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Summers Eve

~Summer’s Eve ~


I am a woman!
I am proud-

I am everything you want. 
Plus more
The adoring wife,
A beautiful mother, 
A grandmother a granddaughter 
A daughter, a sister,
A lover, the aunt.
Your enemy, your friend.
I am the working lady.
A widow left behind.

  I AM!
The Spawn of Adam's rib-

  I AM!
A mentor throughout this world. 
A lady with class, sometimes a material girl.
A flower, and the sound of rain.


I am the color of the rainbow. 
I am deeper than the sea. 
I am the pink ribbon you wear.
I am delicate like snow.

  I AM!
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.

  I AM!
The Daughter of Eve-

And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse. 
 Summer's Eve.

*****
In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!

By;PD


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The truth about women

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

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

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

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

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


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The Best Mistake

You made the mistake and now,
your afraid to face this day. 

Your thoughts are racing through 
and through.

You wonder if your family looks at
you as a disgrace, but you'er mother
takes you and reasures, your very 
much loved in grace.

Even though your much to young
for this breathing little thing this
has become.

You couldn't just throw it out
like it was a peice of trash.

So you grow up and take the
path that led you to your best
mistake for years to come.


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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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Since First I Saw You

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

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

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

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

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


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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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halloween

The howls of the wolfs strike the beast beneath the bed it roars 
For it’s the full moon to night Scary of course
The little kid crawls out the bed to go to the toilet that night
When he thinks of the witches  and the beasts that bit
He steps back into bed when he gets a horrible frit
A ghost comes out the cupboard a skeleton from beneath the bed 
A monster comes through  the door way that he thinks will eat his head
A witch hackles from in his draws and then he fins out
It’s his sister his brother his mother and his father all messing about
From beneath the bed his brother with a skeleton  mask
Well in his cupboard his father with out a doubt
From in his draws his sister the smell little brat
From under the door way his mother of course he did say note
What he did was put his hand in his desk grab a water gun and squirted them all and his mum
He felt kind of stupid much more then he did before 
When he found out it was is nan and granddad how organized it all


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My Sister's Sandals

Look at that big world way out there,
eyes only three  just sit and stare,
Oh, how I want to go outside of this door,
to see that big world that's mine to explore!

" You're much too young,"   mother would say, 
"to go outside alone and play".
And then to add to my bad news,
she takes away my only shoes.

But my sister's sandals are still there,
Should I take them? Do I dare?
I do, and suddenly I am free,
just as happy as can be!

My journey now I can complete,
with sister's shoes upon my feet.
The sand burrs in the alley way,
would not stop me, no not today!

Then like a  big, exploding bomb,
my sister calls out to our mom,
that I have stolen what was hers,
to walk across those sharpened burrs.

Mother's angry, I could tell,
she sees me and begins to yell,
"Take your sister's shoes off now! 
And get back here, I don't care how!"

I'm so scared, but this I do,
I take off one, then the other shoe.
My sister takes them both away,
and now I have a price to pay.

Our mother shrieks, "Get over here!"
I cry from pain and I cry from fear,
as burrs pierce through my tender  skin,
I beg my mom to make it end.

As I am crying, "Mommy, please!"
I fall down on my hands and knees,
but still she's screaming with that voice,
so I crawl through burrs, I have no choice.

She reaches down and grabs my hair,
and beats me while the neighbors stare,
She hits my face repeatedly,
while she says these words to me,

"I'll teach you not to cause me grief!
I'll teach you not to be a thief!"
I used to want to go explore-
but I don't want to anymore.


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Two

It was the summer of 1938 when the whisper of fate broke through the airless 
night,
And two curious children got to their feet the little girl knew something was not 
right.
Little Jack the baby, stood in the middle of the room, the dirt floor cool on his bare 
feet,
his sister did not stand, but walked over to the screen door unmindful of the 
Texas heat.

Who told the girl what happened? Could it be that angles spoke softly in her 
small ear?
She looked at her little brother Jack, and told him what she knew, in her voice 
was no fear.
“It’s daddy you know, he’s not coming back Jackie” she said in a quietly hushed 
tone.
Little Jack was so young, and he didn’t understand.  But daddy, he never did 
come home.

Their mother you see neither one can truly recall, maybe for them she never 
really was,
She walked through their lives on a stage of drama never doing the things a 
mother does.
But they remember the rainy day in a town that is now gone, when daddy was laid 
to rest,
Their mother you see showed up late, in a new car and wearing her brand new 
Sunday best.

The Two though they went on, as children do.  The little girl mothering her little 
brother Jack.
So small and alone, they looked for food in the trash the little girl with her brother 
on her back.
Mother was there somewhere, laughing in the dark secrecy, loving what men 
could provide.
The children to her became baggage, inconvenient, a hindrance that she just 
could not abide.

Some in the town began to take pity, watching the rag dolls as they walked 
through the street,
When evening fell the town went home, so did the Two in their frayed clothes and 
bare little feet.
But time can bring sweet escape, and that came to the Two through the blessing 
of a new life,
It was their fate not to grow up together, one knowing peace the other life colored 
with strife.

But the Two would meet through out the years for their destiny is intertwined in 
blood and history,
Time marched on and as they now age they share in each others lives, a lasting 
bond and mystery.
She can no longer carry Jack on her back, but she has always carried him in her 
heart and mind,
And to Jack, his sister has always been more than words can explain, more than 
most will ever find.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

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

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

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


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I'm Going Home

,

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

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

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My Dad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


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It's not a mask,it's my face

I like to wear mask

I wear a mask everyday

This mask I wear for my mom

This mask I wear for my brothers

This mask I wear for my sisters

This mask I wear for my dad

This mask I wear for my aunts

This mask I wear for my cousins

This mask I wear for my uncles 

This mask I wear for my grandma

This mask I wear for my grandpa

This mask I wear for friends

This mask I wear for strangers

I've grown so accustomed to wearing a mask, I've even made myself believe it's my face.

It's sometimes painted.

It's sometimes plain

It's sometimes decorated

But even after all that, when the night comes and I'm sitting alone I remove the mask. And out falls everything that I fear.My scars shows.And the darkness finally is let out.

I can cry, silently

My screams are never heard.

But that's alright, as long as everyone else is happy it's fine right?


To be honest, you just sound selfish.


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Did The Lord Build Your House

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


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Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

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






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Qualities of Health Engendering Women

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


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We Are There With You

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

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

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

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


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


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My Family Hair

I call myself a blonde,,,
Never a redhead, like my sister,
Oh how funny she thinks that is.
Still, another one is brunette like our mother.
My mother was an Irish and Norwegian girl. 
I also have another younger sister who was blonde
Then it also turned brunette like my mother ~ I could 
Never figure that out ~ I of course thought she dyed it. 

Then, there are my three brothers,,, 
Youngest was a sandy blonde, sort of. 
The oldest one was also a sandy blonde.
Who always reminded me of Ricky Nelson.
Then there , "was", my brother Bill, who died.
He was also a redhead like my oldest sister. 
We bumped heads a lot, too much I thought.
 
Then, there is my father, who brought the red hair.
He came from a family line of red haired Scotch/ Irish.             
Oh, yes, then there is my lost sister Shirley - Anne 
Died at six months, from what they called a blue baby.
Mom always said she was a sweet baby and a redhead.
I used to wonder if I was her, in a new body, slightly red.   
  



Jan. 19, 2013   Saturday 4pm 
" inspiration from "Duke Beaufort's poem "color crazy" thank you.

As little girl" I wondered if I was Shirley- Anne, because
I was the girl who came after her, she was born 1953, I in 1955,,
 mom never said too much about my thoughts, so maybe she felt the same ? 
Or maybe she thought "there goes my crazy little girl"


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WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



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

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


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Sister, Sister

Mother Superior faced a daunting task,
Like no other in her forty years.
She had prayed it simply wasn’t so,
That Godly intervention might belie her fears.

But sadly, there was no such intervention,
No relief from the duty she did rue.
Despite her hopes and all her prayers,
It had been confirmed.  What she feared was true.

So, she gathered all the Sisters after Vespers.
The impromptu meeting caused quite a stir.
There was murmuring as they filed into the chapel.
She hesitated for a moment... but no, she was sure.

“Sisters, I asked you all here to share some news.
It’s something I never thought I’d have to say.
We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent.”
Mary Catherine, a Sister for sixty years, said, 
“Oh, thank God.  I’m so tired of Chardonnay.” 


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Elenor Quine

Elenor Quine


Elenor Quine was her name, but they just called her Nellie. My late mother said.

She was born in 1909.She was always apparently the last one up to bed


She was one of my  Mothers sisters, who died when she was just  twelve years old.

Because she got soaking wet then caught a cold

It then turned to Pneumonia. The year was 1921.

There was not a lot that could be done 

My Mother was just ten, at that time. Her other sister was Winnie, Her brothers Bill and Tom.

But they are all now long since gone.

She did have another sister born years  after Nellie died.

She was called Bunty When she arrived everyone cried.

She too has long since gone. Throughout the whole of her life my late mother kept a little white dish with two handles on it.

Because it used to be Nellies, I can’t bear to bin it.

This afternoon I just got it down to dust. Then all the memories of what I have been told 


Came flooding back to me,. So much history it has. It is so old.



Now it is going back on the top shelf again.


A little dish that holds a story of pain.


So although Nellie I never knew you. 

I just wanted to write a little verse about  you.




 


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A Story My Mother Told Me

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

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

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

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

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

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

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

hope...


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


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THE SEVEN DIVISIONS OF WOMANHOOD

To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.

Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.

In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.

As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
 Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
 She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.

Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.

Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.     

 With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
 And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
 As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
 She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
 She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
 As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.



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Dear little sister from another mister

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


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A SISTER HIGLY ADORED

Joanna was the prettiest child with a fair freckled face,
reddish curly hair and a pair of big emerald eyes 
that sparkled with the purest sweetness and innocence...
and today still blessed with beauty, she shines! 


We resemble a lot in looks by letting modesty be our main virtue, 
and hadn't mother constantly taught us those godly, honest 
ways and equal love for everybody, we wouldn't ever exist
in such a false, uncaring world that has no rewards to accrue. 


Mother of two bright kids, and grandmother of four boys...
Joanna is their inspiration, and quite often she spoils them with toys,
but don't all grandmothers love those adorable toddlers...
when they quickly run to them, falling down and getting up at once?  


I am very thankful and lucky to have this kindhearted sibling
who shares my same qualities and desire for a happy living;
we both value life and show warmth instead of being cold...
haven't I walked side by side with a sister highly adored? 
  






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Curve Balls --re-posted in paragraph form

When I was ten I went to England with my mother and younger sister.  It was the Queen’s Silver Jubilee. For 
Monarchists, you’ll know what a lot of fanfare goes on.  There were “block parties” everywhere—streets closed off and 
whole neighbourhoods dancing.  And then came the Royal Procession—that golden carriage, the Queen with her little 
wave, Price Phillip smiling to the crowds of screaming people. Like rock stars, but with really with good manners.  

We did a lot of stuff in England: went to the Tower of London, where people used to get their heads cut off or get 
stretched on the rack till they split open; we ran through Trafalgar square, with the pigeons that no one is allowed to 
feed anymore. 

Going home, my Nan came with us to the airport.  I started to cry and she said; “now there, brave soldiers don’t cry.” I 
wasn’t sure that I wanted to be brave or a soldier but I tried not to cry when we had to go on without her.

The next thing I remember we were at the airport, probably in Vancouver, and my mum was in a phone booth.  My 
father was saying; “don’t come home right now.” He’d decided to leave my mother and put the house up for sale.  
Mum, never one to hold it together under pressure, began to sob, incessantly.  I don’t think it stopped for a year or 
more.  

There wasn’t a “For Sale” sign on the lawn when we arrived home. Apparently Dad had not got that organized.  
Nonetheless, he had managed to pack a few things and find somewhere (I think a girlfriend’s), to stay in the interim—of 
whatever this was.  My mother, looking for consolation and a shoulder, understandably reached out to her eldest daughter of twenty-one, only to find that she had eloped with her boyfriend.  

At ten, almost eleven, the last weeks of summer lay before me.  Things were changing rapidly—most notably, my father 
would move to a different city, where he’d stay for several years.  I’d get a paper route and buy my first bike with the 
earnings.  My younger sister withdrew into her art and my older sister became increasingly isolated living with an 
insecure husband who, when laid-off from the mill, took to selling pot to make the mortgage. My mum cut her hair and 
discovered disco. 

Life has some strange curve balls.  Never could have seen these coming and not sure how their spin affected my swing.  
Sometimes, even with lousy pitches, we can hit those balls right out of the park.


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One,Two,Three

I'm dreaming with mother
I'm dancing with father
i'm laughing with brother
i'm dressing up with sister
i'm sitting in grandfather's lap
i'm talking to grandmother
i'm singing with auntie
i'm helping unlce
i'm dressing cousin
One by one 
Two and two
Three to four
There is no war,that can tear me from you
Five by five
Six and six
Seven to eight 
This was the last memory I have of you all.Catch me,free me,bring me back to life,watch over me,and set peace over my head.
Nine by nine
Ten and ten
Eleven to twelve
What more could I'll tell you? Did you not hear the words that came from my mouth as I ran toward you?
One by two
Three and four
Five to six 
Catch me when I fall.
Free me from my chains.
Bring me back to life and away from the grave.
Watch over me while I walk through this valley of the ignorant and dead.
Set the peace over my head,that i may control what fury I carry inside.
Seven by eight
Nine and ten
Should we use are words and speak and use are actions and break one another? What reason could we show if we lose part in memories that were so perfect and harmless.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight 
Nine 
Ten
Just how many times must i say it again?
I'm dreaming with mother
I'm dancing with father
i'm laughing with brother
i'm dressing up with sister
i'm sitting in grandfather's lap
i'm talking to grandmother
i'm singing with auntie
i'm helping unlce
i'm dressing cousin
What a peaceful exist this is and should always be.


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I Know Of Someone Holding Unforgiveness


I Know of Someone Holding Unforgiveness! I know of someone holding unforgiveness! This has led to a life of much bitterness! Toward his brother, he’s held on to a grudge. From his viewpoint, he won’t even “budge.” No matter what God’s word has clearly spoken… He’s walked with a heart that’s been broken! His son prayed that God would speak to him! That he would forgive, so God could heal him! Forgiveness is a powerful thing to do! If you want God’s mercy to flow through you! We’re not called to “hold back,” the love God’s given! Through Christ shed blood… We’re all forgiven! May the love of Christ come and touch us! It’s no secret how much God really loves us! Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul! May we express your love, wherever we go! May God’s gentle love, be what always binds us! HIS words; “love one another,” do remind us! By Jim Pemberton


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Viking Death Prayer

With raised sword and shield,
The Norseman yells to Odin
The Viking Death Prayer*


 *  The Viking Death Prayer

Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,
My sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me,
They bid me take my place among them
In the Halls of Valhalla,
Where the brave shall live forever,
Where thine enemies have been vanquished,
Nor shall we mourn but rejoice,
For those who have died
The glorious death.


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The Ordinary

Father always ready for a brawl
Altercation continues
Mom can't tolerate Sis. at all
Sister hates me and talk to me very little.

In the playground
Friends are always being gay and sportive about my family!
Sometimes make me wound
Few don't know nothing but fight happily

I can dissolve among them
And easily flowing
I can never fit me at home
Mom waits to beat me and Sis for enjoying!

I feel bore at home and alone...
At night before bed i can saw the tenderness,
Can hear the drops from dry bone
Hug of vanity and kisses turn out my sleepless



Litan Dey
You're a little kid again
A boy of 3 years old


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Witnesses To Sinners



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


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Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

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


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WORLD WITHOUT WOMEN www

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


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

(c) 2010


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This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 3 The Guestbook

The Guestbook
I signed the guestbook, hoping that _____, Jenny’s mom would get my message and get in 
contact with me. In the mean time, every person who signed it, I got updates about.
Then, one Saturday, I got this e-mail saying someone had signed the guest book, so right 
away, I read it. It was someone named ________, from Ohio…and that she was Jenny’s 
biological sister, and she left a phone number. Now…I know this name…because my birth 
father’s mother had told me that name when I met her in January. So, I nervously picked up 
the telephone and dialed the number. Thank goodness the machine picked up, LOL…I said 
hello, my name is Melissa Powell, I am in Indiana. Jenny was my biological sister, by the 
same birth father, and I think that you and I may be sisters too. Give me a call when you 
can. Two hours later…the phone rang…it was ______…confirming we were indeed sisters! 
Then she dropped a bomb on me…I had another sister _____! Wow…I lost one sister 2 
weeks ago…and today, I find out I have two more sisters! What a blessing! So in the mean 
time, ____, _____ and I are getting to know each other, and our families. So we get to 
talking about possibly looking for other siblings because out birth grandmother has told us 
there are indeed more of us out there. So we look on Facebook with the names. ________ I 
wrote to about 20 _______ Even though when I saw her picture when I wrote her…I knew 
she was my sister…we could be identical twins! So a few weeks go by…then on April 3, I get 
home from Good Friday Church services and there is a e-mail from ______…Call me, I found 
_______… Not only did we find _______…we found _____!

So with the tragic death of our beautiful sister Jenny…it brought all of all us together!
Now we have the rest of our lives to be sisters and get to know one another. God works in 
mysterious ways, and we all believe that he brought us together using Jenny as our northern 
star. And there are even more of us out there! Current count…Six girls and we are told we 
may even have some brothers somewhere!




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A Sinner Like God

“I have forgiven mother”
She tarries with hope
that the good woman will pray her clemency for her own sins, 
but that hour is expired; 
Gee grew a strong wit
"Mother is no longer my burden"
Jesus came from hard conscience to corroborate her lies
The WORD written in black and white:
“Us twain is now one; for this reason I depart from her”
Three moons less than time in the safety of the womb is slight

In the past mother was necessity, 
but she grew weary of the pace;
her birth city received her
The old Jewish woman was left
with stage three pressure ulcers
while the twain bender in Atlantic City
Their backsides were not masked by mother’s conformity
My mother's now defiant fingers work dutifully in another excrement, 
goat stool in her callaloo garden

Before the recession, money was tossed in all directions;
I took hold of a few green ones.
She lived to outdo her alliance, 
but high seat killed Miss. Thomas’ cat
Mother watched her outshone the Jones
The recession was never her downfall;
immorality got the better of her. 
Jesus was overlooked
“put the WORD to work,
compensate the guardian of your youth”

She had to let a nation know how well off she was
Her enemies know her silver spoon was achieved
Her splurges buried ethics, and smiles were wide as graves
She let me know in scripts:
“A new being I am now; My shine is unlike years ago”
Vanity is not here in show, but her heart remains the same
Like the Jewish elder, mother is spurned 
with bruising on her heart.


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Family

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

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

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

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

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


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Curve Balls

When I was ten I went to England 
with my mother and younger sister.  
It was the Queen's Silver Jubilee. For Monarchists, 
you’ll know what a lot of fanfare goes on.  
There were “block parties” everywhere—streets closed off 
and whole neighbourhoods dancing.  
And then the Royal Procession—that golden carriage, 
the Queen with her little wave, Prince Phillip 
smiling to the crowds of screaming people. 
Like rock stars, but with really with good manners.  

We did a lot of stuff in England: 
went to the Tower of London, 
where people used to get their heads cut off or get stretched 
on the rack till they split open; 
we ran through Trafalgar square, 
with the pigeons that no one is allowed to feed anymore. 

Going home, my Nan came with us to the airport.  
I started to cry and she said; “now there, 
brave soldiers don’t cry.” 
I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be brave or a soldier 
but I tried not to cry 
when we had to go on without her.

Next thing I remember 
we were at another airport, 
probably in Vancouver, and my mum was in a phone booth.  
My father was saying; “don’t come home right now.” 
He’d decided to leave my mother and put the house up for sale.  
Mum, never one to hold it together 
under pressure, began to sob, incessantly.  
I don’t think it stopped for a year or more.  

There wasn't a "For Sale" sign on the lawn when we arrived home. 
Apparently Dad had not got it organized.  Nonetheless, 
he had managed to pack a few things and find somewhere 
(I think a girlfriend’s), to stay in the interim—of whatever this was.  
My mother, looking for consolation and a shoulder, 
understandably reached out to her eldest daughter of twenty-one, 
only to find that she had eloped with her boyfriend.  

At ten, almost eleven, the last weeks of summer lay before me.  
Things were changing rapidly—most notably, 
my father would move to a different city, where he’d stay for several years.  
I’d get a paper route and buy my first bike with the earnings.  
My younger sister withdrew into her art and 
my older sister became increasingly isolated 
living with an insecure husband who, when laid-off from the mill, 
took to selling pot to make the mortgage. 
My mum cut her hair and discovered disco. 

Life has some strange curve balls.  
Never could have seen these coming and not sure 
how their spin affected my swing.  
Sometimes, even with lousy pitches, 
we can hit those balls right out of the park.



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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

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

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

some days...

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

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

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

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

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


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What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

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

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

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

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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

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

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


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BLACK IS ROYALTY

When a black woman love
she loves deeply.
She cares truly.
When she touch;
with tenderness.
Whenever she listen;
always filled with compassion.
 
Whom she respects;
that she adores!
She never judge;
she supports!
Will always have your back;
she is crazy loyal!
She never gives up on 'em;
she takes care of her own.
 
Whenever she is around
her presence is definitely felt.
It's the simple thing she does
and the way she does them;
her smile,
her gaze,
how she rolls her eyes,
play with her hair...
haha!
Not to mention how she effortlessly  transforms
a house to a home.
 
they say black don't cracK;that's true!
Is  bolD and beautifulL; definitely!
Absolutely phenomenaL;i concur!
But am here to declare
Black is royaltY,
so is a Black womaM!


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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

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



                                               Jay


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Missing You

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


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The Building of a Moment

The value of a precious novelty
it seems is intricate fragility.
Recall special trinkets kept in a hutch
for display only, not opened to touch.

Keepsakes in prison, upheld, unimpaired.
reminder of events  that once were shared.
One is now kept in a glass étagère
collectible curio set there with care.

Awaiting the finding of a misplaced key,
a new piece tempted curiosity.
Too precious to be ignored, my granddaughter
played with it carefully, warned by her mother.

Rejecting caution, which kids oft ignore
she forgot it, leaving it there on the floor.
The next day, her brother found it with his foot.
One piece now  three pieces, broken,  kaput.

Comes precious moment, happening on my watch.
Crying sister faults her brother for her botch
who then returns accusations with blame.
Common occurrence, accompanied by shame.
 
Moment develops as we find the glue.
Are there chips still missing?  We find a few.
Together,  three of us talk as we work.
Accountability comes with its perks.

The most precious of moments in history -
when that collectible met surgery.
Years later it stands tall, gathering dust
priceless symbol of joint effort and fuss.


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

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

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

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

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

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

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

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

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


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Grandma and the Selkie

My grandmother came from Ireland from far across the sea. She had romantic tales to tell to Sister and to me. She angered my darling mother by filling up our heads with stories of the little folk who lived beneath our beds. She whispered us a secret that our mama didn’t know. She said that it would be better if we would keep it so. When she crossed the sea from Ireland, she had a little lad. He was already two years old before she met Granddad. She told Grandfather her story, a selkie stole her heart. He came as a handsome mortal and fooled her from the start. He loved her and then he left her, was claimed back by the sea. The only thing she had of him was a wee lad to be. She knew right from the start, her son was borrowed fom the sea. In time his tie to land would end however long that be. She watched him growing tall, with dread, as handsome as his sire. He wandered near or wandered far, girls gathered to admire. Before our eyes our grandma changed and she became the girl who long ago had loved a man who set her heart awhirl. He had deep eyes of darkest brown, and unreal velvet skin. He charmed her as no Irish lad would know how to begin. “Where is he then, our dear uncle?” My sister and I cried. “I guess the folks who knew him well, would tell you that he died. They saw him walking by the sea, watching the tide come in. Though we searched for many a day he was not seen again.” Now when I see the silky seals on warm rocks in the sea I fancy one is a selkie, who looks a bit like me.
( I have read that male selkies are very handsome in their human form and have great seduction powers over mortal women. Poor grandma then was a young Irish lass, full of dreams and he was so handsome. In their true form they look very much like seals.)


Details | Verse | |

Through A Prison Glass

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible

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


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Full House

Naughty little brother hitting people just for fun,
Soppy little sister snuggles up to harassed mum,
While other sister Lesley thinks she’s in a royal court,
And “Ten Ton Tim” throws the tennis balls he’s bought,
One hits little Lesley on the head with quite a force,
She storms off to her room, in a nark again of course,
She slams the door behind her once she’s made her way upstairs,
And then there’s the twins, I know that trouble comes in pairs,
Michael’s riding Richard with his undies on his head,
While Craig from down the road is wearing swimming trunks instead,
“Ten Ton Tim” then offers the other boys a fight,
One which probably won’t finish until very late at night
“You and Craig onto me!”; a tempting offer to the boys,
Who start to rush towards him brandishing their army-toys,
Lesley reappears from the dark behind the door,
Intending not carry on moaning any more,
Dad is quite sensible at stays at work ‘til dark,
I think it’s more crowded here than in Noah’s Ark.
Mother calls for quite but the noise just carries on,
‘Til Craig suggests they go to his and then the rabble’s gone!




(Written at the age of 9 or 10)


Details | I do not know? | |

One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

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

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


Details | Verse | |

Family

My Father at the head of the table, carving the meat, My Mother brings the vegetables, wiping her brow from the heat. Sunday Roast Dinner, the memories so clear, A family together, every Sunday of the year. All week I'd been looking forward to our Sunday together, Brothers and Sisters turn up, no matter the weather. Now I pass on this gift to my own family, That they enjoy the ritual that's so important to me. A time for conversation, to be counselled and grilled, The laughter and humour where good banter is filled. Dad's kind face, is crimson with mirth, Tapping his belly and complaining of the girth. Mother so interested in how we're getting on, Teasing amongst the children, requests for a song. The smell of the roasted bird fills up the room, Anticipation of Mother's crumble, custard and spoon. Family all together is so important to me, Sitting round the table with such happy memories. The wine it does flow and work forgotten for a day, May the tradition continue, the love of a family stay.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Women

We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun
But even when that is all said and done 
In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes
I guess our brains are too slow to know

No amount of cheer can hold back what we feel
With our souls overwhelmed we each find our way to deal
Whether in anger or anxiety, in guarded fear or open minds 
We know that they are with us, in front and behind

As birds of a feather we are drawn together
Each carrying with us a pain that binds forever
We have become so much more than simply friends
The strength that we carry in us will always mend

Our broken hearts and tradgic tales
The hardships we have endured will make us prevail
We are the women that we are today
Because we let no limits hold us at bay.

Written on the 11th of September as proof of the strength that I see everyday not just in my family and friends but in women everywhere. Not to be cliched but I truely believe that the ones I wrote this for are amazing women that I cherish very much and I hope you can feel it too :)


Details | Free verse | |

A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


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


 

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


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I was Beautifully And Wonderfully Made

I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There’s nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It ‘s all around! Though there are imperfections and “inflictions” within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I’ll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He’s always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… “A resting place…” I’m going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His “special touch…” Thank you God... For a “new” person you’re helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!


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Does Family Really Matter Anymore


A family had a wedding...  The brother wasn’t invited.
The fact they didn’t want him,.. 
Was already decided!

When asked why his name had been “omitted.”
It was because of past wrongs he had committed.

The words spoken, one could hardly believe it!
Any kind of forgiveness? 
 They didn’t receive it!

How many times are loved ones not
 invited to “family occasions.”
Often times, families listen to “outside persuasions.”

Someone does something, 
that may not be liked.
Then they’re often told to “go take a hike!

No wonder why many families 
battle one another!
They have failed to truly love each other!

As we continue to see families drift apart.
This often leads to a wounded 
and broken heart!

Christ gave us his best!  
When we were at our lowest!
A life of mercy and forgiveness…  
He wants to show us!

If we can’t treat one another
 as Christ commands…
Then HIS way of family living….  
We’ll never understand!

By Jim Pemberton


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!!


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 | 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 | Cinquain | |

Eyes On Me???

Eyes on me,
People watching,
In my direction?
Can't they look somewhere else?

Feeling uneasy,
Discomfart rises, too.
Afraid to mess up,
Afraid to fail.

Eyes are on me.
I feel pale.
I freeze.

I don't want
The attention.


Details | Crystalline | |

Words that a Parent Might Never Say

My child here is my life in rare form
Mistakes you make so have I...once


Details | Rhyme | |

An Old Dirt Road

 Long country roads reminds me of home.
 Where Mother gardened in her yellow hat
 and Dad watching her would smile and at 
 her laugh, then she would laugh along.

 The smell of honeysuckle on the vines and
 Sister reciting her nursery rhymes.
 My brother playing alone would dream of
 singing country songs, as he would with his
 little hands, that ole guitar strum along.

 Peaceful feelings this ole dirt road brings 
 and how I would love to go back home again.
 So much has changed in the years that have
 passed but when I close my eyes, yesterday
 doesn't seem as long ago, as the sound of the
 word, the past.

 Running barefoot along the river banks, those
 memories will always be a part of me and for 
 these memories, to my parents, I give thanks.
 It has been the greatest gift of all, for now when
 life gets to troubling my mind, I find a dirt road
 and just drive and go to the river to relive the
 loving times we shared and with my children
 create our own special moment in time, in hopes
 that someday, this with their children they will
 share.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


Details | ABC | |

idk

What does a normal teen do? What does a normal teen think? 
I really do not no. yes I am a teen but when I was 15 ½  I thought about how to take care of my mom if she needed to be changed and when to feed her and when to give her medication. I worried about what would happen to my mom. I had to go shopping for toddler cloths for my little sister and brother. I am 17 now and I still go shopping for little children cloths. I worry about getting my homework done and getting my little brother and sister’s homework done. This year I have to take the kids to kinder garden and I will be in 12th grade. I always worry about what’s going to happen to my mom she is still sick but there’s nothing I can do just keep her in my heart and prayers. I worry about what I will do when its time for me to go to college I will still be taking care of my brother and sister. There’s a lot to do I worry all the time about money things being washed and cleaning and homework. My dad does a lot for me and my sisters and brothers I just wish my big sisters would have stepped up and helped my dad take care me and my little sister and brother but they didn’t now i am trying to do all the things my mom did. It is a lot of work mothers have to do. I thought it was easy but now that I have to do it all I can say mothers are what keeps a family in order. Thanks to all the moms out there. If you have moms don’t take her for granted because you never know what will happen to them. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Family

3 people in a room
Each doing their own thing
I wonder what each of them think?

The boy playing computer football,
"Save the game! Now!"
"What is she doing writing? The Poof!"
"Mams falling asleep again!"

The girl scribbling to herself,
"That'll never work, I'll rewrite it."
"I don't see the appeal of virtual football.."
"Why does mother keep looking at me like that?"

The woman sitting on the sofa,
"The cat looks so adorable!"
"That bloody computer clicking is annoying!"
"That girl is writing again, whats wrong with her?!"

If each of them could hear
the others thoughts, would they be offended?
Or do you think they already know?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Always I Miss You

When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
 And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
 I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
 If you don't mind being compared,
 
Repeating the many ways you cared,
 The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
 Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
 Every recipe, every taste,
 Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
 
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
 It's what I use so I won't be late,
 Staying here learning to appreciate,
 All the miles, trucks caring freight..
 
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
 But if you visit my mind would quake.


Details | Quatrain | |

My, How Buttons Have Changed

In the fifties, my sister and I would play store;
selling ice cream and candy just like our grandpaw.
Granny let us delve into her spare button box
where we found the coins for our special cash drawer.

We sorted them all out by size and by color
marking some as quarters, nickels, pennies or dimes.
Imagination was the best of our playmates;
we even had half-dollars, the rarest of finds.

Last year we two met to go shopping just for fun;
can you guess what awaited me and my sister?
Brand-new buttons made of honest-to-God live coins.
We found all the reg’lar ones, but no half-dollar.

We giggled as we shopped, pretending like old times. 
Strangest thing we discovered along with this find -
the penny buttons? no cheaper than the quarters. 
The cost of the buttons did not match with their kind!



Details | Naat | |

The Way Towards Great Hope

Prayer gift of the Spirit
Makes us men and women of hope
Prayer keeps the world
Open to Eternal God

To pray alone is good
Even more beautiful
Fruitful
To pray together

Many ways to become acquainted to Him
There are experiences, groups
Encounters, Courses
To pray

Take part of parish liturgies
Be abundantly nourished by the word of Eternal God
With active participation
In the Sacraments


The baptized
Confirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
The Holy Eucharist, communion
So as to live as authentic friends and witnesses of Father Christ


4202013


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Reflections of love


Hand and hand is the way I always saw them 
 With Joy filling their eyes
And a reflection of their love could be seen
 Like the brightest colors in the sky
Even when storms would come and stay
Never did they let their troubles make them regret words they say
Hand in hand is the way they walked
Sharing a reflection of love 
As a mother and daughter, father and son, sister and brother do
Sometimes when I was out looking at the stars
You could see the love they hand for one another
The way they reached their arms
With love for one another,
As a mother and daughter, father and son, sister and brother do
Oh hand in hand is how I learned to be
Sharing the joys of life
And letting my reflection of love bring them down the trail
To hear the story of this tail

Reflections of love


Details | Ballade | |

Emotional Outbreak

A frustration that can cannot be abated,
Knives flashing in the blindingly brilliant Sunshine.
Blood drops spattered across the delicate petals 
of white roses clutched in a child's small fist.
horror lances through her body it reacts before her mind does,
all the years of self control suddenly break away,
a woman sits only in a peaceful garden,
not at peace, but thoughts whirling like a deep
malovolent tornado,
as she thinks about the lonely years,
of that little girl that lurks beneath the
surface wanting ,needing, and waiting for
a god to be able to reunite her with now,
 her mother, sister, and older loving overprotective brother.


Details | Rhyme | |

the homeless two

                    
Two children walking down the street.
Seven or eight years old, the most that they could be.
Looking through the garbage for something to eat.
They found a half eaten hamburger that was thrown away
This treat would make their day.
They broke it in half , and together they ate
But they had to hurry for it was getting late.
Sooner older kids would be around and they
Knew that they would have to scramble and fight
For every morsel and every bite.
They hurried through the garbage 
to see what else they could find.
Then they would have to run and hide.
The older kids would always bully the young
For on the streets this is how it is done.
They found a cup which still had soda and ice
And a small bags of fries
and with that they could get by.

They ran to an abandoned building where they slept
This is where they sat and wept
On a dirty torn mattress, and rags to use as a pillow.
And the sounds of rats in the rafters.
They huddled next to each other, and they began to pray.
This is what their mother showed them before she passed away.
They didn’t have any relatives that they knew of
But they prayed to the one above
For his guidance and his love.
Oh GOD ! We are your children, why do we suffer so?
My sister and I have done nothing wrong.
This is not where we belong.
Mom told us that you watch over all your children
And all we see is poverty and misery.
The older children know how to survive
But we are younger, and we’ll continue to try.
I saw a church just the other day
Which isn’t too far away.
Children playing and having fun
In the sprinklers and away from the sun.
Why can’t we be there?
Maybe some of the toys with us they could share.
This is my prayer for my sister and I
On these streets we do not want to die.

Their prayer had been answered on the same day
When a preacher who had been passing by that way.
 He took them in and Fed them, cleansed them
 and gave them clothes to wear 
And with the other children some toys to share

The brother and sister went to the church
And got down on their knees , and thanked
Their mother who had given them hope
When there was none to be found.
And for telling them that GOD is always near
And listens to every word and every prayer.

HOPE IS THE KEY IF YOU WANT TO BE FREE.


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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 | Rhyme | |

Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to be continued...


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For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


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On a Black Day - Death Survives - Series 3

Another boring, Protestant Traditional, Sunday Family Dinner 1:00 pm sharp
This week it’s at Uncle David’s  house in Alford, Mass. I haven’t meant Him
Actually the only Family I met so far “Momma“, Poppa, and Big Sister Brenda 
YOU probably thought I was going to say “Momma, Poppa, and Baby Bear
Went for a walk in the forest“. Sorry I’m reading Goldilocks while I’m trying to Write
Brenda ( B B ) , and I use to wonder why they had to be called Momma and Poppa ?!! 
Pizza for dinner, on a Saturday night ,Baths, pajamas, robes, and slippers out to the car
Alright kids, It’s a 3 hour drive to Uncle Dave’s Let’s play “Grandma’s Suitcase” 
The subject Grandma is infatuated with is her : LOVE of Animals
Harry you start, Grandma went on a vacation , in her suitcase she put an alligator
Brenda, “Grandma went on a vacation, in her suitcase she puts a female Baboon 
“Poppa, it’s your turn, “Grandma went a vacation, in her Suitcase she put a Catamount
I challenge You  Poppa, Mount is Mountain ,not Animal  I brought my dictionary, Read;
The definition of catamount; a mountain lion, Cougar  A feline animal born in nature
Harry your out of the game; “Momma” Your turn “ Grandma put in her suitcase The Devil”


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I Come From Southern Fire

I come from nothing.
But all this pain
I come from tears
That fall like rain
 
I come from hours
Lost crying in corners
I come from times
We cried like mourners.
 
I come from a Father
That I wanted to please
I come from disappointment
That ended in “STOP! PLEASE!”
 
I come from the crashing
Of our heads being knocked
I come from the blows
I couldn't have blocked.
 
I come from two pups
Who were never let outside
I come from the ghosts
Of all the tears I've cried.
 
I come from the pain
Of a Mom who just watched
I come from the skin
On which bruises were blotched.
 
I come from the scars
That burn on my soul.
I come from the demons
And the dreams that they stole.
 
I come from the Father
I wish that I'd had
I come from the monster
And the screams of “Too bad!”
 
I come from the man
I wished gave a damn.
I come from the emptiness
That is who I am.
 
I come from the life
I've survived my way through.
And I come from a place
That you never knew.


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Woman's Day

Women's Day


wiping away those tears

of the brutal truths of your past

wiping away those tears

your spirit rises up, far beyond your scars

and your strength resides deep within you 

with an unshakeable resolve that shall forever last


...the weakened men whose brute force is so macho and empty 

and that has always been in your face

are now nothing but specks of aging, obsolete rust

flitting past you, for you hold it all together

as you always have 

rising up firm and strong from being shoved into the dust


...you are a mother, a lover, a daughter, a wife, and a worker ... above all a worker you have been

tying the loose ends together time after time

always there 

yet unseen


...a woman you are 

of fibre 

of courage

of being the bedrock on which we trample 

on whose shoulders this world stands

as you continue to work ceaselessly on

with lines on your face

and with raw wounds on your hands

but...

now your time has come

and no longer will you silently bear

the jabs and taunts of men

for now you proudly declare

that a mother am I, a daughter too, a lover and a wife as well

and now the time has come for them to awaken

to the tolling a new bell


...a bell that tolls for you

for you have taken back the pride and dignity that they stripped off you for ages

for now theirs is a lost cause while your battle still defiantly rages

through cities and homes and villages 

and in town after nameless town

for now the bell has tolled

and the time has passed for you

to be ever
again
put down


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Woman from Congo

I am woman … 
WOMAN
Of Congo, 
Chewed, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 
Craving.

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on minerals – 
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN, 
Strong black woman.

I bought some views 
On black market; 
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …

It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.

One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute 
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.

I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN, 
Woman from Congo.


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My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!


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Lost in a Fairy Tale

The Mother Moon laughed and sang a song,
But it seemed to die
Upon the leaves.
Mother Moon
And Sister Stars
Watch me as I dance my way
Through these green fields.
Guide me on my way,
With your magical song.
Without you I don’t know 
Where I am
Or what this place can be.
But I will let there branches reach for me.
In this dream,
The leaves stroking my face.
The wind whispers softly my name,
With Mother Moon guiding my way
I know who I am,
Where I am,
And where I can be.
Laughing and singing all the way
I will get there 
Some day.
But today
Mother Moon
And Sister Stars
Watch me as I dance my way
Through these green fields.
	


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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.


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Dream

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

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

Another dream i had.

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

I believe Helen answers my questions in my dreams.


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My Friend

	Mother, daughter, sister, friend,
She is all that and even then,
She is more than words can describe,
When I’m around her I get a good vibe.
	I love her even though,
She doesn’t like the words that flow,
Out of my mouth all day;
She always listens to what I have to say.
	She is someone that I love,
Her spirit’s gentle like a dove,
About me she always cares,
She hugs me anywhere.
	Mother, daughter, sister, friend,
I hope our friendship will never end,
Of one thing I am quite sure, 
I am really glad to have met her.
	She turns my frown upside down,
By sometimes acting like a clown,
She makes me glad that I’m still here,
To me our friendship is quite dear.
	I’m glad to have her as my friend,
Our friendship is strong like the wind,
And I end this poem at last to say,
I thank God for my friend every day.


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Damien's Lullabye

Hush little baby, it’s all right, 
Go on and get some sleep tonight. 
I will be here when you rise. 
Go on and rest your weary eyes. 

Hush little baby, don’t make a sound,
Remember me when I’m not around. 
I am watching you where you lie.
Quiet little baby, please don’t cry.

Hush little baby, don’t make a move,
Your body is mine to sooth. 
Take a breath, release it slow.
I will be with you wherever you go.

Hush little baby, hold on tight,
I'll love you with all my might.
I promise you that I will wait.
Arms wide open at Heavens gate.


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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.........


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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


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Her Cultural Design

Feeling the thoughts that arise each passing day in life,
To be listened too, not to be chastised in given advice,
Wanting to be respected so real, not considered rife,
Affection daily, needing not much, desiring complete slice.

In love, I provide nurturing care when ailments occur.
In pain, I deliver daily chores wanting just sweet words.
In humor, I tell stories that may be enriched in a stir.
For these are feelings of my mind, not told for the birds.

I am not the only one belted in time by hormones alone.
However, my delivery of life challenges and stresses me.
I have intelligence, though many make me out, like a stone.
I have anger and strength, which I show in such deep degree.

I feel to be showed love, desire pleasantries from my other half.
I truly hate to be downtrodden, played as a joke in a laugh.


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American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


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Clother Her in Purple (Tribute to Corretta Scott King)

Clothe her in purple

For she must be dressed

Sprinkle her with gold 

Indeed she is blessed 

Adorn her with strength

And comfort her with love

Prepare her with wisdom

Always shine light from above 

Let her sing from the heart

For nations will hear her cries 

Tears for equality, justice, and peace

Escape her eyes

Faithful and loyal

She deserves her crown

While he unchained the dream

She helped hope take its place to remain unbound

Her work never ends as she manages her home

‘She must be praised’ her children confessed

Clothe her in purple 

She must be dressed


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Lost

Lost in this wilderness. . I feel like a scared child... Everyone seems so raw n wild... No one to hear my cry in distress.. I search for your hand to hold.. To guide me to a place where I worry no more.. Am so scared, that a shiver runs down my body n soul. . As tears drop from my eyes.. All I hear is there laughter, n see them smile.. Lost in the wilderness... I feel scared like a small child....


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On a Black Day - Death Survives - Series 2

Are you strong, young man? Can you help me keep this Farm going?
Do you fear hard work? Calluses on your fingers and hands “tough Love”
You will be a great man, you follow my directions , People watch You growing
You can have  “ A Real Life “ something to Love; Love from GOD Above 
Dad I appreciate Your taking me in; giving me, shelter through a Stormy Life 
Yes I accept , the rules of Your House; I will be diligent in my chores 
The day starts at 3:45 AM , milk the cows; out to pasture before 5 O’clock
Muck out the stable, feed the chickens, Slop the hogs, breakfast at six
Your tutor will be here  from nine ‘til noon; Have a shower, he’ll be here soon
I( walk to the house, and what do I see; Brenda’s Eyes, Red like fire, a serene Blue
I hear the Pain : “She Screams” I feel the Violations She had to Endure 
Brenda, What’s wrong, I have seen pains of fear, pains of life, pains of Death
Your face shows all, from the mountain top, to the deep Waterfalls Depths 
You are my Older Sister; “I’m concerned : Is that blood on Your Dress??

                                         To be Cont. 




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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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Happy Mother's Not

Thank you mother,
you birthed me,
you nursed me,
you fed and clothed me.

You loved me,
when seems, the word had loathed me.
I'd not want that love in vain.

However this is not your day.

Thank you mother, 
for your support,
and your optimistic sheen,
it's inspiring
and always has shaped the person whom I am.

But this is not your day.

It belongs to the greeting card companies.

Who've robbed another holiday.

Robbed it of all meaning, 
all substance and heart.
Robbed it of it's very soul.

Deformed it,
corrupted it,
chewed it up and spat it,
till it's obscure meanings long forgot;
faded into history, a mother's not.


------------------------------------------------------------------

Dedicated to my mother, whom I love. 
Also dedicated to Julia Ward Howe who invented a holiday meant to end war and poverty.  And to 
celebrate all families.  Who died before her dream could ever be realized.

And...to Anne Jarvis who forced through the holiday, hoping to continue Howe's work and end war 
and poverty and create a better world for all,  only to see that dream shattered as Greeting Card 
companies and greedy conglomerates perverted it's ideals to nothing more then lip service 
dedicated to selling cards and candy.

To celebrate some mother's publicly, while other's have their health care raised and their social 
security stolen.  While single mothers have to risk their health and their lives to barely feed their 
children.  

This holiday is an abomination.  It doesn't celebrate motherhood, it degrades it. Women don't need 
to be celebrated nearly as much as they need a good world in which they can better raise their 
children.  A world in which they can feed their children. This holiday is a Mother's Not and so is this 
world.


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Nun In FRiar Small-Bro's Grave---Yard Part 1

The midnight clings to dwarfish kings 
While robot drones, adorning thrones,
       Kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard.
Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box
       Grace FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.	

The diplohacks, in melting wax,
Are swept along, a thriving throng,
       Just dying for a life...guard.
And Nun, alone, has beached their bones
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

Beyond the streams, a raven screams
At loser fish that swarm and swish;
       Nun gently drips her dreams...jarred.
There are no thanks along the banks
       Of FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

While FRiar smiles and prowls the aisles
The hierarch obeys his bark;
       His maw is oozing pure...lard.
He tells you who and what to do
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

Well, FRiar’s pets are in a sweat;
He calls the tunes near burning dunes
       And taps his cloven feet...charred.
They roast in rooms within the tombs
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

His myrmidons, they drool and fawn
While chanting verse near FRiar’s hearse -
       Extolling, wild, the van...guard.
Remote controls promote the trolls
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

With faces straight, in bent debate,
They compromise their empty lies
       With any passing re...tard.
Grey zombies groom white flies in bloom
       In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.


Small-Bro is Big Brother’s little brother.
 diplohack is a hack who excels in diplomacy.

  
Unfortunately, the common workplace is even worse, and that is no fantasy...
To be continued...


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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


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Mathematics of life

Iam just zero,
not a zest hero.
The one,
uplifts this none.
Made me a valued limitless ton,
and as a rising sun.


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ONE BAD ONE GOOD

sister, sister, one bad, one good
one sister does what she should

the other sister fixed on detroying those around her
with only lies and horrible stories to share

parents in denial they only see the bad in the good one
and what's done is done

the one brother sees all and is too in denial
the good one wishing she was not their chiild

the good one wants so bad to escape this evil mess
the family hating her less and less
because family feels she too should see and forget

now the bad one has two daughters of her own
and she see nothing wrong

daughter, daughter, one bad, one good
one daughter does what she should

the bad daughter living by the sword
and still to this day this family is not on one accord


i ask when does this cycle end
my conclusion is when a mother is a mother and not a FRIEND


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woman's rant on a hot summer day

just because you see me walking down 'ho boulevard does not mean i'm for sale...
i don't have an advertising sign up inviting you to taste and see
a woman can't walk down the street in broad daylight
dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweats 
rockin' an afro puff on a hot summer day
without being propositioned
in violation of my rights as a woman to be free from sexual harassment
and I’m mad about it
my “NO” to your obnoxious offer is real talk
and you should know the difference between what’s for sale
and what’s not on the auction block
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace
makes a woman want to carry a concealed weapon
and go blasting
could never walk the hallways
play in the yard
or even pray
without somebody bothering me
pulling on my clothes
or grabbing at me
for some sick reason
the next one is going to get a surprise
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace

~in honor of the women who have walked ahead of me...

(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!
All Rights Reserved


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sacrifice a priceless question

SACRIFICE; PRICELESS QUESTION
A little story from a little friend about a little thing
That makes the little world a different from the taught mighty ocean
Always smile beside me each morning i sat to reason
Mostly he always bring the little insignificant story
To my reasoning ear as i plan to break too quick
In this little world i know
My father told me one day a story
When i hate my little sister so much
That i had to sell her gold,
Her priceless life for some foolish pleasure of hate
There my sister termed me hell
But in her rage my father rather speaks a story to us through her
A bird hatched a golden child
The future saviour for the world of the sky
each moment of her life
She had lived and gathered all the flying feather
To guard their golden future of the air world
Although her faith made her believe that through this golden child
A golden sky world will be built
The child destiny is even made to be seen in all the sky world
Unknown to her, the child must die
That has become the golden price, a golden save
The golden actualization of a glorious destiny
One golden morning, the golden cock goldenly announced
The golden death of the golden child
All fair feathers never understood the sound
But the heir mother knew the message
The world is doomed, she shouted
Our world is doomed
We have to fight for the glory and honour of our world
Our future is no hope and our end is now
We need to save our golden future
But to all the sky host feathers
No enemy or attack was seen around the corner
There the glory of the golden child lifted him up to be executed
The golden price, a golden heir, for a golden future
There the voice of the mother speaks in terrible oar
Yes, this is what i said, here the golden child
But inside my belly
There are so much gold that can change the world you see
Taking the golden child
And taking the golden world
Which stands better than the eagle?
Please, take all the gold in me
And spare the life of the golden child
Let him live for our world to live
There my father hissed a deep smile in anger
With a confused expression written all over his face he concluded
Gold is not life
But life is gold
Never sell gold because you will not know
When you are selling life.


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In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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With Eyes That Saw Your Shadows

The old men defile the little girls
their lurid charm stabs the fragile screen of innocence and ignorance

The fathers are traveled or dead or down, or never known
The mothers weep, hands in air hoping to grab something helpful

The young girls, like rat to hawk become clutched by predatory hands
The old men squeal, cackle, and trumpet their victories
vile names for the captured,the newly shamed are shouted in complete revelry
The tricked lost their chance at being children


This calls for a smile from the most sinister observer


Details | I do not know? | |

the me i can be

I am a mom
I am a wife
A daughter and sister
I am a author and a writer
I am a person witj compassion and care
There are all kinds of people out there
I am lazy at times and hard worker never the same all the time.
I am me and thats all i can be


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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





Details | ABC | |

Family Commandments

Family Commandments


Thou shall not pull thy sisters hair. Thou you shall chew thy food.
Thou shall not stay out until Midnight. Thou shall be in a better mood.
Though shall not answer me back. Thou you shall brush thy hair.
Though shall not wear that in public. Thou you shall behave in here.
Thou shall not give me cheek and run as fast as thou art.
Though shall not rush thy homework. Though you shall begin from the start..
Thou shall not scream at every opportunity no mater  if thy lungs be strong.
Thou shall not dance in tantrum. Thou you shall stay home where you belong.
Thou shall not eat me out of house and home. Though you shall get a job.
Thou shall not sit round like a bum. Thou you shall turn into a slob.
Thou shall not fight with your sister. Thou you shall give her a cuddle.
Though you shall not bunk away from school. Or Thou shall be in a muddle.
Thou shall not make noise while soaps are on, if you know what's good for thy ears.
Thou shall not blame your brother, Thou you shall see his tears.
Thou shall not ever worry, Thou I am here for you.
Thou shall not ever be sad. Thou you shall be happy It's true.
Thou shall not ever fret, even though we shall have our fears.
Thou shall never be alone. Thou you shall know we care.
Thou shall always have a life, Though u shall be happy and care.
Thou shall not have a problem alone. Thou you will know we are near.
Thou shall not take for granted, That shall be full of pride.
Though shall never wish for more, with thou family by thou side

By Shirley Moody


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Apparition

Apparition

October night, northerly wind throws hard rain on windows, 
the old house groans in agony under this autumnal offensive.  
Mother is reading, my sister too has her nose in a magazine, 
I sit by the table doing homework. We have no TV, but after  
years of waiting a phone has been installed, a black fiend on 
the side table. I had taken a dislike to this intrusive ogre, but
 mother thought it the height of gracious middle class living,
 needless to say, my sister too thought it wonderful. 
Familiar steps in the hall, waited for the kitchen door to open, 
it didn’t, mother went to investigate; hesitantly she opened 
the door, no one there.  I wrote something on a scrap of paper, 
or rather the pen did. The phone began ringing it rang and rang 
for a long time, none of us got up to answer it. It rang again, 
mother had to answer it.  She stood there saying nothing as lost 
in thoughts, I could hear the steady hum of a line that waited to 
be dialed. Finally she put the phone down and said; 
“Your Brother is dead”. She sat down and began reading again 
but her eyes were stuck on the same page in the book. I looked at 
my scrap of paper on it was written: “Your brother is dead”.  


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Bosnian Proverb

"Infants drink milk"
From the hands and breasts of their mothers
When such small bottles are called our babies.
"Children drink blood"
From the wrists and necks of their fathers
As these vials struggle to be men and ladies.


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Boom!

It was sunday afternoon, 
we were in the living room. 
When in walked my big sister 
and my whole world just went Boom! 

She announced that she was pregnant! 
Yes in the family way! 
I was lost for words, 
not a thing to say. 

My Mother she went mad, 
so did Dad as well, 
the words that they both said, 
i cant repeat or tell. 

My brother he just laughed, 
( I think he needs to grow. ) 
But then he is the youngest 
and doesn"t really know! 

My Sister she just cried, 
yes cried and sobbed and wept, 
and then on my Mothers lap, 
eventually she slept! 

My Mother looked at Dad, 
Dad looked at the floor, 
i glanced up at my brother 
as he headed out the door. 

The silence in that room, 
was the worst i"d ever hear. 
I looked at Mum and Dad, 
felt the pressure and the fear! 

Up the stairs went thumping, 
and my brother reached his room. 
We could hear him on his mobile, 
relating doom and gloom. 

Then we heard him laughing, 
i thought " His head will roll!" 
You"d think he"d know by now, 
to take some Mirth Control! 




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  


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Nun In Friar Small-Bro's Grave---Yard Part 2

Continuation
With ghouls, unlearned, no stone’s unturned, They burnish blame with Nun’s proud name And leave the midnight sky... scarred. They raise their hats to copy cats In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. The rumours spread amongst the dead - Nun marks the place with saving grace, And phantoms keep their face...marred. The sinner digs with twisted twigs In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. In tempests strong, Nun rang the gong But failed to rise in vacant eyes - He gouged the one-eyed trump...card. Nun sets her sail, to no avail In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Nun asked him why a bird can’t fly. His mouth, a slut, replied “tut, tut”, With conscience painted white...tarred. A mushroom mold has taken hold In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. “To get ahead”, his mouth, it said “Lay bare your breast! I’ll do the rest, I’ll bless you in the church...yard”. The golden rules are made for fools In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. When day’s undone, and night’s begun, Nun stirs a cup and turns face up, A feeling that she’s ill...starred. ’Tis such a crime to waste her prime In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Nun planned to dine with sparkling wine But sips instead a bitter red Served with a crystal glass...shard, Behind the bog, beneath the fog In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Well, minstrels fight beyond the night And demons wait behind the gate, While silence chokes the host...bard. An angel sings with broken wings In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. A web waits, spun neath dying sun. And caught ensnared, her flight impaired, Nun’s thoughts are how they’d die...hard. The puppet people storm the stee- pled FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. And voices wail beyond the pale, “The old taboo - it echoes true - Nun’s bound to have her way...barred”. The schemes are strange and minds deranged In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Ms.! Cast your nets, but hedge your bets - There are no odds, where purple gods And hungry idle ghosts...sparred. The morning foams amongst the gnomes In FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
Unfortunately, a woman’s plight in the common workplace is even worse, and that is no fantasy
END Or is it just the beginning...


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CHARACTER Version 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wisdom Poetry by Rev.Bola A
(copyright: 12May'12)
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Details | Light Poetry | |

WE TOOK THE KIDS ALONE

we when  to a new land
we had other on hand
by right just me and wife
they carry on
didn't won't be left  at home
so we
TOOK THE KIDS 
ALONE


Details | Free verse | |

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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God Gave Us Our Sexuality


God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have “abused it.” Through his word, he’s given us his “set of rules.” So many have refused it, and have become “fools.” The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren’t happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don’t end up as sin’s “sexual slave!” God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don’t settle for what may be “your innocence lost” Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man “sexual temptations.” And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don’t have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton


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You Have Been Their

You Have Been 
Thier For Me
You Lifeted Me Up
When I was Down 
You Have A Good
Heart And A Good Sound
You Have A Great Soul
You Are My One
And Only Good True Friend.


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Thoughts in a Warm Room

She looked deep into his eyes
wondering why she loved him
It was not shape or personality alone
His tongue was sharp at times
and as he touched her magic parts
Wondering -- vanished


Details | I do not know? | |

BREAK THIS SILENCE...

Open your mouth
and break this silence.
When was he given a licence?
This is your body,
You don’t always have to be sorry!
His hand on your jaw
Makes your face purple and sore
Is marriage,  a war?
Is this why you have come so far?
No money, just drinks, and bars!
Tacky  wowmen  and fancy cars.
he will learn
when the tables have turned
To hold you tight 
Instead of fighting, and  arguing
all through the night. 
You have to be brave,
You are not his slave
Feel proud to say
I made my move, i did not stay!



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A Day In June

A DAY IN JUNE

A day in June,clouds white,sun bright.
What to do on a lonely dark day.
Why is it lonely? Only I can say.
When the lord took my mom and sister away.
It's a funny thing it was'nt yesterday,and it was'nt today.
But, the hurt in our hearts never,never goes away.

We look in the sky and we wonder “what they are doing?”
Singing, laughing, cooking ,sewing?
Just like we used to do when they were here.
But now each day seems like a year.

Our memories are like no others ,
when you had the greatest sister and mother.
Their kindness and love was above and beyond,
and the sweet faces that said " you are where you belong."

We manage to make it threw everyday.
And hope in time the hurt goes away. 
We miss them more than we can say
And every day seem dark and gray.

Be happy,not sad and no regrets.
You must go on and do your best,
These are the words our mom left,
Before we had to lay her to rest.

We try so hard to honor her words,
We look at nature the birds and the trees.
We look at the tall grass the flowers the bees.
They just don’t seem to look the same way
When the ones who loved them the most ,are suddenly gone away.

We would love to see them for just one more minute
Even though we know our time would have a limit.
Just for one second, time for a kiss
To let them know just how much they are missed.
      WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!!!!

Written By Betty Hebert   June 28, 2014


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 | Epic | |

A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



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my sister

My sister is one of a kind and I know shes always by my side I know we fight.

and sometime dont get along my sister and I are like a song.

The bond between us will never break she's my best friend 
.
and it will never change I love my sister


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Free verse | |

They Fight,,, 10-13-08

they fight all the time.
they fight and it never stops.
they fight and it never gets better.
they fight and it always gets worse.
they fight til they're blue in the face.
they fight til i can't stand it anymore.
they fight and i cry cuz there's nothing i can do.
the fighting and the crying never stop.
there's nothing i can do but pray.
they're always fighting.
it won't stop.
they hide it so well...
the pain they're in...
it's like they've never fought before...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

When All

When all is said and done
At the end of the day
Week, month and year
At the end
When the finish is near
Nay, at hand
One thing will hold true
When the last grain of sand
Has left the hour
And the seconds have ticked away
When the last word
Has been spoken
And there’s nothing left to say
One thing will hold true
Through whatever time
Life has left
Till heaven and earth pass away
And eternity rules
Bringing life a brand new day
One thing will hold true
It doesn’t matter where roads lead
Nor how paths may cross
Doesn’t matter if directions are found
Or ways are lost
Doesn’t matter if freedom comes
Or at what cost
One thing will hold true
For when all have fled
And there’s no more to be bled
All battles have been fought
All conquests sought
When all that’s left to do
Is look around to see
Who’s left standing with you
One thing will hold true
Standing there 
I will be 


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My Ovaltine Nightmare

-
A nightmare of fear woke up in a fright 
A wolf stood outside our window that night 
Darkest of night a light down the hall
Our mother with neighbour no sugar for morn

His teeth dripped saliva pronged to a gleam
stood tall in the window of six foot it seemed
My sister asleep and my heart thumping raced
I screamed for my mother my sister awakes

I heard heavy footsteps on stairs coming near
I mixed dream and reality the wolf's coming here
Then suddenly realised a slight saving grace
Those feet were not mother's nor wolf in this place

A lodger was staggering a drink maybe more
His shoe steps remembered on stairs and in hall
Into his room and bangs his door shut
Mother strolls in straight after this but

I screamed and I shouted and looked for her love
She promised she'd never get sugar above
I remember this well and the darkness and dread
She calmed me with Ovaltine the sugar and bed.                                         True Story


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Being You

You are a lady of stature, a lady of peace
You are a lady who is compassionate and quite unique

Unique in your ways, thoughts, and expressions
A mentor to all, in helping others understand life’s lessons

I wanted to give you a gift, but what can I say
You are a lady who wants for nothing, you are blessed in many ways

So I’ve decided to give you something no one else can
A poem from my heart to make you understand

Your impact on my life, I will never forget
Your thoughtfulness and blessing to me I appreciate and accept with respect

I will never take for granted the kindness you have shown to me
You are a genuinely caring woman, and I know for a fact many others agree

Your smile brightens up a room; your laughter is pleasant to hear
The funny stories you share with me make it very clear

You are a lady of knowledge, wit, humor, and class
Splendid in personality, even on your most trying day you still find reasons to laugh

In close, I give thanks to God too
Because in your love for him you are a phenomenal woman while  “Just Being You”


Details | Sonnet | |

Heredity

When I was a child, all the neighbors said, 
   “He looks exactly like his father! ”
While back at home, said all my kin
   “He looks exactly like his mother! ”
Then came the age I went to school
   Teachers commented in perfect scroll
And wrote back then, “All things considered, 
   He is, in many ways, his sister! ”
So to home I scurried and found a mirror
   To know which one was true, and what a wonder
And curious! Yet surprised I should not be
   To find my father, mother, sister, all three—

      —staring back at me.


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Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


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Woman

Being a woman is a gift.
Whether you’re black, white, red or blue.
It doesn’t matter as long as you are you.
Being hurt and punished by the men you love.
Is it their fault you f**ked with no glove?
Beaten, bruised, obeying all his rules.
Why not just refuse; refuse to be his slave, refuse to be his punching bag, refuse to be his last choice.
It’s time to stand up and raise your voice.
Tell him whose boss and why you took it all.
Remember the time he f**ked your best friend
Remember the times he said
“Baby I’ll be there until the end”
Remember the beatings, burns, cuts and bruises;
It’s time to tell him who loses.
Be the woman who can stand on her own two feet.
Be the woman who refuses to be with a man and be beat.
Life is too short to stay locked down
He continued to knock you down 
But its time to get up and get off the ground.
You’re free to be the woman you were meant to be…


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Anxous for the day

Last night I couldn't sleep.
I lay in bed counting Sheep.
Anxious was I,
My heart pounding as high as the sky.
Ready to become one year older.

At two in the mourning,
I woke to some snoring.
My sister really needs some meds.

She woke me up, and i can not sleep,
My heart beating like beep, beep, beep.
Scared was I,
Scared of my day and very shy.
Afraid of becoming one year older.

I opened my computer,
Not until later,
And started to talk to my mom.

She said she loved me,
and I smiled so gleely,
as my heart started to glow.
She said she loved me more then i would ever know.
And then I knew I was ready, so i laid down, and went to sleep.


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What A Woman

What A Woman

Woman, there is more to her than her lovely lady curves

Woman, confidence and wisdom is all visible in her swerve

Woman, her actions never contracting the sense of maturity

Woman, her past has made her grow rather than creating insecurities

Woman, assumptions rarely clouds her vision

Woman, hearsay or opinions is never her final decision

Woman, she’s the of essence of the word “independence”,

Woman, mutual love and respect is her dependence

Woman, massaging her ego on anyone's expense is not her way

Woman, doubt and insecurities arise but  extreme games she dont play

Woman, courtesy is never lost for her pride

Woman, she rarely has anything to hide

Woman, she lends a hand to forgiveness

Woman, benefit of doubt is her quickness

Woman, as for girls they are opposite to her swagger 

Woman, because her kind never staggers

Woman, anyone can wear her fashion

Woman, what makes a woman is humility and passion

Woman, she doesn't come across as crass 

Woman, her mere presence says what a lady of class 

Woman, she leads the rest to the dream of a man

Woman, she is simply called “what a woman”


By H.F.
Written: August 2009


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The Girl With No Name

November 26, 2009
She walks with her head down,
She wonders with no purpose,
She has a mother who forgets her,
She has a father who dosnt want her,
She has parents who cant handle her,
What is she to do with herself?
She has two sets of parents,
Neither seem to want her,
She has a big family but,
None have time for her,
She hides her tears,
She hides her pain,
She hides the abuse,
She blocks people out.
This is her legacy ,
This is her story,
This is her life,
This is the girl with no name.


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Watch The Horizon

That orange-pink sky
takes my breath away.
So pure and lovely
it spreads across the horizon.

But as the sky grows darker and darker
The pink fades to purple 
The orange to red
The light blue to a colder blue
Night is coming.

Before i knew it
The sky was glimmering in stars
The full moon shining brightly over head
The wind picked up a bit
And i shivered

The night was cold 
And the dark made it colder.
As an action to stay warm 
I pulled up my collar 
But it didn't work.

I quickly made my way home
Being sure no one saw
For they didn't know i was out.
For they didn't know i was waiting for my miracle.

I wake up early the next morning
And head outside.
The birds were starting to wake up
The sky was turning that soft pink color
Of sunrise. 

I quickened my pace 
to make it on time.
And just as it began i made it to the stop

The sunrise was beautiful
and it took away my breath.
I smiled to myself and thought my wish.
I had a feeling,
Something good will happen.
All i had to do was watch the sun set.

With hope in my heart 
And joy filling my body
I jogged home.

The day was passing 
and the sunset was coming
I needed to get out
Right Now!
I excused myself and quickly went outside

I ran to the stop.
Panting and tired i made it a little late
The sky was an amazing orange/purple color
I smiled despite the day i had. 

Once again the sunset was ending
But today it was different
Today a figure walked toward me
And deep in my heart i knew it was you.

5 years, 8 months, 12 weeks
25 days, 24 hours, 30 minutes 
was all it took

To see you walking back to me from war
ALIVE.
And all i did 
was Watch the Horizon


Dedicated to all those families who have a loved one in the military. We wish for their safe return. God Bless them all!


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To my mommy

Hard times are those things we go threw 
Bad times are the things that we go threw in our minds
When life is a stuggle 
People itself sometimes bring into your life trouble 
When there's know one around 
I'll be here for you my sweet mother 
And when you are gone I'll take care of my little sister and brother 
I'll be sadwhen you leave 
But  I'll always know you'll be looking down with a smile on your face
Everything I do I it for you 
Without my sweet mother where would I be  or What would I do.
I Love You!


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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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Sew Sorry

Sew Sorry

A shaft or gear is stuck or broke
The needle won’t make one more stroke
I cannot sew because of them
I can’t repair my pant leg’s hem
I cannot make a blouse or skirt
I cannot sew – my heart is hurt
That old machine was once brand new
My mother had it – it was due
I remember it in mother’s room
The needle flew – the motor zoom
The fancy gears for button holes
And even more for fancy scrolls
And even now I can recall
The sewing patterns from McCall
The bolts of cloth that she picked out
Though all we children had out doubts
But then it saw much harder times
Long before I called it mine
Baptized by my mother’s drink
More than once I’d have to think
And scars it bore from cigarettes
Left to burn with no regrets
I can’t recall the very day
She closed it up – packed it away
It just sat there on her floor
And she sewed nothing any more
And as the years crept slowly by
Under piles of trash it lie
Until the day I took it home
And claimed it for my very own
I cleaned and oiled that old machine
Until it sparkled – till it gleamed
I made the clothes that I then wore
I couldn’t afford those from the store
I could make a dress, a skirt, a blouse
And decorations for my house
A table cloth, a pillow case
That old machine kept up the pace
I could make things cool and cute
I even sewed my guy a suit
And when my daughters came along
That old machine was going strong
They wore the clothes that I would sew
As off to school each day they’d go
But they grew up and moved away
And I kept sewing till today
After 50-60 years
I guess I wore out all the gears
I broke a shaft, I cracked the case
I guess it’s time now I replace
That old machine that served me well
If it could talk – the tales to tell
Of lonely nights in mother’s hands
Her dreams, her thoughts, her many plans
Mistakes and triumphs through the years
The sounds of laughter, pools of tears
The scraps of cloth that made a quilt
The life that this machine had built
I think of it – my eyes go starry
And all I can say is I’m sew sorry 


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Kids

As a dad of three I’ve got your measure
We love you protect you give us lots of pleasure
But……mums and dads aren’t as daft as you think we are
Dads give us a fiver and ill wash your car
Mum….can I take a couple of pounds out of the copper jar

My car barely sees water and a sponge because it’s too much mither
And the copper jar that held a tenner now holds just a fiver
And so it goes on

Dad….can I stay out as long as Paul his dad lets him stay out till eleven
A quick call to Paul’s dad guess what Pauls in at seven
We love you dearly but you kids think were daft
But were on to you it’s almost become a craft

And the classic dad can I have my pocket money mums give her last to my brother
A quick word with mum reveals you’ve just had a tenner
Me and your mum we do talk to each other
Clean your room up I’ve asked you 4 times if you don’t that’s it your grounded I said
I’ve done it dad you tell me I go check it’s clean but it’s all under your bed
That’s it your grounded
Toys out of pram and don’t give me that look
You know the one open mouthed astounded
You see mums and dads aren’t daft it’s all part of the game
But…..through all your tantrums and tears
We still love you all the same


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What Has Happened To The Family

I remember growing up in a Christian family.
We were content, joyful and quite happy.

Things were "going along rather well."
We loved each other... more than words could tell.

I think of the special love 
between mom and dad.
As my parents... I was proud and glad!

Over the years that rolled  on by.
Something happened.  I don't know why. 

Our deep love became 
replaced with "excuses."
Our relationshps filed with
 "barsh words and bruises."

This family... I once held so close to my heart.
Began to "unravel and fall apart."

Our love for another became bitter and cold.
Even to the day we're "growing old."

Everywhere... it is evident and appearing.
The family as a unit is quickly disappearing.

We must come together and 
remove all bitterness.
And walk in God's love and his forgiveness!

We must appreciate one another--
in spite of our faults!
Standing together on Godly principles 
brings good results!

It we insist on "going our separate ways."
We'll be sorry "one of these days!"

The family is what God has put together.
It needs to be rooted in love--
both now and forever!

HIS love needs to be the glue 
that binds us as one.
Blessing every mom and dad... 
daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton
2009


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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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Walked Away

When she first left I was suspended 
in fear
Confused and alone, I just couldn’t 
believe my ears
I could not trust that what they 
heard was real
That you could just leave and not 
understand what I feel

For sixteen years, you were a 
presence in my life
Then one fateful day you 
disappeared overnight
You left us for him and never looked 
back
Farewell my sister, you’ve taken a 
different track

A road that keeps you forever from 
me
I don’t think you realised how painful 
it would be
For yourself and myself, for our 
mother and our father
And above all the one that you hurt 
the most, you liar

We both know who it was so it need 
not be said 
You ruined a life and his spark is now 
dead
Unbelievable as your absence, this is 
far worse
You turned on our brother and it was 
all just a farce

Not only do I still struggle to live with 
my past
Again and again my world shakes, 
uncontrollably fast
Only a few years after you left 
someone else followed
Into the darkness he walked, the 
darkness it swallowed

If that was not painful enough, I still 
had to live on
I had to forge ahead and I had to be 
strong
I had people who depended on my 
courage and strength
I had to walk the line and I had to 
walk its length

First it was my sister and now it was 
my father
Maybe if I did something, maybe if I 
tried harder
Maybe they wouldn’t have left, 
walked away
Maybe they would have found 
enough love for me to stay


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once

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A



And his mother hung it on the kitchen door


That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.


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Why You Make Me Smile

Why You Make Me Smile
	
Because you are beautiful
Because you are kind
Because you are wonderful
Because you are caring 
Because you are funny
Because you are smart
Because you are cute
Because you are sweet
Because you are cool
Because you are understanding
Because you are You!



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A PERSON/ A PAPER/ A PROMISE

Once on a yellow piece of paper w/green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's &
He had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper w/blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & asked him to
write more clearly &
His mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint & the kids told him 
that Father Tracy smoked cigars & left butts
on the pews & sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames &
The girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot &
His father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about & his
professor gave him an A & a strange steady
look & his mother never hung it on the
kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went & he caught his
sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked & the girl around the corner 
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.

Once on a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.


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I Love You

I love you is more than just my words,

 

It is this deep down driving force of a silent sound.

Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light.

Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight.

Unmistakably, I’m assured audibly to get this heard.

 

I love you is more than me,

 

Love is pending in the depths of me I touch.

This is more than what I can realistically feel.            

It is a bargainer’s deal for the sweetest steal.

Evidently, I run wild because I set it all free!

 

I love you is less than you,

 

It is an uncut gashing wound,

With lifetimes of a scored scar,

It is a typhoon of who you are,

Apparently, it is difficult to do!

 

I love you is less than them,

 

It is always lost,

It is never found,

It binds to a cost,

Hearts are bound.

 

I love just like you,

And you love just like me!

 

I swear to my God Almighty from up above my heart is pure and true!

I really do embellish everything my love is suppose to do just for you!

 

Forever and ever, the whole world shall open their eyes daily to see!

In lieu of this unconditional love, it is here I will always want to be!

 


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Honor To Mother Mary is Honor To Father Christ

“The honor of the Mother reflects on Father Christ”
“Whatever honor and praise are given to the Mother bounces to the Son”
“The honor given to the Queen bestowed on the King”
The Honor we give to the Mother of the Lord was referred to Him Who was made incarnate (personified) of her”

The Mother is honored for her Son’s sake”
“Indeed in loving Mother Mary, we honor Eternal God”
“We will never love her as He loved her”
Father Christ was the first to honor her as His mother
“We will never be able to equal with which Father Christ loved her”

4202013


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Just Throw It Away

I am disposable-
No smile can illuminate me
No song can make me dance
There is no rhythm in my family
I cannot make harmony
With a voice that’s belting a different tune
I was not made for this
I may look like watercolor paint
But I cannot blend
I am oil paint
I stain
I am not right
I can only be me
I am disposable


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Figured out the answer

I am a writer
I decided the day after
I got my hair
cut.

So that's what I do now
Eschew and eschew.  Wow,
Can somebody tell me how
to stay right here in the now

and not be distracted
by bills and high taxes
and grandmother needing her hair done
while grandpa plays golf?

It can piss me off.

But I've familiarity with hardship and strife
methinks where I wanna be I'll need a wife!

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

Dedicated to Mary Clare


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My Love

My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2?
My love, my love; Oh whom is worthy of my love?
This boy, that boy; My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2?
Boy or Girl; Family or lover; My love, my love;
Oh whom to give my love 2?
Friend or foe; Sis or bro; My love, my love;
Oh whome to give my love 2?


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Am I Shiny?

Cover up the blemishes
Hide the little blackheads
Smooth over the redness
Creating perfection
Covering emotion
With thick black glue
Darken in those brows
To match stained expectations
Rosy red cheeks
And sparkling pink lips
You’ll never see my deception
In a purely natural state
Dazzled by fluttering eyes
Seduced by sensual lips
Underneath the false
My plainness sneaks away


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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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The Roof


When they were burning the huts outside,
Bringing down the roofs and orphaning those inside...
Unaware and protected from their wrath,
I understood 'love'in your warmth...

When they made a hero out of me,
Irrespective of how ordinary my actions be...
Under your shield, I made the correct choice,
Building character and maintaining poise...

When in everything they saw only my ill,
And inside, i too was loosing my will...
Through that tunnel all darkening,
In your caresses, I kept walking...

My roof, for all your strife,
I owe you much more than my life...
Feel blessed to have you, my roof,
For once God's presence needs no worldly proof...



Dedicated to the people who have done everything in their capacity to help you be what you wanted to be....our Gods on earth!!!


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If the Table Were Turned

You ask of people small things to do
But it seems like it’s so hard for them to do.
You say to yourself, “If the table were turned,
I would not have done this thing to you.”
You find yourself in certain situations,
And you ask individuals for their help.
But you’re left high and dry and all alone,
And once again you are all by yourself.
You know the saying goes,
What goes around comes around the same.
But some of the things that has happened to me,
I would not want those things to happen to anyone else by name.
Sometimes, the way we react, 
Others do not understand,
But if the table were turned, 
I guarantee you;
You would not find another like me in the land.
We do things to other people,
And you wonder if the table was turned;
Would you get treated the way you should have been,
Or would you end up just getting burned.
I know that we are going to reap, that which we sow,
Our character has to get tested.
And that’s how people would really know;
That if the table were actually turned,
It would show the kind of reaction or blow.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO, OR HOW WOULD YOU REACT, IF THE TABLE WERE TURNED!!!


Details | Epic | |

Bond Ne'er Be Broken

Thus, if ever be

A spark of conscious love or un

With will that is truly free

Of parent unto child ‘tween

A bond ne’er shall be broken  

No matter of ‘tis state of weak


Details | Haiku | |

Last Kiss

last kiss
before dying
how tragic




Tribute To 
Our Loved Ones 
On The Other Side

{R.I.P.}


Details | Sonnet | |

I love me Black woman

I love me black woman 
whom God created from the sand
the black woman that I adore 
she has my eyes allure 
she's my first virgin born and pure
I bade in her wisdom, power, acceptance and I am sure
She's definitely the one 
that has given me a special son.
I love me black woman with vision
she's ahead with an incredible mission.
i love me black woman with passion 
the quality of her blossom that I cannot ignore
in my mind she has never been bored.
I love me black woman from the very top of her head toward her bottom feet.
I love me black woman all the time 
wouldn't dare trade her for a dime. 
I would have write the more ,but there wouldn't be space 
to describe how much a black woman worth.
She's the mother of all earth 
given a gift with an unbelievable birth.
Who wouldn't love a black woman 
in such case is ignant.
to abuse a black woman, I dare not 
She's my black woman beautiful within and out
she's all that I 'm bout
a black woman a red rose to be 
I can't help myself but see
that a black woman is all that
Precious, fragile and magnificently phat
I love me black woman. 


Details | Couplet | |

Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see



Tribute To Love



Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

When the Children Cry

When the children cry Hold their hand Their only young Help them understand When the children cry Console their thoughts Reassure Don't leave them distraught When the children cry Hold them close For in any circles We love them most When the children cry Disperse their fear Dry their eyes Their young felt tears When the children cry http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php


Details | Free verse | |

Absolution

I let the pussy go today; he scratched me to get away
I told him to take the tool with him
Because it would prick me instead of helping me
I took the arrows out of my back
There are bits of stone left behind from the arrowheads
But I don’t feel them anymore
I took my four small bottles of Holy Water
And gave them to people who respect me
Then I went to the ocean
I took my heart shaped shell
It was broken in two
I stepped into the waves and let the waters cover my feet
Slowly I opened my hand
And let the pieces fall into the water
I watched them for a long time as they tumbled to and fro in the waves
This was the hardest to let go of
I knelt in the water and pondered how the shell moved toward me
And then away from me with the tide
Some people believe all life came from the sea
But I know this letting go is best for me
And as I get up and turn my back on the ocean
I walk slowly but with a confident stride
Not looking back
Not ever looking back 
Forgiveness has been given
My footsteps in the sand will disappear over time
Like I already have
And that’s alright
The boulder has been lifted off my chest
And I look straight ahead, walk through the sand
Up the steps, along the fence
And into my future


Details | Rhyme | |

Rwanda Wrongs

In 1957, there existed a plan
To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan
Power they had, too much for one side
The foundation for, future Genocide
 
1960, the monarchy was gone
Will both sides sing the same song
Sadly not as the persecutions start
Ripping this African country apart
 
1973, under a new regime
Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain
Progress and reconciliation proposed to be
For this country to unite, finally
 
1994, Habyarimana gunned down
His assassination, country drowns
This killing of him, the carnage starts
Population half, ripped apart
 
The killings horrific, no one spared
Machete slain, heads caved
Hacking, be-headings as families fall
As CNN tune in, the world appalled
 
The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes
Men, women and children you can't describe
Women raped, and the unborn slain
This horrific act of human pain
 
Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead
By another clan, they thought were friends
Indescribable to the world as our televisions show
The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow
 
Where does it all end, can we try the same songs
How many more of these Rwanda wrongs
It appears to be a human trait
To kill each other for the sake of it


Details | Free verse | |

unspeakable

let's speak of the unspeakable
the horrid, heartless, maybe headless tale

let's speak of small children, 
gaunt with indifference, both of and for
the sunken eyes, the distended belly
the insects hovering about...waiting

let's speak of hospital corridors
hushed conversations with green-scrubbed
doctors and nurses, the welling of tears
unready to find peace in the parting

let's speak of nighttime raids under 
star-filled skies, the flash of tracers
and night goggles with green eyes
and anguished old mothers seeing
young men with sandals and Kalashnikovs

let us speak of morning mothers
calling children to breakfast
seen hanging around closet hooks from 
taunting things they could not stand
and family forced questions of why

let's speak of dear souls we
would do anything for but are unable
as they refuse their meds and
talk to the un-seeable and listen
to what the voices tell them to do

let us speak of shiny nights on
florescent streets with young women
the richly dark men, lady killers, driven
telling them to climb on in
she's a lot like the daughter

let's speak of visits from
the local police or sheriff,
equally bereft, the color-guard
to softly express their deep regret
as we crumple on the porch step

let us speak of paneled rooms with
mahogany meeting tables and white-papers
recommending divestiture of expendables
who are actually people, with lives

let's speak of our own fears
that we hold each to heart
well closeted and cloistered
maybe even from ourselves
let's shine some light to banish shadow

let us speak of the unspeakable and
thereby remove its interdiction
take its power, and throw it in the air
to the wind, to be blown free,
free of fear, the anguish of unsaid...said.

© Goode Guy 2011-08-18


Details | Prose Poetry | |

for the childrens sake

Sep 4 2007 
  
Deep pain and misery
 Shuts among the little ones
 They cry for help
 No one to understand
 Mother is always out drinking 
Father is abusing them 
Big sister and brother are at school 
Just only wanting to be loved 
But the family does not want to
 As the children grew older 
The hate sunk in 
Their mother was dying
 Father was in jail 
Big sister lived on the streets
 Brother was following his father's steps 
The children did not care
 They grew up not knowing what a family was like 
When they finally became parents 
The cycle began


Details | ABC | |

Where Did They Go

The girl with the lustful eyes and the mini skirts, where did she go?
I see her physically but for some reason the wondering eyes and mini skirts no longer show.
The guy who would drink every night until his eyes closed, he is no longer here.
I see him physically but for some reason the drunken nights with Vodka, Whiskey and Rum have disappeared. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl with the piercings and tattoos that were placed at the small of her back?
I see her physically but for some reason now piercings and tattoos are what she lacks.
Where is the guy who danced in the club Sunday through Saturday with no day to rest?
I see him physically but for some reason he will not step foot in the club anymore, he confessed. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who treated every man like her husband and gave him lust on another degree?
I see her physically but for some reason she now does not have sex before marriage no matter how much he pleas. 
Where is the guy that hit and curse women like his mother and sister since the age of fifteen?
I see him physically but for some reason now he treats his mother and sister like queens.
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who was so depressed that she cut her wrist just to get attention when she felt alone?
I see her physically but for some reason the cutting has cease and now she is getting help to make her secret problems known.
Where is the guy who had sex with girls night after night just to prove to his friends who was on top?
I see him physically but for some reason the random sex acts with random girls have stopped. 
Where did they go?
They were tired of the life they lived and decided to kill what held them back the most,
They stopped feeding their flesh, until the flesh became ghost.
Giving up the ways of the world, and started living like the ways of Christ they were born again, 
No longer wanting to stray away from GOD and live their life through sin. 
So where did they go?
They went in the direction where there is everlasting life,
Living for GOD, now saved, now a husband, and now finally a wife. 


Details | Ballade | |

a mother's heart

Blood is thicker than water, that's true....i'm uncertain what that means.
I'm assured love for friends is good, but love for sisters surpasses everything.
You've been there since I remember, you'll be there til the end.
That's more than anyone could ask for, from any sort of friend.

It's strange now to think about, looking into your face, that the two of us together 
now, came from the same place.
To mom it wasn't long ago that the two of us, separately, were thought of.
Two insignificant embryos, yet she thought of us with love.
There was quite a process from then to the time that we were named.
Even more of a contrast now, but yet we are the same.
Even though there are friends out there who will never be torn apart,
There's something they'll never share that we did, the beating of our mother's 
heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Happy Women's Day

Nature’s first successful science project, 
The fate of the galaxy relies on the changing of your mind.

Curses and gifts.
 An uplifting redundancy surrounds the pronunciation
Of all your phases.

Kin to the world.
Keeping the earth well feed
With the fruit of your consideration.

In love with all things young and old. 
From high valleys and low roads,
You display many moods and modes,
I try my best to play catch up.
Truth is I’m lost with or without you.

You leap to your feet for good luck,
Only to pass it to the next man.

A fan of peace and laughter,
Determined not spend life cornered by strife.
You stand for right. 
But no one understands your plite.

Do you know whom I speak of?

The person with the biggest smile, 
And the nicest compliments.
The one that will stay to help you clean after the party’s over.
That hardy cooker. That class act.
The one that got your back, no question about it. 
 
So who could it be?

It is she!
That woman,
That mother,
That girlfriend,
That lover
That gay brother,
That best friend,
And cousin.


The ones you’ve borrowed time,
 Love, money, 
Space, ideas,
 And expectation from.

And since I never will be able to pay you back,
I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Happy Belated Mother’s Day! 


Details | Rhyme | |

No Color or Relgion, Ever Stopped a Bullet from a Gun

I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
 
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
 
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
 
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
 
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
 
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
 
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
 
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
 
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
 
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun



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


Details | Senryu | |

' Charm ... ' 6th Senryu

‘ Charm ’   6th Senryu

Charm … May – be a Game      (Prov. 31: 30)
And Prettiness – May – be Vain …
… Woman of God … Praise !


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Woman!

The complete opposite of a man… 
Existence is unique and never less than.
Her presence can be compelling and desirable,
Forthright, like a force from nature, unstoppable!
Exuding feminine qualities that are mesmerizing,
So much so, that it’s uncanny and amazingly hypnotizing. 
In a noble manner that she sees fit to fashion,
She is capable of undeniable passion.
When she loves, her emotions prevail,
Her warmth and loyalty with adoration we hail,
For her wholesome nurturing shall never fail.
In respect to her genuine, moral sense,
A being that epitomizes beauty and intelligence,
So with this I say with pertinence,
Show a woman honor, respect, to emphasize her importance.


Details | Bio | |

My Sister

                        Even though we have never been close, I will not let you go.
                        You grew up in the world without me but, now you have me.
                     So much time has been lost by not having eachother in our lifes.
                       Mother took you and kept you away so you would not stray.
             All the times in life, mother told you I hated you and that is such a lie.
       I wish that we were closer then what we are because, we are to far apart.
                                           This is my promise to you:
                "I promise to be there for you when you need to cry. 
I promise to help you keep your faith and not go astray.
          I promise to lend you an ear when you need to express your hopes,
                                           dreams and fears.
I promise to encourage you in anything you want to do.
                                This is my promise to you little sister!


Details | Free verse | |

A Mother's Kiss

The footsteps of the children
ring through out the town.
Gallaping fast,
Gallaping slow,
Listening to the tiempo.
People hear,
People stair,
Now everyone cares.
Mothers call,
run to the dinner hall.
Time to go to bed.
A glass of water,
She remembers what mother taught her,
And a Mother's Kiss sends her right to sleep.


Details | I do not know? | |

Silence

You want to be a man or a woman of Eternal God
You must pray
To be a man or a woman of prayer
Must make silence a good friend of yours

Silence on the inside
Silence on outside
Silence you will hear the message of Eternal God or Father Christ
Will read, hear and understand with all your heart

12122011/5052013


Details | Rhyme | |

So Good

A comfortable sound; is found in the pews
 	Illuminated, we are feeling the Good News
As this providence is caught alive
	All tempestuous thoughts of transgressors subside
Hallelujah, HE brings divine will for all of us too…
	It is so good to hear the sweet sounds from the pews


Details | Bio | |

Why

Why does she make Tyesha cry?
Why she act like she don’t care?
Why did she have 3 kids that she doesn’t want to take care of?
Why do all of us hate being at home?
Why does she have a man in the house she doesn’t trust?
Why does she let him hurt Tyesha?
Why would Tyesha have to lie?
Why am I scared to leave them with her?
Why do I feel it’s my right to protect them?
Why do I want to settle for less in stay in Saginaw to have them close to me?
Why does she treat us wrong?
I know why it’s because of Skinny!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Tru 2 Me

I looked for your heart,but all I found were games you said so much and than you 
said nothing,you talked the game but not for me,I was never the one to get your 
heart, see you never said there was another who had you,all I got was the 
games,but she had you, did you think I was easy did you think I would lose myself
like that,I'm a strong sister looking for a strong person,I thought you were 
the one,but you turned out to be like all the others.


Details | Senryu | |

We Will Remember Them

Dying for Freedom
American and British soldiers
Will be remembered

 

" Dedicated to the losses our countries are taking to fight for our freedom "
                                 Haiku or Senryu matters not


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cloud-Cover

Cloud-Cover… On A Sunny Day
Got Me On This Hill… Looking-Up and Dreaming
Cloud-Cover… I Just Want To Lay
And Watch The Sunrays Gently Beaming…
… thru The Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Like A Gentle Lover
A Sweetheart, That’s Somewhere Far Away
Who, Sends A Message… To This Hillside Clover…
… and Me… Wishing Both, Could Stay…
… just Like Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Oh, Let Our Lives, Be Like Close-Cloud-Cover
Gently Rolling By, Slowly, On The Breeze
Rise Up With Love, For One Another
And Ride The Wind.. ‘til We Are Free…
… Discover, Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Was A Sunny Day
… but I Hear Distant Thunder… On A Hill…
Cloud-Cover… I Have To Pray…
I’m Running Thru The Rain… ‘Cause I Feel A Chill…
… Don’t Let It Be My Cloud-Cover!... Not My Cloud-Cover!
…Nor My Son, Daughter, Mother, Father… Or My Brother…

Cloud Cover… Please… Cloud Cover…

   In Memory of Those Taken From Us...


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my family lost

an angry father with no love
no acceptance there even a hug
a detached mother never a smile
ive seen her happy but its been awhile
a drugged out sister who raised me right
finds release with blade of a knife
my dear brother scarred for life
sorrowful crying fills the night
my family means the world and more
but loving me is their biggest chore
not a pleasure not a privilege
my heart soars but then they kill it
not all is bad at times they fake it
but false smiles cant always make it
a beaten child here i lay
waiting for the darkness of day
mother tries but cant hold on
sister only hits the bong
brother distant in great need
father reason i sometimes bleed
they are all i have they are my nothing
hoping, groping to find something
i hold them dear i love them so
better to fight than let go
divorce ending what had been
some chose faith and others sin
my brother chose nothing though i try
to be an anchor in a sea of night
still he drifts away so far away
living life one bad day to bad day
sister to high to hear my cries
pushing back the harder i try
i want her to see the light
i wont give up without a fight
father once so happy and energetic
now drained and sees me as pathetic
was so loving and full of life
now gets drunk and wants a fight
mother lost as i try to lead the way back
still slipping so far off track
i cant stand to see her cry
though it happens every night
i love my family they are all i ever had
and ill stand by them in good and bad
i love you family please come home
im so sick of being alone
i need you now more than ever
i need someone to make it better
i need a smile instead of shouts
i need words from the heart not the mouth
please family find me here
please leave behind the beer
leave the drugs and the knife
leave the darkness in the night
leave your new world ill make this one better
i said it once and ill say it forever
my world is lost without the center
family you are the core
everything that i adore
ill make every effort i want it back
the happiness of our long lost past


Details | Rhyme | |

Those Who Have Wronged Us


Those Who Have Wronged Us… I had a loved one whom I thought loved me. I couldn’t understand how she would treat me! I thought she was a Christian. She said she was. She told me; “I don’t like you just because!” As the years went by, just the way she lived. I wanted nothing to do with her! Much less forgive! The things she did were hurtful and caused pain. I didn’t even want to mention her name! Years later, I felt the lord tugging at my heart! God wanted a healing… And a fresh start I wanted an apology… It never took place. I felt the Lord asking me for more of his grace. You see, after all these years, with no words spoken. I heard of some news, and my heart was broken. I found out this person was soon at death’s door. When I found out… I fell to the floor! I cried “Father in heaven will you please forgive me? I didn’t love her, in spite of how she would treat me!” The opportunity I had was a chance for forgiving. Now she hasn’t much longer that she’ll be living! May this be a warning and a “wake up” reminder! To those who wronged us, we need to be kinder! Christ’ love needs to break the “barriers” down. So forgiveness in our lives will certainly be found! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

What About the Kids

Mom, and Dad violently fight, through the night, 
each sibling trying, to sleep, without saying a peep.
Can't help, as little children crying, and voluntarily trying,
to creep, within a conflict, for them, becomes deep.

Caught between, having to choose, a parent, 
when not apparent, with whom, they want, to be.
Engrossed in the drama, is mama and papa,
whom are stubborn, to therefore see.
The exact measure, of the, constant pressure,
of their kids, suffering from, this tragedy.


Details | I do not know? | |

Strong Woman

I'm the one you'll never understand,why can't you be real,why can't you be 
honest and up front why must I be the woman that you want to screw,why can't I 
be the woman that you want to have in your life,forever. when you see me you see 
a positive strong woman one who won't take crap from any, who step to me,but 
when you see me, you feel threatened by my looks, my seriousness makes you 
scared to talk with me ,but yet I'm perfect in your  bed.


Details | Sonnet | |

Collections

I’ll add you to my safe keeps.
And put you with my collections.
I’ll sit back with my own reflections.
After, I’ve taken hundreds of peeps.
 
I’ll put you under my pillow where I sleep.
And then there will be no exceptions.
It’s where delusion versus deceptions.
You and I will never weep.
 
Until your heart is free to run,
I’ll be collecting ashes and dust.
I’ll never be done!
And I’ll never rust.
 
My collections of restorations appeal.
Piece by piece many of you will heal.
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Free verse | |

The Cultivated Mind (Home Grown)

Father and Mother 
With golden determination 
Focused to open my thoughts 
in several ways of revelation -- 
My manner is... Homegrown 
The once green mind still looks back; 
at all that has been revealed to its now browned shell… 
and with that same determination of gold 
I pass down the revelations of old 
to my children, as I have been told 
The mind should always be 
Cultivated to the best of ones abilities.... 
Its focus should start within the home 
That is why I feel blessed 
When I tell you my children 
Most assuredly -- I am Home Grown.


Author’s Comments: 
As a farmer tills the earth and toils to harvest that which he has sown and the wife 
prepares the table before him, produced from within the bounty reaped thereof... 
 Thus, we should take the time to cultivate the minds of our children, to also 
acknowledge their surroundings and the people there in. 
To stay focused on the blessings at hand, that they not live stagnant lives but to be 
productively responsible for the gifts which they each so uniquely possess. 
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Dissertation On Beauty ... '

If Aiming For Beauty
Pretty, Is Nice
But Plain Vanity
Is A Venal-Vice

Inner Beauty:  Is A Necessity
Outer Beauty:  (Maybe) Superficiality
Outer Beauty:  May Impress Memory
But Inner Beauty:  Lasts An Eternity

Now, As A Teen
I Did Preen
 Too Much Esteem
 Oldest, Sister Seen …

So, As A Teen, I Was Told
Advice To Shape- Mold
Words:  Worthy-Gold
Listen:    Behold …

“You Are Pretty, Yes It’s True
But Just Wait A Minute or Maybe Two
All In Time and Life’s View
Will Come Someone … Prettier Than You

So, Don’t Be A Victim-in-Error
Like The Queen, due to Snow White and A Mirror
Of Course, There’ll Be Somebody Fairer
So, Don’t Be A Silly-Comparer …

… ‘Cause, The Prettiest Person
Is Ugly To Someone
And The Ugliest Person
Looks Good To Somebody, Hon …

Lovely, Is As Lovely Do …
Be A Portrait and Not Just Surface-Cute
Be A Shame, If Someone Spends Time With You
And Sees, Ain’t Nothing Else, Or Nothin’ New

‘Cause I’ve Seen People
Who Were ‘Knock-Outs’ ! …
That is, Until
They Opened Their Mouths

And Revealed Hostility
In Hearts
Made Attraction-Desirability
… Depart

See:  Mean and Envy
And A Barb-Wire Tongue
And Harm and Dumb …
Starts When Young

So, Strive To Be Kind
A Gentle Heart-Smile
Clean and Sweet
And Your Own-Love-Style

… Also Godly Fear
And Inner Beauty Will Appear
Your Outer Beauty Will Be Clear …”
… My Stunning Sister, I Still Hear …

“Beauty … Is In The Eye Of The Beholder”
Especially True … As We Grow Older


(I'm Remembering Jenny ... I'm Remembering)


Details | Free verse | |

Accepting our loss

Such pleasure you gave 
in the short time we had,
but you were chosen
and though we are sad;
you're away from the dangers
your earthly life had,
away from things ugly
those awful things, bad... .
You brought us peace,
we can't be mad;
for your crossing over -
means an angel they add.
So proud of you,
so very glad;
from loving friends, family;
Mum and Dad 
xxxx


Details | Rhyme | |

Parents

Guardians or Demons
Loved or Hated
Us mums and dads
And how were rated.
 
Too strict, too soft
Do we win either way
Don't come home late
Can i go out to play?
 
The answers we give
And the replies we get
Either makes us smile
Or very upset.
 
Family discussion, Parental Chat
Don't do this, don't do that
This Parental task, us parents take on
Helps us make our families strong.


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Blood on Emeralds

The blood of Emeralds
In Northern Ireland's streets
Where sides detest
Victims they seek
 
Religious divide
Neighbours slain
For the life of me
What to gain
 
These troubled times
Historic sores
Deep rooted pasts
Now to the fore
 
IRA
UDA
Many guns came out to play
Both sides fell, as they murderously slay
During the week, even Sundays
 
The Belfast agreement of 1998
This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state
Neighbours safe to talk again
Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain

" Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "


Details | Lyric | |

The Family Gathering

Three sisters, one brother, and our dear parents too,
Not counting our children, which numbered quite a few.
Prepared the family gathering, our laughter to live on,
All seeming happy and anything but blue.
With tables set for sharing the food of joy and cheer,
Thanks were given to our Lord
For the passing year.
With dinner feast over and another year to soon disappear,
We look around to find we're still together,
As so are very few.
All the family members have just put their hunger to rest,
And with God's blessings, we still have our family nest.
With younger days and years left far, far behind,
We reach for our memories to share,
One more time.
The laughter was heavy and spirits feeling free,
One more gathering, for our family tree.
Our school-day dances, we tried to do,
Listening to old records of, 
God knows who.
With our childhood vanished, and many years gone by,
Least we forget the family gatherings,
 We've shared during our lives.


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How Do They Sleep

Not a day goes by , my thoughts are not with you,
thinking maybe, someone will have the guts, and 
courage to say, "OK, I was wrong."
Daily our troops are killed, and  wounded so bad,
trying to start their life over, but it will never be what they had.
Is this a war for peace, or a war for oil, all I know for sure,
our tempers are ready to boil.  
Our leaders are backing up, when it comes to our troops,
but they don't have a problem sleeping, for what they do.
How many now have been killed in this war,
How many now will never walk,
How many now can't see their children,
How many now have been abandoned,
How many now have been burned,
How many now can't hold their wife,
How many now can't get help,
I think our country has done enough,
If they can't handle their problem,
well that's just tough.
Our troops, our money, our sacrifice,
something here is not right.
Their land, their oil, and they keep it all.
Somebody better open their eyes, and
then maybe explain to a mother, why her child had to die.




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"A Woman Eyes " by Joseph Goodwill

If you take a moment to look deep inside a woman's eyes you can see the 
window to her soul. You can see her joy and her pain; her hopes and her 
dreams.  She may never say a word but her eyes can tell a whole story.  I know 
because I have had the pleasure to know many beautiful and wonderful women 
in my life.  But 6 women changed my life along with Christ.  They were my 
mother, my grandmother, my two aunts, my cousin's wife, and my beautiful wife.  
When I look into their eyes I saw where I came from, where I am now and where I 
am headed.  The man I have become I owe to God.  The way I treat a woman I 
owe to my mother.  A woman is a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife, and that is 
just for starters.  You can find her at church, you can find her in the community, 
you can find her being a nurse to a child's wounds, and you can find her being a 
rock to her husband when the world is knocking him down.  And after all of that 
she is still a woman in every sense of the word.  I know man is the head of the 
house and God is its foundation but a woman is its CEO;  Chief Everything 
Officer.  My mother is no longer here on earth with me but if I want to see what 
she stood for all I have to do is look into a woman's eyes.  I don't only want to say 
thank you to the women who changed my life but thank you to all women for with 
God and you everything is possible.


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Views

I am the child of a mother who doesn't care
Who pretends to not see the life I can't bare
I am a the sister of a boy who blames me
Why can't the truth be seen
I am the younger sister of a girl who gets what she wants
Even when she's sitting in cell block three
I am the daughter of a man who isn't there 
How can he understand if he doesn't listen to me completely
I am the older sister to a other girl who is always testing my rage
Can't she the box I'm in is a cage
I am a student of a school that doesn't know
The misery of my life that needs to be shown
I am a girl who wants to run away
Rather than being tortured everyday


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Who are you?

You say you are afraid 
The guys you date will find you unattractive 
But yet you attract them with the shortest skirts you can find 
And when you go dancing, your skirt sways around like a merry-go-round leaving 
nothing to the imagination 
Maybe it's time to grow up 
Find a man not a boy 

You say if they found out how old you really were 
Those guys would not like you 
Well how do you feel about me Mom? 
You tell everyone I am your sister 

Are you ashamed of who I am? 
Of how I came to be? 
It happened over thirty years ago, that violent act 
Of which I was the result 
I am yours, 
And I will not go away. 

Do you not realize the pain you put me through 
When you introduce me as your sister 
I feel like screaming, "I AM HER DAUGHTER!". 
So which is it? Are you my mother? 
Or are you my sister