing moments in a single shot
Of insight, imagining her
Tiny frame spending hours in the developing room
Crimson passion running, igniting, illuminating her face
Dripping, re-dipping negatives, cutting and pasting
To make the world just a bit more beautiful
A touch more understanding
An image to make us human

How could she sacrifice everything?

For a bundle now grown and barely appreciating
Her surrender of a perfect dream, such ambition 
Why did she accept being pregnant at 18 years old
With a wide open road and an never ending horizon
Car packed, engine on blasting her favorite Madonna song
Instead she turned around and walked toward
Home, with a baby in her stomach, returning her rose colored aviator glasses
For reality tinted ones

Sacrificing one life for another

She turned around to 
Work a 9 to 5 job on minimum wage, 
She turned around to
come home to 
Such an ungrateful child

Mother, Unaccounted for, beautiful soul
Stuns me with radiance, such sweet
Abandon, selflessness,

I want to grow up to be just like her



 



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Preach

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare
Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut
Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut
You watch him out the window glass
Retreating figure gone at last

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Things get harder, mothers fired
Baby is toddler and much too tired
Money is in short supply
If only father would just comply 
To help raise his growing kid
Instead he ran and lost his bid
A single tear stains the cheek
Of a mother's soul who's much too weak

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mothers dead, everything's blown
Toddler is small child left alone
Father drunk, stumbling back
Custody left to this piece of slack
Days are long and too far gone
Nights are worse, he's never done
Talking his beer scented words speaking
He says to his child be kind, PREACHING

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Small child has developed
Distinguished individual moving up
Swearing to the sky blue
They will be nothing like you
Father in jail thief from the night
Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight
A smile to the grown child
A tear from the man of the wild

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder


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THE POSSESSIONS OF A YOUNGER AGE

Every boy has his toys,
and each girl her dolls;
and as they grow they are put away where light can't enter:
there in that closet, which often memory recalls
how delightful and merry their days were,
but wishing for a return is a constant, useless  prayer...



Everyone once had the possessions of a younger age,
some were precious and memorable, others simply painful and vacant; 
and who can remember being hugged and truly loved by all?
Many still reminisce the sad thought of having been offered none at all,
and how they longed to have felt a little, sweet taste! 
Nobody desired that more than I did, and only mother provided that!



Blue-bells seemed blither than I.. colored flowers that have no feel,
no soul to express their joy or sorrow, had I become like them?  
Larks and mockingbirds weren't as malcontent as I was indeed;
all they wished for was some rain and the quietest place to rest!
Oh, how much sympathy I felt...with no one loving them, but their Creator;
and my circumstances affirmed how true that really was for me to declare! 



An evil doer can be a father, who denies his children profound affection;
malice or thoughtlessness scars the hearts of the tender ones,
to become a malady or blight that leaves many fragments of broken lives;
and shouldn't someone grab them by the scruff of their necks, 
and put some sense into them when they intentionally induce pain?
This snarl...rebelled at such atrocity, although no slaps could prevent those tries!  


Husbands love your wives devotedly, 
mistresses are the cause of your adultery;
would the faithful ones pursue an extramarital affair?
And what are the consequences of your sin and surliness?
A curse from God for many generations,
to deny your little ones the possessions of a younger age!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Your Fault

Your Fault

Eleven years and three heartbreaks
from where you left off, 
your little girl sits alone
by a polished rock.
Waiting and waiting
in the poaring rain, 
but knowing it would never
wash away her deep pain.
Mistakes you'd never
be here to forgive.
Tradgeties she'll forever
have to relive.
Memories that will never 
fade away.
Save me! Save me!
Before its too late.
I walk in your footsteps, 
through unintentionally.
I tried forging my own path, 
yet yours is all I see.


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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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Lost

I’m lost without you in my life,
My heart aches for the love of my mother,
You should be here for me,
I know the words that I spoke, 
Were not right before you passed,
I never got a chance to make things right,
Although you were my aunt,
You were the closest thing,
I had to a mother, and I couldn’t have asked for more,
Two years since I last talked to you,
And word comes that you have passed,
So young, so very young,
You had a good life before you,
That you will never know,
I pray that you found God before you passed,
So that I can see you when I get to heaven,
At twenty-eight and so much to live for,
I want to say that you are still alive,
But I know the truth,
I wish things were different,
I will be lost without you Tia. 
RIP Meghan Marie Galaviz


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Whirlpool of Sorrow

Pulls the trigger…
Bang…Bang…Bang…
Blood and nothing else…
Screams, shouts, horns
Rain, wet, soaked

Ringing bell,
Cheerful faces full of hope
Colorful clothes, bags, umbrellas
 A worried look, anxious to get home

A cloaked figure 
With malicious gaze
At the passersby
Crawls into darkness

A ringing sound…
No movement, no answers…
Answer machine mourns
Over the sad message

A shaken figure,
With torn clothes
Holding the last drops of money
In her clumsy hands
Falls into a drunk pit
Calls out for her son

Knocks on the door…
No movement, no answers…
A piece of paper
Words shrouded in sorrow
Waiting to be read…

Cloaked figure reaching into his pockets
For the little pink and blue boxes
Tears the ribbon…
“Oh … a silver ring”
“Oh… a teddy bear”
The bear soon finds itself 
Lying on a pile of trash
The ring glowing in a shop window

The worried face reaching the doorstep
Afraid to knock
To enter
To call his mother…
A note awaits him
To take him deeper into 
Whirlpool of disillusionment

The shaken figure has managed to get up
Fumbles in the darkness of water
For her dropped coins

The cloaked figure is at home now
Stretching its evil feet on the sofa
In his cozy house there is fire
Dancing flames of warmth
Ensuring him of his happiness

The worried face is now drenched
Not with the rain but watery lavas 
Of his volcanic eyes

The shaken figure is on her way 
To her home
Where her son may be waiting
For bread and butter
Their royal food!

The worried face hears 
Knocks on the door
Rushes to see his mom
“How should I tell her?”

The shaken figure comes home
Only to see her son with 
A mourning look
No need to ask 
No need to say
Sorrow has devoured 
The only possession left to cherish
Family…


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my child

you are
the only star on a cloudy night 
before its about to rain
the last calm wave coming in
before a hurricane
the brightest color in the sky 
when a rainbow's overhead 
the last tear in my eye
before I go to bed

you are 
the ray of sun that gives me hope
when showers plague the sky 
all the glowing little lights 
that we call fire flies 
the glistening of the winter snow 
on the coldest night 
you are my child 
and I am yours 
forever in the sky.


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Invisi-Girl's Adventures

When Invisi- Girl was very young,
She was not worth stopping,
She would always end up spying or snooping,
And even a little eaves-dropping.

She would always be punished, punished harshly,
For listening in on others,
Yet even though she would punish her,
Invisi-Girl still loved her mother.

One tragic day, her mother died,
And her father was devastated,
But when her father decided to remarry,
Invisi-Girl was not elated.

One frightening day,
her step-mother said,
"Give me all your money,
Or you will be dead."

Invisi-Girl's father tried to help,
Her father tried to stop her,
But then the wife accidentally shot him,
When she meant to shoot her,

Invisi-Girl lived a horrible life,
Ever since the day her father died,
She waited on her step-mother hand and foot,
And would always let out a good cry.

The day Invisi-Girl had her twentieth birthday,
her powers she did discover,
Invisi-Girl could vanish into thin air,
And best of all she could hover.

One day she decided to make a plan,
One that her step-mother would not expect,
This expert plan would be only one,
That Invisi-Girl could detect.

ONe day Invisi-Girl used her powers,
And her step-mom she did destroy,
She finally restored the family's treasures,
And brought herself inner joy.


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The Crooked Stick

I remember the pain.
The old familiar ache.
An enemy I wear,
always there when I wake.
A branch behind my legs,
so swift, so fast, so direct.
He was so full of anger,
there laid no room for regret.
Where was she?
Did she ever care?
The pain was growing too intense.
Too much for me to bare.

And then... and then...
he was wasn't there.
the shining lights, all through the limbs,
their faces, white and fair.

He was gone... and so was she...
the branch was snapped in two.
Delicatley she swayed in the woods,
where the cypress grew.
And then I knew... she was always there.
A mother always sees.

I forever now, forever will, be haunted by the trees...


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A SONG I REMEMBER WELL

" Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down. "
These lyrics I sing over and over as my favorite song; 
I remember it well, because it suddenly revives
the voice of mother which asked for my sacrifice,
to help her when dad left home never to return...
O father, you hurt the pride of your only son! 
How could I not have been effected by the wrong
that you deliberately caused her without resentment and scorn...
wasting all for an unworthy mistress with mundane flare and lustful eyes?
O father, your infatuation turned into greed and madness,
not reminiscing the laughs of those who loved you when your heart was blessed!
The 45 vinyl record slowly spins as Simon & Garfunkel sing it with resonant voices...
and it makes me cry, but happy to have been lifted-up by their inspiring words!



" Bridge Over Troubled Water "
by Simon & Garfunkel


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Remembering Mom On Mother's Day

She could see all this in her mind
even though she hadn't  been there
it was in June with flowers in bloom
the sun very bright that morning
mom humming in the next room
she stopped to kiss me and said so long
gave me a hug and said, "I Love You"
she heard the car start
she ran to the window she was already gone
tears filled my eyes as she toys to remember
what was it  she heard how can she recall
it was in the moment that those words 
came to mind
"I Love You darling" see you tonight
so many years have gone by it seems so surreal
this Mother's Day makes it seem so real.


Dedicated to MY Mom
On Mother's Day 2007


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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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mom

in dreams like a haunting melody your voice calls to me
sweet and sad i move to your music
feeling your joy and your pain we dance in my memory
because that is all you are now
a longing,an ache that has no cure
your touch almost forgotten
i try to hold on to you but your face is lost 
in the withering wrinkles of time
i was angry you left so quickly but knew it was your time to go
i truly wish your soul the peace it deserves
i really miss you 


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Wait Death

Wait Death

When in a hurriedly hurricane
An egg expounding hope
Slips, falls and cracks open
The mother bird stands helpless
Shall she weep for a child to come?
As if the invidious kite has done
The evil she witnesses

When a green growing fruit drops
It has denied a man its joy
It’s tree mother the fulfilling joy

Even in the face of drought
The planted seed cries for rain

When an owl sings
In the daylight
Again, a soul, a young soul goes
With bitterness and languish
Causing and abusing fate

He designs to renovate the Milky Way
A golden egg of a cock
Even the Angels Strike
Remorselessly death prepares for another

Do not dig out the yam in May
For you shall eat but okra- like yam


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Blood of a liar, mark of a thief

You took it all
(I held my breath)
You screamed my name
(as you fell to your death)
The crowed gathered round
but I stood tall
with your body laying so broken
you've never looked so small

The rain started pouring down
(oh how I smiled)
There were sirens in the distance
(only a half a mile)
Down below the screaming sounds
I can't hear a thing
everyone's gaze is upon me
waiting for the once caged bird to sing

(Liar)
You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
(Thief)
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

The rain washes away the evidence
(the blood, sweat, and tears)
But rain can't wash away everythng
(no, not everything)
not the pain suffered through the years

Your words were so sweet
who was I to judge
I fell for your parlor tricks
over the edge with one small nudge
Such a beautiful disguise you wore
silly little me
I fell into your web of lies
far too young to ever see

(Liar)
You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
(Thief)
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

You could have been mine
(does it hurt now, hush, be quiet now)
You sold your soul for a good time
(does it hurt now, hush, don't speak now)
Did you think I'd never know?
(does it hurt now, does it hurt now)
Now you must reap the crop you've sewn

(Liar)
You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
(Thief)
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

(Liar)
You had such a pretty little plan
(Thief)
Carried out by such a careless little man


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A Mothers Cry

A Mothers cry comes from deep in the soul
The sound is even strange to her, truth be told
It is natural yet wild as it rips through her heart
A thought of her child suffering can tear her world apart
She would give her own life and that's just a start
Could a Mother's cry be a cry straight from God's Heart?


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The Rose and Thorny Stem

My children are a beautiful rose
I am the thorny stem.

I was a young bride
with no home of my own
mistreated and forced to abide
I left my children behind....

Their fate was to be with out
always longing for our brief moments together
They always excepted me with out any doubt.

Destiny did not abandon them
it provided a firm bond between them
Now that I've come home to stay
The Lord has taken me away
In Heaven I will wait for them.

Madre mia, your mistaken
you may have seen yourself as a thorny stem
we saw you  as our own precious jem
Your fiery and vibrant soul The Lord has taken
Our unforgettable memories of you can not be taken
we will hold on to them until we reunite again.


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Beautiful Hummingbird

September morning came 
my beautiful little hummingbird
you must have known something   
terrible was about to occur
Your life was about to be cut short….
 
That night I was at your side
my crying I was trying to hide
Seeing you in a helpless state
I knew you wouldn't be able to take
A vibrant and fiery person so full of life
Always willing to give and not take…
 
September morning I could no longer sleep
The night before I prayed  my Lord your soul to take
My spirit was restless and no one's awake
I went for a drive my heart was about to break…
 
September morning you were all alone 
As I sat in the car feeling something was wrong 
my soul is in despair I can't be strong
Lord wake her and her life prolong...
 
September morning as I look back
You were with me that morning I felt your embrace
Your place in my heart I will never replace
Seeking my memory for the image of your face...

September morning as we looked for a special plot
suddenly a hummingbird hovered just above
giving us a sign this is were you  will be laid to rest
Looking out my room all the hummingbirds hovered
offering comfort to a heart in darks cover…

September morning the Lord opened the gates
to a Beautiful Hummingbird  like no other
This Beautiful Being is my Mother
never to be replaced by another.


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A note goodbye

A note goodbye

A note
Wrapped in an envelope
Flew from under my door
As I grabbed the knob.

No name
No return address
Just a memory 
That will haunt me
Forever.

Ripping this mystery open
Without the slightest bit
Of neatness.

A letter
Is what I pulled from
This case.

Written in perfect cursive
With indication 
Of tears 
Upon the ink.

From my mother
Whom passes away
So many years ago.

"To my dearest daughter,
 Tonight is my last night in this world
The cancer is eating me alive
While I suffer with my hairless head
And my aching body.

 This note will not be discovered
For years to come,
When it is in your hands
Don't not share it with the world.

 I love you, daughter. You were my everything. Never forget that.

               With all my love,
                      Mom"

Tears soon fall upon 
This message,
Smearing all it's words
And love.



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I

She calls I a thousand names
The black witch of the south
The I in evil
The nothing that lies between
The namesayer
And the timekeeper
The thousand ticking boxes
The terror in the midst
The horseman and the thief
The alien and the astronaut
That came knocking
The air that sucked her lungs
The bitter aftertaste of sugar
The candle that burns bright
The penny that stole the truth
The fantasy leaping from the page
The trouble in the woods
The headline and the news
The temptation that makes men blind
The kiss of death
The final straw

Yes she calls me all these things
And yet all I offered was love


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Ekphrasis-DESCENT FROM THE CROSS

Jesus' dead body is taken down from the cross slowly,
Nicodemus' hands support it while His mother Mary,
not contorted by grief, is consoled by a glorious vision,
which will be revealed in the majestic morning of resurrection;
Mary Magdalene, not a virgin or chaste woman...once a part of the sinful world,
shares in that undying hope when Christ will be awaken by the trumpets sound.


Carved in precious marble by Michelangelo's masterful hands and ingenuity,
this awesome depiction is more intense than his own undisputed religiosity,
Christ still bleeds for Mankind's salvation, but death will not prevail;  three long
days He will lay down in the darkest and coldest tomb, and towards dawn
He will be resurrected by the voice of the Father whom He invoked before He died...
yes, sorrow is deeply expressed by these three figures, but their tears will be exiled!  
  

And Michelangelo abandoned the unfinished sculpture due to a marble's imperfection,
not realizing that he had captured the excruciating expression of the sacrificial Lamb,
and before these wailing faces, he must have knelt and fervently prayed,
humbly staring at Christ's lifeless head drooping and believing in Man's redemption;
and Nicodemus' face has indeed Michelangelo's resemblance, exuding much revelation... 
come closer, unbeliever and stare at this magnificent sculpture with profound admiration. 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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I just Thought,

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*


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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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9/11, 2001 " Page 1 of 2 "

9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners 
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
 
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
 
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
 
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
 
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
 
CNN and TV crew's 
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
 
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing

Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
 
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day

In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum 
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
 
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>


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Will I Still Go To Heaven If I Envy?

I watch them from the corner of my eye.
(because I don't want them to think I'm weird) 
I wonder how I could get what they have.
I wonder what happened 
that made my own mom turn away.

Do they know I watch them? 
Can they see the lump in my throat? 
Did I blink my tears away quick enough? 
Do they know? 
I hope not.

I know it's a sin to envy.
I just can't stop myself.
I want to....I know how it seems.
It's embarrassing.
It's crazy to want somebody to love you
if they don't.

But, I still want a mom.
One that would come over and visit
and ask how the kids are doing.
One that offers me a hug
when she hears how I'm hurting.

One that loves me.


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Everyone dies I just chose tonight

Darkness surrounds her she sits all alone tears streaming down her face
She feels lost the only way to sleep is to cut her porcelain skin 
Crimson dripping down her wrist stuck in sin
She screams give me something to live for 
As she lyes on the floor
She softeneds her tears
Swallows her fears
She drags the blade
Looks down at the mess she's made 
She looks one more time at the picture of her family 
Knowing they won't miss me
So lost 
So desperate for love 
Never felt cared for 
She can't wait to travel to the dead
Feelings she keeps locked in her head
Her screams for help ignored or dismissed 
Why must I suffer what have I done she screams 
She remembers her mommy and how she was ripped away by everyones hero god
Betray me 
Use me
But u will never love me for I am dammed to this place
Empty space
Just leave me here to die 
I'm sick of u seeing me cry
So just say your goodbyes
You'll see me again just six feet underground
For tonight death I have found


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A Letter to Mama

Dear Mama,

You have been gone for sixteen years
During this time, I have cried many tears
I am thankful for the time we had together
But I believe I will miss you, Mama, forever
You’ll live on in the my heart lovingly
A mother can’t ever be replaced, you see
As I sit here reflecting on my memories
You are such a big part of all of these

Sitting there sewing on your machine
Creating a designer wardrobe for this teen
Growing a garden and putting up goods
In the winter months we’d appreciate the food
Cooking up a mess of conrbread and beans
The best desserts you have ever seen
Worshiping God with the church on Sunday
Talking things over with your good friend, May

God gave you children to nurture and love
God sent me even though you had enough
I believe that He saw the desire of your heart
For a daughter who would always be a part
Of your every dream and for life’s trials
Whether we shed tears or were all smiles 
Together we learned to depend on each other
You and I were a matched pair, dear mother

God called you home much too soon
You left before the roses could bloom
The smell of honeysuckle lingers still
In my mind it always will

Love from your babygirl,
Joy


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Mother's Day

Mother's day is approaching and the sadness in my heart is brewing. 
Tring to fight back the emotions within . 
Having to go to the grave yard to see you is tearing me up inside. 
I know that we all must pass on someday but it does not ease my mind none the less. 
I will go to your permanent home at the graveyard and shower you with my love for flowers. 
We both shared that same love. 
For if not  for you i would not be here. 
So i will continue to pay my respects to you every chance i get. 
Wheather it be Mother's day or your birthday or Easter or Christmas . 
I will be there to pay you a visit. 
I want to say Happy mother's Day to you but its not happy any more without you here. 
So i will say i love you and i Miss you and you are still in my heart and soul and there you'll stay. 
Love ya Momma


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Each Precious Child

Each child is so precious,
  A treasure more than gold – 
Each child is here to cherish,
  To guide, to love, to hold.

A simple gaze into their eyes,
  And we see what we could have been -
And they look at us to find a glimpse
  Of what life has in store for them.

Although we may never comprehend  
  Why God calls them home to Him,
For we would never, ever be ready
  To let them go, we would rather go instead.

Since we cannot journey with them,
  Their memories are our saving grace,
We will hold on to them forever,
  As they become are our “Healing Place”.

So celebrate each and every moment,
  With each and every precious child,
And capture them in your memory,
  May their strength forever be your Guide.


Details | Lyric | |

Alone

I hear sounds 
i see people passing by 
and cars flashing past 
the window 
I am alone 
But not entirely alone 
for in my mind i see 
wave upon wave of memories 
crowding the shore of my reality 


Details | Free verse | |

Disbelief

In a world of muted reality
where parents once swelled with pride
the day they kissed their babies’ cries
and tasted their life’s dream
heroin poisons sons
and alcohol washes away daughters
as sunsets creak past rusted porch swings
salted with silent grief
Gone are the Sunday picnics
and the tee ball jubilation
when fortune rained God’s bounty
on fruitful fields of disbelief
where they now gather
to bury their seed


Details | I do not know? | |

My Mother

All the pain and grief is over
All the suffering’s in the pass
She is now at peace forever
Safely on her way home at last
She was a treasure on this earth
That made life seem worthwhile
Her heart was as big as the universe
And she had an even bigger smile
She’ll hold a spot deep in my heart
Until the sun no longer shines
Her memory shall live on forever
That wonderful Mother of Mine


Details | ABC | |

broken promises

you   said  you  were  gonna  take  me   to  the  movie's 
you  said  you were   gonna   take  me out  for  dinner
you    said you  were  gonna  take  me  to  the  mall
but   you     broke  your  word.


Details | Sonnet | |

When I Die

Don’t weep for the loss
I’ve merely went 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 your fashionable style
In 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 any time thereafter
In those mesmerizing eyes
Your mother is still alive
In each and every thought
Enacting what I have taught
Thru the precious moments
And every single torment
Thru every scent you intake
And each and every mistake
Your mother has not died
Your soul's where I reside


Details | I do not know? | |

Pebbles

Time slips by
like pebbles
flowing gently 
downstream
slipping silently on
before vanishing forever
into the eternal landscape
where the faces of those
we have loved and lost
blend like stars
in the seamless expanse
we call 'yesterday'.

For a moment I knew you
we were drops in an ocean
you have slipped from my grasp
and the pebbles
in the trickling stream of life
flow on.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dark Light

 Sometimes I feel like falling,
 Or drowning in the rain,
Sometimes I feel like cutting,
To see her face again.
The Shadows of a darker mind,
Twist, confuse and lie,
I never did understand why she had to die,
I see her face in haunting dreams,
Or looking back at me,
She seems to root me to the ground,
When all I want is to flee.
Her morbid beauty chases me,
Like vulchers around meat,
Her stone cold ear upon my chest,
To cocxe my finel beat,
Amogst this all is one smart ray,
A dimond in the mist,
That hold me close to take away,
The razor at my wrist,
The dark and light confuse my brain,
There never ending war,
Mother I love you and always will,
But James I love you more. 


Details | Haiku | |

sleep

the act of sleeping
falling into an abyss
where one cannot be found


Details | I do not know? | |

Pointless, Worthless, War

Why do people have to die,
for something as stupid as war?
It's pointless,
It's worthless,
and causes nothing but pain.
There may be that moment,
when the victory is great.
But there's always after,
when the sorrow sinks in,
the tears fall,
and hearts break.
Fathers and sons are lost,
leaving wives and mothers behind.
Alone to grieve,
alone to weap,
and to scream at the sky,
despising to world.
It's something that she,
will never ger over.
That she lost her som or husband,
to the squables of countries.
There is no joy in this pointless bloodshed,
that causes nothinf but heartwretching pain.
It's pointless,
and it's worthless.
So why do so many hace to die,
for something as stupid as war.


Details | Classicism | |

A kid Raising A kid

Well it happened
It’s all over now
I got to get up and raise a kid some how
I mean I still get up watching cartoons 
Now I get up changing diapers all afternoon
Running around being grown
Is what I did? 
Now god has rewarded me with a kid
The absence of sex 
I just could'in have
Yet and still when I go to school I'm failing in math
This is not how I want life to be
My mom, me, and a ba-by
I'm still young 
Therefore I don't know what to do
I guess its up to my mother to tell me what to do
Will I be able to raise you?
You’re looking at me with your beautiful little eyes
But I'm just a kid in a mother in disguise
If only I knew that I would be stuck in the house
Left with no friends 
With just my baby and me to the end
I would'in has done it 
Not one bit
Now this is the way it is 
A Kid "Raisin" A kid


Details | Free verse | |

The Haunted Token of Love

A little delicate miracle
Moving, giggling, laughing
Its little fingers
Rise in the air
To catch the unknown
To feel the intangible
Its little curious eyes roll
And glow sometimes
As if he had seen
The invisible
Pretty little smiles
Appear on his face
As if an angel 
Has descended to cuddle
Its soft body
In its divine embrace
----------------
O my little angel
How cute you look!
How pretty, how innocent
Those looks are!
You cannot see me
So what’s that which makes you
Smile? Stretch your little arms?
Giggle as if you have seen
A wonder?
How I long for your warm breath
How I miss your sweet voice
Yet all that I can have
Is these cherished moments 
Of sorrow and joy
Bestowed on my by the
Almighty
To imagine I can hear the sweet 
Melodies of your voice
To imagine I can feel the soft petals
Of your face
And wet them with my dewy tears
To imagine I can sing lullabies
For you to take you into dreams
Where you can know
That there is someone here 
Who sees, who cares, who loves…


Details | ABC | |

thank you

thank you  for the  nice things you  say   about  me.
thank you  for the  nice thing's you  bought  me
thank you  for  doing  good  things  with  me.
thank you  for  helping me when i   needed  a  helping  hand.
now  what's  all  left  to  say  is...................................
thank  you  thank  you  thank  you  thank you


Details | Epitaph | |

Smiling in Heaven

You're smiling when I think of you, 
yet in reality you were sad. 
Burying your grief in a glass of 
Dutch courage....let down again by dad. 

You are laughing when I think of you, 
yet in reality you seemed to cry - 
hands wringing with anxiety, 
....teardrops sting your eyes......... 

We were happy when I think of you. 
Childhood innocence blinding pain. 
Rainy holidays in England, 
or drinking sangria in Spain! 

When did the sadness start then? 
How could I have been blind? 
When did the laughter turn to hurt. 
When did sorrow shroud your mind? 

You nearly told me something 
not long before you died, 
but we were interrupted 
and you kept it all inside. 

We didn't really talk again - 
there wasn't any time. 
Just that phone call saying you were ill, 
no time to say goodbye. 

Yet in my dreams you're happy. 
Earthly misery dissolved. 
Worldly differences all mended, 
and arguments resolved. 

Perhaps the lesson's this then, 
that when all seems lost and dark, 
when relationships are broken 
and life has lost its spark, 

in death we are united, and 
love melts all the pain. 
We can only smile in heaven 
and happy memories remain. 


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Epic | |

Titanic Letters contest

I write this poem from my heart
As I set off on my fresh new start
A woman of the age of nineteen
Leaving her family for this American dream
With just this napkin and worn out ink
I rest this night under Gods eyes and think
Of all that I am leaving behind
To make sure my little boy and I will be just fine
The ticket cost more than we could afford
But while the captain said "all aboard"
I knew it was my last chance to truly live
And have a chance to someday give
These little hands the ability to play
Lord give us strength is what I pray
From nine to two im committed to dine
On deck with musical fingers that chime
Then again at six for dinner time
Seriate this ship while they enjoy evening wine
Though they will make money off me
My only song and melody
Will sound across the ocean floor
Free at last my wings shall finally soar
And when he’s older he will understand
A mother’s love and faithful hands
Directed his destiny to new borders
While voyaging on still waters
When he’s grown he will know no lack
For all his wealth will be in tact
I end this write until part two
My payment now I must pursue,
Day three on this exquisite sea
The people have been quite nice to me
They house me and my angel all for free
While I keep playing so eloquently
I know we will soon be there
A man offered us to stay in his care
All if I will teach his wife
To dance on zebra keys with abundent life
The lavish life I can plainly see
Never again will we feel pity,
Why are people screaming upstairs?
Ill finish my line for down here I’m unaware
This poem I keep sown in his pocket
For my son you will look back and it will be your cherished locket...

I sit here and look at all my land,
I wish for a moment I was still in your hands,
Dear mother you sacrificed your life for me,
That night our ship of dreams lost its identity,
Now grown and wise,
With your gental green eyes,
This piece of you is all I got,
As I write, my stomach is in knots,
Even though I was only two,
I remember all that you went through,
Wrapping me in a little tote,
Slipping me in that safety boat,
For many had to stay on deck,
While the ocean engulfed that wreck,
And only the rich could really survive,
Dear mother I was your wealth that’s how you kept me alive,
You have never left my sleeves,
I keep your words sown as part of me,
I know that you’re playing For God and all his angelic bliss
I end this journal entry with a cherished kiss.

By; Sabina Nicole
Titanic contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Call of an infant child

In the silence of the night
The full moon can be seen shining bright
The moon shatters with a piercing scream
A babies wail or so it does seem
A clutching hand reaches out to the sky
The infant in a crib of rubble does lie
Waiting, waiting for his mother to come
	
His young face bitter with tears
This infant child has his fears
Days pass and he is all alone
His throat is sore, his crying changes tone
All he can do is silently moan
For a family he had never known
Waiting, waiting for his mother to come

His rosy cheeks were now pale
His little heart did fail
His warm hands were now cold
He needed someone to love him, to kiss and hold
His hazel eyes closed and rested
Like a bird in the rubble he nested
Waiting, waiting for his mother to come


Details | Rhyme | |

GLEN'S TERRIBLE LOSS

He left home to pursue his lifetime dream,
it was closer to midnight and the foggy moon had no gleam;
I saw him rushing out to the taxi-cab by dragging his luggage,
all the while he thought he could manage.


His name was Glen, six feet tall with light brown hair...
the handsomest guy in town with elegance and flair;
he drove all the girls crazy, but sad was to see him go...
they all waited for him outside as he fled into tomorrow. 


He worked for a law firm in downtown Manhattan,
and won many cases getting him lots of praises;
he bought a Lamburghini and was considered the toast of town,
but to keep up his status quo he needed more money to pay those bills.


Alaska was his destination, no big deal for a white man
used to cold weather and hard work anywhere he went;
stereotype or not he was proud and really wanted that job,
but going out to sea and catch fish wasn't somehow odd?


Glen spent two years in the land of coyotes and bears,
too often he got frostbite for not covering his ears;
his fair skin turned red, his green eyes teared...
as he remembered all the things his mother feared.


Money kept coming in, but his health wasn't as vibrant...  
he coughed a lot and sneezed when the harsh Nordic wind blew
as he dreamed of his warm home while mom cooked beef stew;
many thoughts ran through his depressed mind, once so jubilant.


On May eleven of two thousand ten when the Northern Sea didn't rage,
he received a text message, " Mother is sick, hurry home. " 
He changed his work clothes, took a shower and went to Anchorage
to take the next plane to New York City as noise harmed his lobe.


By her hospital bed, he stood holding her cold hand,
and he wept not able to hold back his tears,
 " I am back, mom...I'll make up for those lost years. "
She squeezed his rough hand, then suddenly expired.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hurry Back

She calls her family together
To tell each one goodbye
From the oldest to the youngest
Her children begin to cry

She's fought this fight for many years
But this cancer is much too strong
Her will to live is fading fast
And she knows it won't be long

Her daughter asks when she'll be back
She's too young to understand
Only four years old, a tear escapes
As she holds her mother's hand

She says, "Mama you have to hurry back,
For I'm going to miss you so"
She climbs into her mother's bed
And begs her not to go

Her mother tells her not to cry
As she wipes her tear stained face
I'll always be inside your heart
You'll carry me every place

I'll be the breeze that kisses your cheek
When sadness comes to call
I'll be the smell in the autumn leaves
That ushers in the fall

I'll be your comfort when times get bad
And in everything you lack
And as her mother passes away
She whispers, "Hurry Back"


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

So Tiny

The thoughts of you, brings tears to my eyes. The tiny eyes, that I'll never get to look into. The tiny hands, I'll never get to hold. My heart breaks, when I think about, the tiny heart I'll never get to feel, the tiny voice I'll never get to hear, the tiny body I'll never get to hold closely. So tiny, So small. but our love for you, so strong.


Details | Free verse | |

The Calling Sun

These walls are blinding,
Holding no reflection, 
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.

These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.

Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
Day breaks, the sun is rising,
A little boy calls for his mother to come home.


Details | Rhyme | |

Untitled 12

Mistakes are born in sterile rooms...alone in isopropyl fumes
Beneath a spray of congratulations
Aware of darker connotations
Mistakes by fools who lose their gloves...fools in grade school, not in love
confirming all the allegations
Provoking late night altercations
These, mistakes not forgive: not put to bed like little fibs
No, you will grow to rue that day
when you realize what you walked away
from.


Details | Monorhyme | |

REBELLION AND LOYALTY

In the restless fifties, teens had to face many realities:
join the draft and go to war or rebel and bear absurdities,
the neutral ones stayed in college and avoided penalties;
oh for God's sake, why should any youngster fight enemies?
Hippies rebelled against the government and shouted obscenities;
they wanted to smoke pot, make love and have lots of babies.
When Motherland calls her soldiers, there are no certainties...
either you fight to survive, or you surely die without strategies.
All mothers cried as they departed to meet their destinies;
did anyone hear them whispering those rules to assure safeties? 
The young soldiers did, not discarding hopes and possibilities.
The Vietnam War was a long one, stretching into the seventies;
many didn't return, some did to enjoy serenities and liberties...
and proud they were to have served well, shunning insecurities.


Details | I do not know? | |

No More Time

The sun sets way too much these days.
Smells come fewer,
walls are the view,
no longer,
that ended looking in the mirror.
There is just no more time for the fun,
that was once there.
There is no more time to be somewhere.
Can not move to eat.
Where did it go?
There is just no more time.
Just let it be,
just let it go.
Do not want to think what is ahead.
One day you are alive,
the next day comes and you are dead.
Hoping never to feel because one day 
your there and then...
There is just no more time for the laughter
we shared.
There is no more time for that walk
in the rain.
Thriving no more.
Where did it go?
There is just no more time.
The smile is there,
yet so much pain of yesterday.
So clear, the sounds that we hear,
are none that we know.
The day to dread,
because it is clear that...
There is just no more time to hear a funny cheer.
There is no more time,
nothing is clear.
And this day will come,
no more flow with the air.
There is no more time.
Let what is meant to be.
Just let it go and all will be well,
because the Lord said so.


Details | Narrative | |

There is Life Beyond Death's Door

Mama stood at the kitchen sink, quietly drying the dishes and putting them away.  I 
knew 
she was crying because every now and then she would wipe her eyes with the hem 
of her 
apron.  She hadn’t been eating much, lately. She looked so tired and drained.  She 
was a 
tall, beautiful woman.  At 40 years old she looked as if she had just turned 30.  She 
was on a 
leave of absence and had been keeping busy around the house, constantly 
cleaning, 
scrubbing and washing.  In hindsight, now I know she was only trying to keep busy 
so she 
wouldn’t think about her first born son. Mama had slept so much the week before. I 
remember wondering, back then, asking myself, was she also sick?  I was too afraid 
to ask 
out loud.  I would lie next to her in her bed and watch her sleep.  Her stirring 
reinsured me 
that she was fine-only sleeping.  You see, my oldest sister, Winnie, after Brian died, 
had 
explained to me what dying was.  So then I knew that dying was like sleeping, only 
you 
never wake up. I was not going to let my Mama die also. I would bring into her bed, 
my 
coloring books and pencils and would sit on that bed until she woke up. Sometimes, 
I would 
fall asleep, then awake to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, saying her rosary 
and I 
would join her. In some ways I was like Mama.  We were both of quiet spirits but 
she was 
strong and also an extrovert.  She made friends easily.  I on the other hand, was 
shy, 
stubborn and introverted. Later on as I got older, our personality would clash on 
many 
occasions.

It was a Saturday afternoon in May.  We were all sitting at the kitchen table.  We, 
kids were 
eating all the sweets because Mama and Papa were distracted. There was still 
plenty of food 
left over from the week before. Mama’s many friends had really showered her with 
love.  
They had cooked and cleaned and comforted her as much as they could. Mama and 
Papa 
very seldom ate any food, which seemed to last forever. My older siblings were lost 
in their 
own thoughts and grief, my younger sister, Lena, my cousin Reggie and I ate 
heartily of 
anything we liked. Being the youngest of the group, we did not fully understand 
what was 
going on.  We were talking amongst ourselves about our


Details | Haiku | |

Last Kiss

last kiss
before dying
how tragic




Tribute To 
Our Loved Ones 
On The Other Side

{R.I.P.}


Details | Elegy | |

At Night She Passed Away

Bed ridden now she lays somber in my sight.
I say it is alright, mother everything is right,
Opening eyes in discomforting pain, this night,
Remembering her goals, her immortal fight,
I know deeply she was passionately contrite.
My mother will be missed, before daylight.
Her pain, agony dispelled, by Heavens might.


Details | Free verse | |

Hierarchy

With ill feet
I walk, staggering to the truth
Praying for strength Not hope
My faith has no eyes.

Blind to the fact that there are more out there
Like myself, who feel Her, 
Crumbling beneath sick feet
Join, hand-in-hand, and tell her it will NOT be ok.

That we're here, and "we know"
Coddleing her precipices
While others, when she is distracted, 
Rape Her of Her innocence.

Rejoice, Mother, Rejoice!
When human-kind ceases 
So will their need to Take
All that you would have given

Had we co-existed
as intended.
Independence, unfortunately, 
Has killed us.


Details | I do not know? | |

Motherly Love

Her blonde hair blows in the wind
As she sits on top of Dewdrop Hill
Tears run down her soft damp cheeks
For her mother was recently killed
She lays down beautiful fresh flowers
Then kisses her mothers grave
Tears falling from her bright blue eyes, she stands
She then tells herself she needs to be brave
Her head down low, she looks up
Only to see the perfect angel
Her face seems to light up with joy
She says aloud your very beautiful
Her mother opens her arms for a hug
The little girl runs up without a fight
They hug forever, never letting go
While the mother and daughter reunite


Details | Bio | |

Maxine

A cup of coffee here, a newspaper there.
A routine you shared with few.
Your smile, your laughter, and that gentle touch
that said you truly care.
Treasured moments, no other can compare.
A true gem in the rough, always know a piece
of you will live on with me. 
For you see you were more than a friend to me.
A grandmother sent for me.
A true gift from above.
Treasured always you will be.


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Father

He Walked Around The House
Feeling Less Then A Man
 Because He Got His Girl Pregnant
There Were No More Chance
 
He Walked Around Mad About Big Things And Small
Because The Girl That Was Carrying His Seed
Didn’t Want It At All!!
 
She Tried So Many Methods Of Giving It Away
Her Family Was Poor So Was His
But He Wanted To MAN UP And Support His Kid
 
The Girl Now Didn’t Want Nothing 
To Do With Him,
So She Tried Her Best To Get Through To Him
But Lies Was Told
And So Many Secrets Was Held
 
The Mother Is Now Full Turn
And She Begin To Get Sick As Hell
Its Not Effecting The Baby
Which He Is Now External
The Sickness Is Within The Mother Internal
 
She Confesses To The Male

"You Are Not The Father" 
As She Lay In The Bed
Took Her Last Breathe
And Smile To Herself
 
Because That Day That Boy
Grew Up, He Not ONLY Became A MAN, He Also Became A Father
To A Fatherless And Motherless Child!!!


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Not Ready Part 2

Daughter: 

Why?

Why did you do this to me?

I wasn’t ready to come out

And it hurt mommy

It hurt really badly

But then it stopped

You dumped me in a toilet

I didn’t even get a chance to say good bye

Why mommy?

What did I do wrong?

I loved you mommy

Didn’t you love me?

Didn’t you believe in me?

I promised I was going to make you proud

Did you think I couldn’t do it?

I sorry for not being good enough for you

I see you cry every night mommy, holding your stomach

More then you did when I was there

Everyone else seems happy but you

I wish you had let me be there for you

To love you unconditionally

But you didn’t want me to,

I noticed you never look in the mirror anymore

You don’t spend hours on your hair and makeup anymore

Remember how I was going to be your twin?

Is that why you never look?

Because of me?

Probably not

You don’t care about me

You killed me

Maybe you crying over daddy

He left you after you left me

I would’ve stayed mommy

I would’ve made sure you were happy

I would’ve loved you forever

But you didn’t give me a chance

 

Mother:  

I’m sorry

I’m so sorry

I messed up

They told me it wasn’t alive

But I saw the little body

Bloody, tiny, and helpless

I can’t do anything but cry

My boyfriend left me

My parents still won’t look at me

And now I’ve lost my only baby

I’m alone and empty

And a murderer

I didn’t even give her a chance

To see, breath, smile, cry, love, touch, smell, fail, succeed

To Live, and I regret it 


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Mother

Stepping out of one world and into another
It was my wish that I visit with mother
Attempting to leave my burdens behind
Many things of troublesome worry still linger in my mind 
   
Desperately searching for the most wonderful woman of beauty bright
It was apparent that mother was nowhere in sight
Struggling to fathom the idea that on this day my mother I may not see
Desperately calling to mother to “come to thee”

Searching both near and far; “mother dearest I long to be where you are”
It was on that day; I remember well on my heart was left a scar
For it seemed like an eternity that I did roam 
When at last my search was over when it was your beautiful name I saw in stone

Remembering back to the days of old
It was the words of a wise and witty woman that was told
As a tear gently rolled down the curve of her face
It is the love for each other I’m sure that no one can replace 

For as I entered, there will be a day that I must go
But there is something that I must share with you and you must know
Forever you have been and forever you will always be in my heart
And it is by your side that I will never part 


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Tribute to my Mother

Tribute to my mother 
  
Nothing can compare to
 The great loss that I feel 
Nothing can compare 
To the love I had to give. 
I often think about the precious
 Smile on mother’s face 
And the motherly and daughterly
 Talk, that went on for days. 

She knew how much I love her,
 I could tell it in her voice, 
I could tell how much she loved me;
 I could feel it in my heart. 
Sometimes when I felt lonely
 Or even burden down 
All I had to do is think about her,
 And she would be around. 

Mother would take her gentle finger,
 And wipe the tears from my eyes 
The heavy burden was lifted,
 And I felt better inside. 
My dear sweet mother; even 
Though you are gone
I feel that you are free 
But your kindness and 
Courage will live on in me.
 
All the things you taught me,
 Are kept silently in my mind 
And it will keep me stronger
Each and every time 
Saying good-bye is something
 That has to be done 
Losing a mother is never easy,
 This I have learned. 

If you are looking down from 
Heaven and hear the words I say; 
Peace is still: 
My mother has gone away. 
No matter what words be spoken,
 On tomorrow or today 
My heart is broken,
 But I’ll love you anyway. 


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How Could a Mother

The word betrayal 
As i say at forty nine
Goes back when i was five
Way back in time

A mother, a father
And two little boys
A mother who played around
For her own little joys

Then one night
When her kids were asleep
Next door started a fire
We were out in the street

Our house was burnt down
Every thing we had was lost
Could we move on as a family
At no matter the cost

It was not to be
As in the courts it was decided
Two boys with their father
And their mother, now divided

What takes a mother
And her decision to leave home
To leave her young boys
In her selfish roam

Her husband, her boys
Start to make a new life
Then on that April day
Again, its filled with strife

William, her eldest
On a Monday night
Was knocked down and killed
Dragged from, her youngest ones sight

He never survived
We thank the angels he never
His limbs of four
Under the van were severed

How could a mother
Be as selfish as this
Leave her two young boys
For her adult bliss

Two years later
Her youngest nearly gone
Upon a bottle he fell
His artery severed, his life withdrawn

Maybe the angels
Were with him that day
For you now read his words
That his history says

Seven years later
My father departed
Broken hearted, distraught
Since her selfishness started

He joined his eldest
As they shone with the stars
Leaving the youngest behind
To live with the scars

Its what happens to a family
That becomes so frail
As she abandons her kids
The ultimate betrayal



My entry into Olusegun Adelana " Betrayal " contest




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-5.php







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WAR

Atrocity all over,
Belligerent in parts,
Catastrophe in houses,
Denial in all the minds.
Effectiveness of weapons,
Ferocity in souls,
Geographical locations
Itineraries hold.
Justifiable crimes and
Knives cutting hearts away.
Lonely are the ones that leave;
Mothers often weep and pray.
Nobody cares at all,
Only power they must seek.
Poor are the ones
Quite eager to stay safely meek.
Random killings all the time,
Some for money 
Too many for none.
Under the sword of Aries the fight
Varies the price it carries.
We all suffer, war’s no gift
Xenophobia can excuse,
You can’t think the whole abuse
Zen-like-wisdom does inflict.


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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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COMMUNION WITH MY DEAD MOTHER

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 few 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!
Force fields from this lithe Brooklyn native
(whose pronunciation a dead ringer giveaway to any amateur and junior linguist)
lives in the guise of aural spectra
especially within the hallowed sanctity of Glen Elm domicile
and continues to emit indomitable and unfading rays of pure energy and light!









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Lumps in our throat

Son you got gone today
they got you while I was away
Mac you knew it was comin
you finally stopped runnin
at least you'll be home someday

Oh baby, this lump in my throat!

Son you left your room a mess
you did it on purpose I geuss
you knew as I cleaned
it would help you get weaned
but to me it's a great test

This damn lump in my throat.

Son you even broke the bed
tells me you're outta you head
maybe I'll leave it that way
so nobody else can stay
ain't no one can sleep in your bed

This huge lump in my throat...

Reminds me when I would hear
the sound you make when you clear
the lump in your throat
then I'd know you were home
then I could sleep without fear

At least you'll be home someday
but to me it's a great test
ain't no one can sleep in your bed
I'll try to sleep without fear
You too, ok?


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Accept My Hugs

How could I sense when people are in need of hugs? 
I always had that loving heart
Now what happened to it? 

I'm in big trouble...ragged with loathe 
My hugs don't hold the same feelings
It chokes the living from their shelter
It makes them weak...I slowly swelter 

If I offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave me hanging there? 

How could I sense when people are in need of hugs? 
I always have had that loving heart
Now what happened to the love that shields us all?
How did this horrid situation tear us all apart? 

My hugs hold no importance...lacking desire
It only feeds the fire
Not the helpless in heart 
It clusters annoyance in the soul 

If I offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it? 
or leave me hanging there? 
Now I'm lustered in wrath...

I fear that dad will lose you 
Just over a single hug given by him...
Your affectionate embraces feel so grim 
Restrain from losing yourself
Accept his hugs that hold such guiltless charity

Free from faithless arguments...don't hold on to worthless words

If he offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there in the freezing cold?

His hugs aren't sold
Like a piece of perishable gold
To an ignorant form just like you
It holds freedom...it's all true 

If he offered you a hug, 
Accept them and appreciate his offer
Because he doesn't dwell on the negativity
Feel free to say your last goodbyes
But, remember us as our family departs...and dies

If He offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave Him hanging there in the freezing cold
Without His healing arms
Cradling you and your family throughout the furious night? 

If he offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there? 

It wouldn't be a dissappointment
If you would willingly
Accept his hugs

We would be drowning with excitement
If you would certainly
Accept OUR hugs


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Momma

Momma why do you hold me so tight
crying tears within my sight
Momma I will be your new baby blue
nothing else can be as true

You lost the love of your life last night
now I am here being held so tight
I promise you I will not try to run away
hoping that our love will not sway

I will always remain thy new born son
will remain so till thy days are done
I will always have a place close to thee
even though you must  set me free

Free to fly the world so blue and wide
always to remember you near my side
Daddys gone and it was not his fault
never to see the son you sought


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Who to Turn to?

"Who to turn to?"

Walking on a sidewalk
in downtown New Orleans.
Night is the worse time to be out.
A father coming from work,
a long day at the office, he just wants to be home.
In just a matter of minutes,
a life is taken during a drive-by.

A little boy, and his mother, wait at home.
Waiting for daddy to arrive,
so they can all have dinner.
An hour passes by.. two hours, then three.
Where is he? Did something happen?

As soon as she goes to call the police
a knock is pounding on the door.
"Hi, I'm Officer Williams. I'm afraid I have bad news."
She knew at that moment
that her life was over.
Her love, her best friend,
was gone.
Who will she turn to?
To talk to when she's got a problem,
to lean on when she needs a shoulder.
Who will she turn to?


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Family Conflict

Soft mallets play the xylophone
In comes the low note g on trombone
Two hard mallets add their sound
There's no dry bones around

Soon the sound of a low bassoon
Bongo drum adds its tune
Wind blowing the harsh melody around
Orchestra pitch now the sound

All this floating to the ground
Soon  the only thing to be heard
Loud bassoon making its words
Quiet, quite still; one lone note
Bass drum----boom


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She's a Runaway

While on patrol Down by the beach A shadow in the water Just out of my reach It's off a young girl About sixteen years old What would have troubled her For her life to fold We report it in And await the coroners van To unscramble this enigma As to why this all began Down at the morgue Through her belongings we look A bracelet we find And her diary book We check on the computer Under the missing persons file This girl so young Still a juvenile We sit and ponder At her watery stray This girl so young She's a runaway We head back to the patrol car For we have sad news to tell How do you tell her parents For inside me it dwells We knock on the door And her mother appears May we please come in As her smile disappears On the beach front tonight A young girl was found In the shallows by the pier I'm so very sorry, she drowned On the way back to the precinct I'm thinking of home Of my own young daughter Pray-fully, she'll never roam A week has passed Since they laid her to rest They said, look after your daughter I sure will mam, I'll do my best http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php


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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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broken home

                       
she came from a broken home
where the parents at each other
would throw stones.
every day they would argue, bicker 
and fight, all the way till the night.
not realizing their Childs plight.
the child to them in turn would scream
but in the battle she was not seen.
   from her father she had sexual abuse
fighting with him, was of no use.
he forced himself upon her at a very young age
from there on, her life would never be the same.
living in fear of what he would do
and who she could turn to.
where could she go
the judicial system moves very slow.
when she had told her mother.
her mother said it could never be
why would he go with you
when he has me? 
she knew then, that she would have to leave
and with her being gone, no one would grieve.
      she would pack her bags, with everything
she owned, and on the road she would go.
with tears in her eyes, she walked out
the door, to return never more.
and as she got to the swinging gate
her mother screamed to her
but it was too late.
on her dresser bureau, her mother found this note.
you gave birth to me, and brought me
into this world, and you had always said
that I was your little girl.
but when I told you what had happened to me
you laughed and turned your back on me.
   so now I am leaving, because I can not
continue this abuse, don't look for me, it will be of no use.
I love you mom, or you are my mother
just watch out for my little brother.
  I am a child from a broken home
and I know that I’m not alone.


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Momma

Momma, can you hear me? 
Does my voice reach Heaven? 
The Lord knows I've been praying for you 24-7
Momma, can you see me? 
Can you see me when I cry? 
Jesus, why did you have to take my Mom? 
Jesus, why did she have to die? 
Momma, are you waiting for me? 
I know your passing isn't the end
I know through our Lord Jesus Christ 
I will see you again
Momma, I'm thinking of you in everything I do
I just hope you knew ho much I loved you


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Dirty trick

It’s 3:15 am and you’re out walking the street

Been a long night for you, treated like fresh meat

Only sixteen, shaking your stuff for the boys

Moving that tight can with your bag full of toys

A john here and there, what the hell, just another lay

Use me, rape me, push it in deep, whatever you have to say

Your old man’s got three other tarts; it is his trick of the tail

All young hot girls on the street, fresh meat for sale

You’re just another runaway, sometimes getting beat

Too close to the fire, you’re gonna get burned, you don’t even feel the heat

One night a trick goes bad, they find you the next day dead

The last thing going through your mind was something your momma always said

Baby girl, don’t get yourself in the world alone and lost

You have no idea what it will do, no measure of the cost


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Wounded

Lonely and alone, single now with the children my only comfort and yet a reminder.
The divorce a tug of war between me and her for what once was mine, I thought.
My heart lies languid and still a deep dark mountain pool, without flutter or ripples.
The waves and white water emotions will come flooding in after dark.
Our little ones must not glimpse in me the ugly cuts and scars of your infidelity. 
 I force myself into our once cramped now too empty bed.
 I can now cry quietly in solitude for love and affection like a wounded animal.
I silently scream to be touched, to be reached for, and to be desired.
I miss you I still love you I would forgive you I still want you, Joe where are you?
I hide in the shadows of my despair, dream of killing her, torturing painfully and slowly?
I’ll be gouging out her eyes with one degrading glare a smile and a snicker.
I’m gutting her slowly with only the nightly beckoning of my little finger.
A tryst in the Sykes parking lot in the back seat of our car inches from your son’s safety seat.
Pass a silent gift a potential killer and ruin her womanhood and child bearing potential, almost taking her life.
Rip apart her family with whispered AM phone calls and PM come hither stares.
Strip her self-esteem and ego depositing them without remorse in a blender set to puree.
I would do to her all that she has done to me and more, I am lonely, alone, single now and only them to thank.
  

                                                                 Summer Gratias


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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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I Remember the Rose

For most, a rose is romance.
A rose is the passion within -
The forgiving flower.
The tenderness that is, pure love.
But not to me.
A rose to me is sadness,
It’s essence and it’s scent,  
I recall a painful memory -
A lonely reminder of a woman,
I never got to meet.
It’s velvet beauty surrounded her,
So pale and still she lay
My grandma.
I recall my father’s face;
The first time I ever seen him cry.
On his knees by his mother -
At her coffin.
So when I smell a rose’s love,
In retrospect, I think I understand
The beauty and the essence it demands.
For it was the rose that I remember -
and I think about her quiet face,
My Nana, 
the gentle rose
The woman that brought my father
to his knees.


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fetus

every feeling, every thought
cursing through these veins
cut off by the blood clot
i don't miss these growing pains
you taught me to love
you taught me to hate
when push came to shove
i could always relate
every feeling every thought
i was your fetus
i was your blood clot
and now look at us
full of self pity, self doubt
i hate you, I HATE YOU
for everything i'm about
what is it? i didn't do?
the feeling the thought
one year away
from doing everything i wasn't taught
what is it? i didn't say? a part of me is always you, it's always 'us'
its's every feeling, it's every thought
find another fetus
find another blood clot


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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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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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AN INCARCERATED FATHER

He chose the illegal way,
instead of honesty and prayer,
to deny his sordid existence with the blankest stare;
and while tragedy strikes home,
he can't evade those prisons' walls and run free
to comfort with his shallowness a wife drowned in sorrow,
struggling to make a living,
giving more density to an empty feeling...



An incarcerated father,, temporarily alienated 
from society,while his kids' dreams are incinerated;
had he been a good dad like others have,
nothing of this sort would have happened..no goodbye, no tears!
Fathers, ponder over this and spare them many useless heartbreaks!  
Never let them see you dragged in chains to a courtroom,
and  feel the humiliation of the harshest words from a furious judge!
Is this what you like to hear and not change anytime soon?  
  


What makes any man desire 
others' possessions that they earned with their sweat;
what makes a dishonorable human being seize,
by a swift and injurious hand, what isn't his?
Desperation and deprivation play their role,
to bring to completion the Devil's schemes of deceit;
any remorse, not to suppress guilt, and make this sin remissible:
to erase everything from his conscience consumed by greed?
 


An incarcerated father, dreaming of those innocent faces,
he condemned in hell without any fault of their own; heartless father,
take another look at them and see how they shiver;
they would like to hold you, but something holds them back...
if you are capable of carrying out the evil in you and hurt strangers,
how will they ever trust you and not see that as a possible threat? 
Untrustworty and unworthy one...you have failed as a dad;
and would they understand and rescue you from the inferno you've created? 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The Beast

Tearing
at our flesh
Lapping
at the blood and tears
as though it were 
cream
between my mothers thighs.


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Unfortunate Son

I know I've hurt some people
Too many ways for me to tell
They send me tears and letters
I never meant to be in this hell

I walk a long and lonesome road
There's a million pounds on my back
I should've been successful and happy
But I ended up losing sight of the track

To my mother, I lied because I needed it
To my father, I never meant to be this way
To my siblings, I never meant to let you down
I only tried to live life and get by each day

It was all too good to be true
I always thought it would last
I guess I got what I deserved
I just wish it didn't go by so fast

I know I've hurt some people
Too many ways for me to tell
They send me tears and letters
I never meant to be in this hell


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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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The Mother

Sad hands
soft sighs
Felt a loss
Her son away now flies

Alone and feeble
A scrapbook on her lap
Reminiscing
Because she can't get it back

Elementary Photographs
2nd grade
Proud of the Boy
And the progress that he made

High school Basketball
6ft 7inches tall
Mom took a picture
Forever displayed on Bedroom Wall

Son moves away
Just got married the other day
The mother called
Two voices had a lot to say

Missing Boy
Now D.A.
Time is gone
Then is Yesterday


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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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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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I Am the Mother of War

Tears drop from Mother Earth’s eyes
At the unspeakable horrors
Released by humankind.

Born from Her womb,
These children of Earth murder
Among themselves to the very last.

Mercy flees the scene
As dark knights of Adam charge forth
Into the red mist of blood.

Bullet after bullet,
And sword after sword
Plunge deep into men’s bodies.

Raw violence infiltrates the souls
Of those who rage uncontrolled
Toward their screaming brethren of the Earth.

Their mother sheds another tear
For her dear children gone astray
Fated to lie evermore on bloodstained deathbeds.

Trampled under the marching drumbeat,
Shattered dreams and dashed hopes
Die their death amidst empty corpses.

Mourning the immense loss of life,
Mother sadly gazes down on her children
And speaks the words: I am the Mother of War.


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Searching

Floating, hovering like a dragonfly 
in search of a safe landing place. 
Roaming, travelling, never settling, 
in constant fear of desolation. 

No beginning, and no end in sight - 
 - suspended animation - certain of my creation, 
but hanging like a mist or balanced 
like a spider on its gossamer web. 

Unconditional love did not exist for me: 
there was always a condition. 
Insecure security - no blood ties you see. 
No sense of belonging, so belonging nowhere. 

The illusion was there 
and I believed it for a while. 
My childhood innocence allowed me that, 
but now, in callous adulthood, I am spared no pain. 

In harsh reality, cold light of day, 
the truth is stark: I was abandoned, 
given birth to and relinquished 
for no reasons known to me. 

No explanation given.  No excuses. 
An inebriated memory, or a raped repugnance. 
Yes, an unhappy, irritating accident probably. 
Born and gone - out of sight and out of mind. 

The effects of that inauguration 
are hardly ever seen - they're privately 
wept for; written about; drunkenly 
discussed at dinner, or in times of 

despondency, dwelt unhealthily upon, 
when their deep-seatedness shallows 
into consciousness and lurches from 
my dreams into reality - forcing face-to-face 

acknowledgement that I was not 
meant to be: that my existence was 
a nuisance, a niggling inconvenience 
to be discarded heartlessly. 


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Loss

‘Do not fear’, she told me
as I measured the value of carrying on
with a life with a gap, 
with a life on my own.

‘Your pain will diminish’, 
was a covenant she made
without a lie in her voice, 
but with an ephemeral attempt.

We balanced each other’s pain
for less than a year and a half.
Then a man tempted her away
and a plague sickened my heart.

I have thrust away her love
like she pushed away my being.
Now a chasm lies between us,
which I have dug despite my craving 
to cross to the other side, 
to throw my arms around her, 
to accept the other guy, 
their communion and their ardor.

I don’t seek to ruin
the security that she built,
but I wish that she could see
how alone for years I’ve felt. 

My pain never diminished,
but its intensity has augmented.
Now I mourn for not one loss,
but a second that I’ve created.


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mother of all souls

The sky was crying the night before she passed away
None of us realized that she was going to leave us   
Shocking news in the morning after
That we have lost a mother of all souls

All souls have lost a haven nearby 
That now, she is no longer with us
Compassion was the only strength she had
She committed her life for all souls

Love is the only memory that we keep in mind 
Not anyone of us ever saw her in anger or even cheerless
We were nothing but immature souls
Somehow we have lost a sincere compassion

People respected her as a beloved mother 
It never occurred in our minds that she was a hero
Her dedication for the nation and the family

Something that she never mentioned in life
Memories are all we have now
Every word and every motion

It is so hard to accept the reality
But the best way is to keep her in heart
God will give her a peaceful place beside

Our prayers will warm her forever now
Our hearts are in the deepest lost 
But we know she wanted us to move on life

Words cannot portray her genuine heart
We felt remarkable compassion and devotion
Something that we should keep that in mind
That love and honesty are the source of life   







































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Memories In A Locket

You didn't think I saw you
Wishing on a star
Looking to the heavens
Drifting from afar

Hands around a locket
Held close to your chest
Time lost with the moment
For you were truly blessed

Moonlight on the water
Reflections from the sky
Stars that twinkle brightly
As the clouds drift by

Gentle breezes in the air
Your hair danced with the wind
You looked down at the locket
Then looked back up again

I watched you slowly close your eyes
And say a little prayer
Suddenly you were gone
And I was standing there

Hands around a locket
Held close to my chest
Memories of a lifetime
Yes, I'm the one who's blessed


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The little girl

The little girl who wasted years
Ignoring precious time
Has given love a second chance
By mending what's inside
And thus by healing her broken heart
Two were saved to find
A friend they lost, far out of sight
But never out of mind
And the  little girl with an empty hand
Now holds her mother's tight
Free to talk about the pain 
Of time that passed them by

And though the years once lost are gone
It's now that holds the key
It's not how many seasons change
But time before we leave
To tell the ones we love the most
With measured time to share
For a fleeting life, comes and goes
But love's forever there,
Was a lesson learned by the little girl
Who closed her heart one day
But given to so very few
A second chance to say
That love is now between us
The wall's been taken down
The daughter's found her rightful place
Beside her mother now

Kevin D. Fix





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how could u

how could u leave me with just my innocence
how could i was just a baby
how could u forget all about me 
how could u not take me with u
how could u just sit there and help not help me
how could u throw him away i hate u for that
how could u say he dont love me 
how could u let me not have nothing to do with him
how could u leave me with only little memories of u 
i cant stand it i hate u both of u for everything if u would have takein me i could of
avoided all of the crap that has become of my stupid painful life


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The Perfect Mom

She was there for me when
I took my first breath.
It was she that offered comfort
as I lay my head on her chest.

It was her hand that reached for mine
whenever I would stumble.
And it was her soft voice I heard
when the storm outside would rumble.

It was her eyes that filled with tears
when I made my very first A.
And it was her ear that would listen
when I had a bad day.

It was her lips that smiled at me
filled with such pride.
When I brought into this world
her very first grandchild.

It was her arms that held me
when I laid my husband to rest.
And it was her words of encouragement
that kept me from falling off the edge.

It was her mind that taught me
how to be strong.
And it was her heart that taught me
to admit when I was wrong.

It was her life that I prayed for
night after night.
And it was my selfishness that
constantly pushed her to fight.

It was her face that told me
she had finally found peace.
And that her time here was over
as I was overcome with grief.

It was my cries that could be heard
for many miles I know.
And it was my tears that stained
the satin roses lying beneath her name in stone.

It is my heart that feels her
everywhere I go.
And it is her spirit that will keep me safe
until God calls me home.

She was there for me 
when I took my very first breath.
And I was there for her
when she took her very last.

She is in Heaven now waiting
with wide open arms.
Because that is what she is
she's The Perfect Mom.


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The Curse of Unlimited Time

“Don’t forget to take your dose.”
My stomach in knots, as I shakily spoke.
“Baby, you know my death is coming close.”
“But mommy, I don’t want you to go.”

Doctors walked past,
Blurs of white stepping in and out fast,
As my mother and I tried to make the night last,
Pulling out memories and revisiting the past.

All of our ‘remember when’s’,
Made me wish I was there again,
Back when I thought there was time to spend,
With my mom, on who I could always depend.

“Why’d this have