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A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love



Everywhere I go I see my feelings somewhere in its view
The way a flower’s petal tries to survive against a wind's vigorous touch 
Remembering my soul’s sparkle, as I glanced at the flower shining in morning 
dew
Connecting with its fragile existence in the way that I miss you so much 

The snowflakes in the winter, come down leaving a sense of coldness touching 
my face
Slowly, every so slowly they begin to melt after they fall from the sky
Leaving a sense of tears by my eyes, streaming in their thawing trace
As I embrace just watching reflections of you cascading down like a photo slide

Although you are not dead, the distance between mother and son
Resembles the same kind of grief as if God took you away from me
I pray endlessly, that hopefully soon, you and I will unite together as one
So I can hold you in my arms the way it was meant to be

 I know you stare at the cold bars of your cell trying to look past them each 
day
Trying to connect with me in a world you left behind three and half years ago
Only to keep seeing the cold bars reminding you that I’m still many miles away
Surrendering to allow our memories to continue connecting our souls

Months have come and gone as the seasons changed
Realizing that each season represents glimpses of my love’s trace
In the Springs, I allowed my tears to be soothed in the rhythm of their 
quenching rains
In the summers, I allowed their strong rays to keep lighting me a path to a 
warm place

In the autumns, I compared the leaves changing colors to your cycles of life
Cherishing the moment you were born and living within that colored sparkle in 
your eyes
In the winters I connect with the coldness of the trees growing bare, fighting to 
survive
In a season, in a world, in a mother’s love where both grief and strength 
coincides

Dedication to my son Steve who is incarcerated for a while now. I had to write 
this poem to connect my soul for a healing today… 
















   



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Why the Rose Bled

Parents so proud Four sons they raised From the Highlands of Scotland In the pre-war days On their crofts they worked Morning till night Unknown to them then Of a future fight The Germans have invaded A country so free Poland was taken The world shaken visually Britain declares war As our men enlist To rid the enemy As the fighting shifts Europe's engulfed In a feverish war Many are dying To comprehend what for The four brothers Sign up to fight As a mother will pray Every night Campaigns they fight In these theatres of war Witnessing horrors Never seen before In their garden at home On the family crofts A bed of roses With petals so soft Then one day With a passing glance A pink rose dripping red In deathly stance Their mother turns To the gate she looks Telegram in hand From the postman she took With trembling hands She opens with care Upon reading the message In tear laden stare Their eldest son In Africa was lost As many many others Deaths global cost Every day As she passes the rose It's pink petals bloom Her tomorrow's fear grows .


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Son

You came to me on angels wings
Your smile was so divine,
I looked into your big blue eyes
Not believing you were mine.

With skin so soft and hair of down
You came to me that day,
And as I held you on my breast
You stole my heart away.

Sweet child if you could ever know
The love I felt for you,
As the years flew quickly by
That love just grew and grew.

So I’ll just quietly watch you grow
Into a man my son.
I want you to know what a privilege it is 
For me to be your mom.

Written by Brenda  Meier-Hans
2002
Gautami Phookans Contest:
The Sweetest Touches of Verse


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That Bullet Was For You

While walking through a hospital one day, a veteran I did see
He was in a wheelchair with both legs missing, and he did it for you and me.

I turned around a corner and down another hall
Only for my eyes to behold a family who has lost it all

A five year old cried out,"Why did daddy have to die?"
The mother held her son closer while she greived and began to cry

The mother of that young Marine, who had fought over in Iraqu
Wandered why her son so brave, didn't survive the enemie's attack

The father of that soldier, hung his head to cry
He was a retired soldier himself, why couldn't he have been the one to die?

His heart broken sister, sits in shock and tries to deny
The death of her older brother, he was killed and don't know why

A few days later, a family, everybody all dressed in black
Went to the funeral of a twenty-five year old who too our bullet in Iraq

The Bible says "thou shalt not kill." and "Love your neighbor" too
Maybe our soldiers aren't doing what's right, but they still take your bullet for you

They sleep in foxholes, and eat in trenches, and do all that they know to do
They rest in the sand with no comforts of home and they take your bullet for you

The restless nights turn into days, you wouldn't believe all they go through
THe rest of us sit at home and gripe, and still they take your bullet for you

The next time you hear a 21 gun salute, don't condemn as others do
The next time the taps are being played, remember, they took that bullet for you.


Thanks, Veterans for your sacrifice.


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A Mother's Heart

A Mother's Heart

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


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A mother's treasures

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


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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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The Other Mom

I was laying on the beach
On a hot August morn
A sudden pain in my gut
I knew that something was wrong
It's Eddie.  I felt it so strong
I Picked up my cell and I called
The emotional pain of it all
My body curled up in a ball
I sat up again to be sure, 
the solar plexus was sore
Why to I question these signs
I know that there isn't a cure
For the feelings I want to ignore
He never answered the phone
I packed up my stuff and went home
I worried all day and all night
The sunrise brought more than just light
The loud banging began at the door
I peeked through the blinds to be sure
There were cops all over the street
Guns drawn made the picture complete
I opened the door full of fear
Oh my God!  Why are they here?
My heart dropped, I wanted to hide
When he said "Sgt. White, homicide."
Is your son home he wanted to know
With his foot in the door I said no
Do you mind if we just have a look
And I backed up after biting the hook
They swarmed through the house 
Guns up in the air
Upstairs to his room
They looked everywhere
My solar plexus was right
I'm glad I came home last night
But where did he go?  I needed to know
His innocence still in my sight
The officer said have a seat
Let's talk about where he could be
A boy was found dead in the street
A witness put Ed at the scene
Don't worry he said as I pulled my robe tight
Your son was a victim of robbery last night
I know he's afraid to come out in the light
I didn't believe him.  But I knew he was right.
My son was afraid and now I knew why
He took someone's life who's mother will cry
He was just seventeen a year younger than Ed
Why do these kids seem to be so misled?

What happened that night is a mom's biggest fear
A child was lost in the drug war I hear
The exchange in the alley of weed for the cash
Was a set up to rob him of all  that he had
When the kid put a gun against my son's head
Said 'empty your pockets' or soon you'll be dead
He had no idea that the pocket was packed
With a 38 special protecting the cash
The rest of story is packed in a box
The panic, the fear, the action, the shock
He emptied the gun and ran for his life
While Nicholas bled on the pavement that night
My heart cries to God asking why must I be
The mom of the kid who killed her baby
I cry for her loss as if it were mine
I beg her forgiveness, and I offer her mine.
You don't want to be either one of these moms
Our children at risk, a sign of the times
God please shine Your light on this good Earth today
We're all human beings who've just lost our way.


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A faded leather notebook

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

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

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

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


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Marble in Columns on Green

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

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

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

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

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

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


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Die alone and born again

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

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

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

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


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A Woman, With A Bucket

A seed was kept, by a pretty woman, in her pocket
As she goes, up and down the stairs, with a bucket

For nine long months, she has it, inside her pocket
Till she finally lost her strength to carry the bucket

When the seed popped up, from her maiden pocket
She promised herself, not to let it grow, in a bucket

Though, there is still great pain, in her worn pocket 
She continues, even she’s weak, to carry the bucket

To the man of her life, she entrusted him her pocket
Till she went broke, nothing left, but just her bucket

Worst, the conman planted a seed, inside her pocket
He left her, when she has nothing, but only a bucket

Times has passed, the woman has gained her pocket
Because of a strong-willed mind, to carry the bucket

She has a fine young man, the seed, from her pocket
He is matured and never felt ashamed, of her bucket

When the beloved Romeo learned, of her full pocket
He returned with promises, of help, to fill the bucket

Too late, his own seed, he had planted, in her pocket
Will not accept him, for leaving them, with a bucket

No more love for the man, who likes only her pocket 
Nor, for the man, who left them, because of a bucket

Will you pity the man, who has but an empty pocket?
Will you pity a woman, who carries her own bucket?

Will you hate me, if, I wish not to share my pocket?
Will you love me, if, I leave you with only a bucket?

Never rush to a person, who minds only your pocket
Nor, love a person, who has no guts to hold a bucket

For it is not so easy to be a seed, in an empty pocket
Nor easy to witness a mother carries a loaded bucket

She was a pretty woman, who once had a rich pocket 
Thou abandoned she gave her son a life, not a bucket









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Potawatomi's Beginning...

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

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

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


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Today Is Terrible----

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

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

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

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

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

see page 2 of 2, ty..


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


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Mother May I

Mother may I 
Go out and play
My child
Have you cleaned your room today

Are your toys packed away
in your toy chest with care
Yes mother yes 
its all in there

Did you make your bed 
like i showed you how
yes mother yes
may I go now

Yes son yes
after a brief inspection
son shakes his head
not what I was expecting

Never-mind mother
I'm going to my room
oh by the way
can you hand me the broom?


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' Boot-Legged Mama '

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

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

               … Boot-Legged Mama

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

               … Boot-Legged Mama

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

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

               … Boot-Legged Mama

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

               … Boot-Legged Mama

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

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

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

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

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

MoonBee 

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


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I still feel lost

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

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


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I'm Crying

Love makes me cry
I'm crying
My son makes me cry
I'm crying
God is good and he makes me cry
I'm crying
My dad makes me cry
I'm crying 
snag makes me cry
I'm crying
My mom makes me cry
I'm crying
My man makes me cry when we make love
I'm crying

Vanessa N Brown

Copyright ©2005 Vanessa Brown 
 


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Jesus You Know His Heart

Once soft meadows so full of life,
now hold shadows, blocking the light.
Words unheard, and dreams untouched,
once your eyes laughed so much.
Distant sounds, still call your name,
within a body silenced by the game.
Love can't touch, and tears can't clean,
that part we know as self esteem.
Yesterdays of you, bring me joy,
recalling back when you were a boy.
Shiny blonde hair, and smiling blue eyes,
my heart forever hypnotized.
As tomorrow comes, and life goes on,
somewhere happiness must belong.
My prayer for you I humbly ask,
may light surround you within God's grasp.
A blessing for me, when you were born,
but somehow evil has sent this storm.
Jesus You know him, but he has lost his way,
hold him tight, don't let him stray.
Bring him safely to me once more,
as the waves get higher on unknown shores.
Lost is lonely, and screaming for help,
but I can't save him all by myself.
I give him to You, as I sit and cry,
a mother in pain, I cannot lie.
Your mother watched, as you died on a cross,
a mother in pain, for her son she had lost.
You gave her comfort, You called her name,
now I give You mine, my heart feels the same.
Bring him safely back into the flock,
as You guide a lost vessel from hidden rocks.
Let him know joy, let him feel rain,
as Your Love gently brings, my son home again.





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Believe in me

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


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Kylarr

Kylarr when I look at you I see me
I see you grownin up
I see you have my soul 
I see you want your Daddy
I see you have my childhood
I see your mother eyes 
I see your mother lips 
I see you happy when you and my soul bonds together four ever
I see you in my head 
I see you is Godchild
Antwan H Woodberry


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I am Here for you

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


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the light is so bright!!

                                      The light is so bright,I wonder why! 
                                The sound,the sound, why are they loud!!
                                Something is crying ,and crying out loud!!
                                   Its ok my first born, God gave me you,
                          a boy, blond hair ,blue eyes with so must love 
                                                that look in your eyes 
                                            the light was to guide you
                                    the sounds were you, you see son, 
                             the crying is your mommy so much in love
                                   with the blue eye baby my son!!!!!!!
                                                                                        
                                                                                P DELANGE 2006


Details | Cinquain | |

Thomas

Thomas,
Sobful rarely
Over mature reflex,
Proudly being labeled mother.
Soldier


Details | I do not know? | |

Hugs

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Grandchildren

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


GRANDCHILDREN


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


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The Best day of My Life

I always thought that I knew love
How intense that feeling could be
But, you were my gift from above
Just exactly what I'd need

I never thought I'd be a mother
I thought that time had past
It was a shock to believe another
For I was pregnant at last

I was 39 at the time 
I felt kind of tired and old 
My doctor said that I was fine
And a child is precious like gold

It wasnt always very easy 
Being pregnant, working each day
Some times I'd get kind of queasy
But, eventually it went away

Tests, ultrasounds, bloodwork , all were fine 
An amnio to see if you were okay
Monthly appointments, filled much of my time
Everything was progressing each day

I worked until the day before
Your grandparents flew out to see
I was very ready, couldn't take no more
Wanted my child for just for me

Finally the day had come,when I was to see my son
I got up early, got everything ready, even checked your room.
Slowly I drove to the hospital ,awaiting for the fun
For this was it what I had waited for, i'd see you before noon. 

At the hospital they readied me
A Doctor put a catheter in my back
My Mom and Dad rushed up to see
Their grandchild in a wrap

I told them of my nervousness 
How I forgot the words to say
So together we as a family
We were able to pray

I had to wait for a long time 
Emergency twins were on the way
They said I was next in line 
In the holding room was where I stay

So at 930 they brought me in to the room
They draped a sheet in front of my face
I hoped my head wouldn't  zoom 
I wanted to start this race
 
At 9:54 you came into my life
Your Dad ran to the end to see
The child that was bore by his wife
We became a family of three

My eyes filled with tears and I felt joy
It was all so new, I never had felt it before
Here's your child, perfect, handsome, and its a boy
For on that day my love for you grew even more

The bond between a mother and son
Is a story that can't be told
To look into your little eyes, I was overcome
My memories of that first time will never get old

So on this day when you had came 
Was the best day I could have ever thought
Never mind fortune and fame
To have a child is a lesson in life that can never ever be taught. 


Details | List | |

10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

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

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

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

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos

Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

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

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

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

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

4142013


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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I'm Going Home

,

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

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

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I'm Sorry

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


Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***



"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 woo-hoo!
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 wha'th'a?
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 shoot! 
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ya'here?
 besides...
 ta'days father's day!" 



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










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Angels

On the wings of two angles I was brought into this world…
My mother and father I’ve called them since I first spoke,

To their arms I ran when I first walked…

When my heart was not calm

Their love would come…

When no one believed
They saw what others couldn’t see
When I would cry
With a calm sigh they would smile
And the whole world would stop and the pain would die…
They taught me to not lie…
They taught me to be human…
On the wings of two angels I was brought into this world…
My mother…her beauty puts the stars to shame….
My father…his heart stronger than all the men that walk among us…

I thank my lord for giving me
The biggest treasure on this world,
Love that is clearly out of this world…
Thank you…
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Details | Narrative | |

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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Scars Left Behind

Story of a boy.....

I was to go to bed at 8 that night
When there was firing at the door,
Heard mom gasp,"God save my son."
I had no idea of what was in store.
We ran to the basement and shut it tight,
Mom pointed to the passage where dad hauls in wood
Sternly commanded me to go
While still as stone there she stood.
The sinners banged the door hard,
Through the passage there was just room for me to fit
So I sat down and shook my head,
There was no way that on my mother I'd quit.
She looked at me in the eye and gave me a kiss
And said,"Darling please listen to me,
I love you so very much
As fast as you can, do get to daddy."
'I'll get Dad' I thought and started to crawl,
I had to hurry,the door had almost gave way too
Noticed a sharp thing in the way and stopped,
But mom, in haste pushed me through.
I yelped in pain as iron cut my arm,
But what hurt me more was the door falling with a 'thud'.
Scars on my soul left me nightmares for years to come
Mom's cries and final scream echoing as I ran in the mud.
Fifteen years later, in the same but better town,
I show my arm to my wife and say
"If not for these scars I was left with
I would be with mom today."

-Sadaf Syed


Details | Rhyme | |

The Happy Dress

It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative 
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may find.

So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced;
But as she approached her son’s front door,
Suddenly it opened.  “Ta Da!  Do you like my happy dress?”
His young wife stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

“Oh, my word!” Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise.
“Why are you naked?  Are you insane?”
Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside.
“Please, Mother Cready…if you’ll just let me explain.

You see, when Mac has had a rough day,
When he’s been under a lot of stress,
Sometimes I meet him at the door
With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress.

It always relaxes him and makes him happy,
Then he makes me very happy too.
It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready;
Maybe it would work for you.”

“We’re too old for such.” scoffed Mother Cready.
“Perhaps if we were young like the two of you.”
But, on her way home, she decided
She was definitely going to try it too.

So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume,
Fixed her make-up and her hair.
She was thinking some very sexy thoughts,
But she had to hurry…no time to spare.

She heard her husband’s car in the driveway;
And as he approached their front door,
She threw it open.  “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?"
She stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

She saw a little grimace cross his face,
But that was not the worst.
Then he said, “I appreciate your happy dress, my dear;
But maybe you should have ironed it first.”

ALTERNATE LAST VERSE

“Well…your ‘happy dress’ could use some ironing;
But my birthday suit could use some starch.”
He kissed her. “Bet you and I can work it out.”;
And off to bed they marched.


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My name is Catastrophe

Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
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measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
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with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed not to be here
herein two boys born to a numbnuts army husbodad and a 
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
what comes next in the uneducated female nonintuition of a
deaddad accidential with a pity piss payoff and a whatdoIdo anal attitude
totally in reverse of an arkansas hope of upheaveal. GDMFSOB, who could I/we haVE
BeeN in the assinine scheme of things with someone in an intersomewhateducated semistate of minimal MFconsciousness. We play the hand we are dealt in the vast unscheme of unness. 
WTF, and where/why does God take part and lessen a small boy's dream of donated dadhood by taking it away and leave him left to faulterflounder in a boyhood abyss. Dead, devoid, denied to the manmale circumstance of what the future folds to be delivered to doting descendents, like my three sons. with whom I struggled to 
shower, impart, enable, enbibe, instill, foster, enliven, and all that I did not experience yet faux provide with an inner soulsense to a measured milestone of mannered man manufactured love and tendered texture of all mine to give with that that is mustered macro from a micro counteanace of humocapped coperal deliverance. All's fair they say unless u have been there and then it's every man for himself---and then, I dare u to get in my way---------no holds barred, look out for I am a survivor, all the way.   
Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.


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Beyond Belief

Looking for love landed me in trouble
Life as I knew would soon burst like a bubble.

I was already 5 months along before my mother found out.
"It's too late for an abortion", she said with a shout.

Being just seventeen, I understood she was upset.
I didn't plan on this happening but I had no regret.

I thought she'll change her mind once the baby was born.
I see now I should have took her first reaction as a forewarn.

After a very long, hard labor my precious son entered the world.
The strongest love of all, a blessing...... my mind whirled.

My mother came to see us and uttered words from hell.
The worst being: "Look at the misery you have there now!"....my heart fell.

I was shocked, hurt and angry....my emotions were running wild.
I would protect my son and therefore would not let her touch my child.

I would spend the days and some nights at my boyfriends house, just to stay away.
After weeks of going back and forth my mother-in-law took pity and decided to let me 
stay.

I was gone for three days when my mother called me with another verbal slaughter. 
She stated: "I no longer have a grandson and you are no longer my daughter.

Those words were unexpected, I was so numbed, that all I could whisper was "OK".
A mother is supposed to love unconditionally, how unthinkable that it could turn out 
this way.

For Carol Brown's 'Let Down' contest.


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My Daughter and Son

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | List | |

Rules in the eyes of a toddler

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


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To a Dead Man

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Salt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Ballad | |

If Only

Dark clouds loomed overhead... White flowers lay there on her grave, Raindrops started falling and people scurried, I just stood still and tried to be brave. For the tears they were welling up inside, Like a dam about to give way; My hands were quivering, my lips were dry, The colour from my face was drained. I walked up to the mound of wreaths, A single tear rolled down my cheek. I set myself down on one knee... The dam burst, I began to weep. If only I had told her how much I loved her! If only I hadn’t fought with her every day! I just wanted to tell her I was sorry... I just wanted to make it all okay. She had worked so hard to keep me happy, She used to toil all day When I was hurting she would smile and kiss me, And make the pain go away. When there was no money for me to go to college, She had sold her car and paid the fees; When I failed in my exams and had given up hope, She had helped me get back on my feet. All my life she was the one person Who believed in me when no one else did; I don’t know why I used to fight with her, If only I hadn't screamed and shouted. All these years she faced such hardships, Just to make sure I had everything I wanted, Yet instead of being grateful to my mother, All I had shown her was anger and hatred. Now I knelt on a dark cold rainy day, Struggling to find words to say... If only I could tell her I was sorry If only I could make it all okay.


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

The Melt Down

As ashen storm clouds brew above his head,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe. 
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.

Heated anger joins the howl on winds misled,
a wild child of tantrum's misdirected decree,
his glacial heart disperses rocky scree.
As ashen storm clouds brew above his head.

Mother melts beneath his glare, few tears shed
for him to see, her child she's failed by degree.
Oh, all the signs of madness she'd misread,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe. 

His wrath unleashed, now gone his kinder creed
though she still sees his arms widespread,
perhaps, a mother's love can intercede?
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread.

Unless his anger's dampened it may spread
destroying the bonds of sweet felicity, 
if she can not hold on to love's thread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.

Son can't you see the sun high overhead
upon his cheek a tears falls silently,
with her arms outstretched his mother plead
and on her shoulder he rested sullenly, 
as ashen storm clouds brew.


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For An Abused Child

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * * *

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

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


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


Details | Free verse | |

Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

For Zach on his 25th Birthday

In my mind's eye I still see him
running down the beach,
Little arms flailing as if
flying was in reach,
white-blond hair a mass of curls,
ringlets of spun gold,
in my mind's eye I still see him
as a toddler, two years old.

How he loved the ocean then,
how he truly loved the sea,
leaving tiny little footprints
when he was two, or maybe three.
In my mind's eye I still see him
running by the shore,
in my mind's eye he will always
be three, or maybe four.

In my mind's eye I still see him
as if time had never passed
(though that fantasy is broken
by any looking-glass),
Soon, he will be married on
that beach where he still runs
in my mind's eye young forever
building castles in the sun.

In my mind's eye I still see him,
when I was young and felt alive,
those days slipped by so quickly
and now he's twenty-five.
Time flew by as quickly as he
once flew down the sand,
in my mind's eye he's a baby
in reality, a man.


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Grandma Aesop's Apples - Finale

Grandmother pointed out warning signs on the apples.
Her strong voice resonated as she referenced bruises and marks.
Her wrinkled hands brushed over minute holes and obvious incisions.
She clutched the apples in her weather-worn palms
without uttering a single word.

She carefully lifted each apple to her nostrils
and then began discarding them respectively into the two bushels.
By days end, both bushels were full.
I softly said...
"What shall I do now with my bushel, Grandmother?"
She laughed and kissed me on my cheek whispering...
"We shall bring them back to Grandma's kitchen.
We will then transform these delectable fruits into an exquisite pie.

A pie pleasant to the nostrils.
A pie warm and sweet to your tongue.
A pie brilliant to behold and soothing 
to your little tummy and giant heart.
A pie that will make my grandson feel happy and content inside.
A pie baked with love and truth and honesty".

And I replied..."And what are you going to do with your bushel, Grandma?"
"Well, my dear,
I will OVERTURN my bushel and THROW these apples OUT!" – 
she dramatically replied.
"For they are bad and serve no purpose in my kitchen."

It's been many years later, my dearest one.
And late this evening I have been reviewing our union.
I fetched myself a writing tablet and a pen.
I leafed to a clean page where I then assembled two bushels.
To the left hand side of the page I situated your Advantage bushel.
The right hand side of the page underscored your Disadvantages.

I began to think as Grandmother would.
A keen eye for detail and clarity
whispered her loving observations into my ears
like an invisible windsong.

By midnight,
the blank page was now devoid of it's once white canvas.
I looked at the bushel to the left -
then quietly stared at the bushel to my right.
The bushel to the right was sated
whereas the bushel to the left was sadly barren and almost empty.

I reviewed the two bushels a final time.
I took a deep breath and 
gently placed my pen and tablet atop my writing table.
My dearest one,
although you're not here tonight -
I realized my life 
needs to have the bad apples banished.
I silently apologized to you 
as I picked up the bushel to the right
and without uttering a single word -

I finished my last fork full of apple pie 
and switched off the light.
I shed a solemn teardrop that bore your name
puffed up my pillows
gently overturned the bushel

and contentedly

threw you out.


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Mama Didn't Tell Me... (Anaphora)

Mama you did not tell me….
 I would be faced with days like this.
 Raising teen-age sons whose turning into thieves.

Mama you did not tell me….
 As I am fixing up my house, 
 Things would disappear all through-out the night.

Mama you did not tell me….
   There would be knocking at my door.
   Detectives standing tall and looking for my baby boy.

Mama you did not tell me….
   I would be faced with sleepless nights.
   Tossing and turning and wishing things were right.

Mama you did not tell me…..
  One day that you would be gone.
   I would be faced with life situations and feel so all alone.

Mama you did not tell me…..


       

  Facing the anniversery of my parents death. Packing up and
finding so many things missing. All I could hear is...Mama you didn't 
tell me....


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GOODBYE MAMMA

Although you never knew it,my LOVE was always there;there were many who did tell you,I 
was a son who didn't care.But lifes a funny journey,some parts are good and bad;your 
passing without warning,has truly left me sad.I'll pray to God to give you,all the LOVE you 
hadn't here,lets hope we meet in HEAVEN......so I'll see you MOTHER Dear. ~ Princefreakasso

Your broken hearted son PRINCE!

Mother decided to die without saying goodbye,didn't give me the opportunity;to shed a single 
tear or cry. 

My mother passed away a short while back and I was too late for her funeral.Just got to put 
some flowers and light some candles at her grave.Let's hope the good Lord blesses and 
keeps her until we meet again.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



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



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

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



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

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

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



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

You stood firm, you stood tall.

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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



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

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



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

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

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


I salute you!



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






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10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes

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


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The Candle In The Window

The young lad left his Mother's hearth when he was seventeen.
There was adventure beyond the far horizon, so much to be seen.
Her only son to distant realms and o'er the seas did roam;
Now he wearily trudged along the moonlit country road to home.

From afar he saw a candle in the window casting its mellow glow.
It beckoned him to the humble cottage he had left so long ago.
'Twas Home! Home!, the most beautiful mansion in the world!
He paused and mused as about him precious memories swirled.

He dropped his duffel and leaned upon the sagging fence,
To capture the moment and his random thoughts condense.
There, framed in the window was Mother with hair of snowy white,
Reading her dog-eared Bible by the flickering candlelight.

He recalled her parting words, "God go with you son;
I'll light a candle to guide you home when your bourne is done."
As he gazed upon her so serene, o'er him many emotions swept;
Recalling her tender love, his shoulders shook as he quietly wept.

He swept his frail Mother in his arms as he reached the door,
Saying, "Your wayward son is home, Mom, a-roaming never more!"
All roads lead somewhere, but the happiest road of all,
Is that which leads to home, be it mansion great or cottage small.

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired 
(© All Rights Reserved)

Placed No. 8 in Linda-Marie's "Razzle Dazzle" Contest - April 2011


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In the wee small hours of the past and present

stone by stone flagstones
form an unsmooth shiny garden path
between the sidewalk and home
I walked that path never alone

a tottering toddler tumbles and climbs
not for the first time these challenging stairs
warmly welcomed by his great granny
love is in the air more than plenty 

I'm watching my mother and  my son
again another warm long heart-to-heart hug
I inhale their intimate closeness
I sense their eternal bonding osmosis 

bridging the temporal and the eternal 
while kneeling at the small gray tombstone 
hearts and souls are touched by flourishing rose petals 
again the intimate eternal bond nestles

while sharing memories she's so near by
we both can hear her bright burst of laughter
a quarter of a century later
an eternal triad could not be greater

©Elly Wouterse

Written in memory of my beloved mother  and grandmother for our eldest son,  one day before his 27th birthday. 


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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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Some people

Not having Power of Attorney, has now kept sleep from me for days Because of my moms so called friend, and all her evil ways She put my mom into an elderly facility without even my consent Moved out of my moms house that she rented, for a measly $300. rent She said my mom gave her the house, while she revised her will one day When I asked my mom this three different times, she always said "no way" Being a friend of my moms for so many years, I didn't think I needed to worry "We're taking good care of her don't worry," was always the same old story Don't worry we're taking good care of her, and everything is going just fine Little did I know she was thinking, "Ha-ha one day this will all be mine" Now she is talking about a restraining order, to keep me from seeing my mom As she destroys my moms life savings, like a ticking little time bomb My mom was staying at her daughters, that's supposed to be some kind of nurse But as the months slowly passed, I noticed her memory was getting worse Her daughter took our wedding picture, off the wall in my mothers room So she wouldn't be able to see me, and that only brought her gloom We then had another made, with a heart that said "To the worlds greatest mom" Again that picture was hidden from her, which made my mother begin to sob When she would cry and say, "Where's my son" that was all just part of there plan Making others think I never came to see her, now that was way out of hand Every time I called, after two rings I would always get the answering machine So a message of love to my mother, is what I would always leave But my calls were never returned, and I could never understand why? They probably told her I never called, just to make her always cry How could someone do that? I guess it's all because of greed? I guess their heartless, loveless souls, just do it because it's a need
Dan Kearley:3-22-12


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Oh My Son

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

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

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong

Contest-Loneliness 
Sponsored by Frank Herrera


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No Job Can't Pay the Bills TRY JESUS


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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FORTY RUSTY PENNIES

I found forty rusty pennies in a black leather slipper
while my itchy nose sneezed more than three times;
why were they hidden from thrifty mother?
Weren't they less valued than silver dimes?


While my itchy nose sneezed more than three times,
mom woke up to scold me for my loud laughter;
she was mad and wanted to hear anything but lies
and frantically screaming, she pulled my curly hair. 


Mom woke to scold me for my loud laughter,
I tripped on the slipper, falling flat as a bear, 
and frantically screaming, she pulled my curly hair;
with an angered face, I retrieved to my dark lair.


She was mad and wanted to hear anything but lies,
mom woke up to scold me for my loud laughter;
with an angered face, I retrieved to my dark lair...
I found forty rusty pennies in a black leather slipper.


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Romancing Distant Moments

Romancing Distant Moments



I am romancing with distant moments
Distance, I keep trying to connect by dreaming
In a time difference, so hard to get a full time so meant
For my child and wife, I longed for reaching

God is so kind bestowing us a child
As we never thought we could have at least one
The passing of time charmed and leave us beguiled
But in prayers, answered us by granting us a son

We gave him a Christian name Pio Noel
Derived from the name of Saint Padre Pio of Pietrelcina
And Noel from my name, a kind idea of my wife Cecille
A name he will carry as his insignia

I listened to their voice over the cell phone
Or watched their videos, I took during my last vacation
Still longing for more moments of them to be shown
To alter depression with deep sign of elation

Through messages, I cherish the distant moments
As my wife will relay to me my child’s notable deeds
As I record every details on my diary as my attunement
Of his daily childish act finely registered on my head

For a picture of table, Pio tells ‘it is table’
For a picture of chair, Pio tells ‘it is sit’
My wife will not dare to show him that it is laughable
But gave him a nice lecture to improve his wit

Whenever he sees his grandfather with fellow friends
He will run to them and kiss their hands as a sign of respect
An instance, my wife eagerly drew a rabbit using a crayon pen
And hardly could be identified as rabbit, but Pio proudly said ‘rabbit’ in all aspect
(My wife kissed him and said ‘Pio you are very clever because even though my drawing is 
hardly could be noticed as rabbit but still you interpreted it very well’)
 
At the age of 1 year and 6 months, Pio knows how to save money
Upon seeing coins inside my wife’s bag, he got this in his hand
And pointed into small piggy bank and dropped in the coins so eagerly
Dirty clothes out of the basket, he willingly put this back without a command

Every time my wife’s cell phone will beep or ring
Pio immediately bring this to my wife and tell her that father text
Pio is fond of watching television and get a chance to lip-sync
He enjoyed for someone blowing on his tummy and find his mother to play suplex

Upon entering our room, Pio will point to our family picture
And loudly will recite ‘this is Pio, mother and father’
Every distant moments of them, I need to capture
While away, I am romancing distant moments sweeter but farther



Previously posted in voicesnet.com poetry site
Written last October 28, 2009
By: Noel N. Villarosa


Details | Qasida | |

Samia Happy Mothers Day

Samia “Happy Mother’s Day”

Mother an angel that I’ve met
Recalling the words that always wept
For as tender as they were
Loved to hear them as you say

Mother you kicked my fear away
Calling on all angels to pray
That your son will be in safe
And his health will ever prevail

Mother you praised me when I failed
You encouraged me when I veiled away
You hailed me in every act I play
You laughed to any joke I say

Mother you held me when I was in pain
You wept that my tears will fade away
You told me that one day I will gain
You stood by me when everyone ran away

Mother you chose to move on and part away
To the new world that is far away
Leaving a child to grow in darken
A man today still searching in vain

Mother I’m writing for you again 
Even twenty years can’t keep us away
Even the haven you chose as a stay 
My words would reach you as a pray

Mother I wrote you to say 
No matter how far you chose as a stay 
Your son here on earth would love to say
Happy mother’s Day “My Angel”





Details | ABC | |

you dont listen

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

by : Sheena Shenia Jackson 
May 23, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

A New Beginning

Here’s to new beginnings,
And what this year will bring;
A fun filled year of passion,
And our baby in the spring;

A new life in our arms,
Our prospects look so bright;
Just thinking of our future,
Fills me with delight;

I can not wait to hold him,
And watch the wonder in his eyes;
As each an every second,
Fills him with surprise;

He is the new beginning,
To the life that we’ve begun;
And a happy home in which,
We welcome our new son.


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Family

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Acrostic | |

Losing Him

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

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

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

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

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

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


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What I Look For In A Home


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


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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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America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

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


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Maybe the Guff was empty, cancer full moon eclipse

Maybe the guff was empty—Cancer full moon eclipse

Left field call on the black wall phone
faint cry from the distant end
spoke with throat lump of capital
disaster and a troddened womans most
everydom—lost before found—somehow Jan
knew and put forth a celestial no comment with 
I-hope-I-am-wrong-love gesture for the
love torn bull awaiting a cancerfold friend
offspring no spring-perhaps next spring. Anna
soild Anna so poised of classic stock sometimes
never bending to an antiflexible Taurus mood
was caught in a never place,  why of questions-
depleted character strikes. Will the blood
hordes rally for the fallen “fetalrade” and
heal the internal emohurt temperature 
inferno of unknown bliss. Does it ever come
at the right instant? Like where’s a cop when
you really need one—maybe 7-11 therapy would 
bring solice and peace. Forgive the forgiver
and pass your sense into another ability
Keep your mind and your soul for the little 
lost egg. I don’t know know or could never compromise 
no more of a complex juxtaposition of life
and death than that of biobeings so
closely connected that share the same
existance, one within-one yet
percent infinity bonded in a tidewater
liquid symbiosis that no manbeing in time
past or future will hope to match let alone
entertain. Be that as it may, you’ve felt the
sting of life and the creation of flesh for a brief
moment of time in time   and time is that holder of all
events we hope to achieve—your time in both
will come to be—you will share
and create from within, and not waiver
about the fallbacks we run down for
no explanations from anyone will suffice
or reason to make a whole sense of such
a fathomless inconsistency. I felt your
loss deep in my knees and thoughts flew
to your little soul upstairs. There are words
and there are no words—my deepest senses
to you and Dana—I know it will happen for you
as all things come to pass for those deserving                          dave collins


Details | Light Poetry | |

Missing You

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Keep My Son Safe Tonight

Gripping, searing , yearning,
a mother for her son,
vacillating, pride and heartache,
head wars that can’t be won,
precariously, dangling, 
by her fingertips
somewhere between hope and despair
trying hard to get a grip!
Crying, seeking, praying
a mother to her Lord,
begs His tender mercies
as promised in His word,
“Gentle Lord, bathe my son
in the comfort of your light.
Hold him near, calm his fear,
keep him safe tonight.
Do not let him dash his toe upon a single rock.
Let him always feel your nearness,
together with him walk.
Give him daily sustenance,
 in your word bid him sup’,
hold him when he’s weary, 
should he fall, Lord, lift him up!
Assure him when he’s lonely, 
that where he goes you go
Remind him that we love him more
 than he could ever know.
Until this nightmare’s over, Lord,
and his tour of duty’s done,
until the desert lays behind him,
and he’s resting safe at home,
command your angels to surround him,
his protective hedge of light
ever vigilant, ne’er tiring 
keep my son safe tonight!


Details | Senryu | |

' Golden Harvest ... ' 40th Senryu

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


Details | Lyric | |

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

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



                                               Jay


Details | Rhyme | |

As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


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


Details | Terzanelle | |

A Mother's Love

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Always time for my Son

You lay down your head so gently
And drift away to dream
You are like an Angel
laying next to me
Though at times its difficult
lifes trials are hard to bare
I know your there beside me 
With unconditional love to share
A child need not worry
I do enough all on my own
As long as your beside me 
I know I'm not alone
You are my inspiration to make it day to day
All though I'm always busy
I will try to find away
In a book we color, or find something we can do
All though I'm always busy
Theres always time for you!


Details | Nonet | |

Ties Not Broken

I see love between mother and 
son.
Love that can never be undone.
Ties not broken with life gone.
Earth, Heaven together.
Feel the life, dream the death.
They both shine as one.
Son surrounds the
Living mom.
Love lives
On.

©Holly P. Moore
   April 2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning Sweet Angel

Good morning, sweet angel.
I hope your dreams were sweet.
We have a busy day today,
Lots of new friends to meet.
Good morning, sweet angel.
Open those pretty eyes.
Your smile is as sweet
As ten million apple pies.
Good morning, sweet angel.
The birds are startting to cheep.
It's time to wake up now,
And stop counting sheep.


Details | Prose | |

Mom's Most Incredible Day Ever

Have you ever had a day that you wanted to relive over and over again? A day when the craziness of the world was far behind you? I had a day like that one day. It was the best of memories too. My son and I each got our rakes out. I had my mom-sized rake and my son had his Little Tikes rake. We headed off to the front yard and began to make the most enormous pile of leaves. It was like the most beautiful treasure! Golden, burnt orange, red, and bright yellow leaves from our next door neighbor’s tree. It was the most majestic Maple tree. It showered us with leaves and we poured out of love for each other beneath it. After all our hard work we took about twenty steps away from our newly erected mountain of color. We looked at each other with the most exciting grins. We giggled and yelled “Cowabunga!” We dashed right towards the middle of our treasure chest of leaves and began to laugh so intently as they were caught up in our hair. I just sat there in the leaf pile observing my son. He was the most precious thing in my life. It brings me tears of joy to remember this day. He eventually dashed off towards the house to make himself a cup of hot cocoa. I remained in the middle of the leaf pile just giving thanks to my God for the most incredible day ever!
Gwendolen Rix
10-11-14


Details | Free verse | |

Three days Saved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Quatrain | |

The Birth Of A Girl The Birth Of A Boy

In a forest a girl was born   
A girl born oh so poor
This girl then caused this world now torn
Her birth opens a sore

But we do not now this girl mourn
She was left some money
A thrifty woman not to scorn
Then a taste of honey

She met a man she was forlorn
Bore a son Alois
Unwed and aging, no ring worn
No ring, so still a Miss.

Her bastard son none could be warned
When his mother did wed
He gave a name the world did scorn
A name that all wished dead

If his mother knew what was born
Hitler the name we know
I wonder would she have  been torn?
To give him birth, or no.

© 09/01/2013 ~GG~

Contest Entry.


Details | Epic | |

Statutory Rape 101

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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

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

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

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

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

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

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

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

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Rhyme | |

Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


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


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.


Details | Ballad | |

I Miss You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


By Raina Hutchins




Details | 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 | |

My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat


Details | Free verse | |

Child of Mine

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

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

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

I love you child of mine


Details | Sonnet | |

Driving Lessons

Mother and son, a moment in time,
One wants to live, the other to drive.
First of firsts, young son at her wheel,
Both on a journey, spanning their lives.

Indian summer, bluebonnet skies,
Escaping together into painted fields.
One from the cage with its rigid design,
And one from the sadness that family yields.

Exhilaration, he drives through his fears,
Faster and faster, wheels hum and glide.
Silent emotion, she tempers her tears,
Out on the highway they sit side by side.

All those years later, with memory pure,
His son sits beside him, steady and sure.


Details | Free verse | |

A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


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


 

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


Details | Imagism | |

Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.


The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Pray You're in Heaven

I never really told you how much I love you In fact, I waited way too long Time was an enemy; you were up there in years And naturally, you had to move on When I was a child, I thought you a monster I often times wished you away When voices got loud and that darkness set in In that moment, I’d cry and I’d pray I prayed you to Hell; didn’t know better Hoped God was listening that day But, I had grown up and witnessed your change Which prompted me too late to say I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know this as true Hell is the place Where I would remain If angels had you under wing I’d suffer the fires Being happy there, too To know that God let you in I’m sorry I waited and now with regrets I hope you can hear me this day May you be looking and down from the clouds From up there in Heaven, I pray Your sin was your struggle, the bottle had won And I, I just couldn’t see That despite all the yelling and fear that I had You were still the best mother to me I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know I love you


Details | Quatrain | |

Redeye Gravy

Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country ham, pour  coffee bam

Never knew why it was called redeye
Then my grandson informed me just why
Men who had been out late had bleareye
Who looked like they had been drip-dry

I always thought that it was because
It had dark red color from drippings
In my home it  got an applause
I thought that it was God's blessings

I learned my husband doesn't like it
My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy
When I make it only make a bit
Always redeye gravy left heavy

Today decided to place on grits
Feed to the cats see if they like it
Now cat is running around won't sit
I guess that caffeine gave them lift


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

MOM I'm Pregnant

What shall I say to her?

What if she knows?

Can she tell that I carry another soul?

As I wonder what would I tell mom...

All these thoughts paced through my head,

I should have NEVER laid in his bed...

Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...

He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...

I was weak a young victim a surely misled...




 When I confessed to my mother,

That I had slept with my lover,

And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...

Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...

Days turned into months,

My belly stuck out further in front...




 Finally we spoke today,

She said "When is he due?"

I replied "This May the 8th."

She said "She loves me!"

That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"


For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...


My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...


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Una Visita con Mama -- A Visit With Mama

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


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A Mother's Hair


long hair falls
loose down my back
flaxen strands
twirled by small hands
cherished time
maternal arms
embrace the feeling of love

hair fans out
all around us
the crown of
a mother first
my golden
locks of soft silk
loose for his small hands to twirl

Contest: The Crown of My Body ---- A Whitney
Date: June 14, 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Rhyme | |

Growing Up

Growing a little more every day the clothes worn in summer not fitting today Growing each day by leaps and bounds independent at play new discoveries found Growing and changing, days going by baby curls are long gone and your distinct infant cry Growth spurts are often and seem overnight no more crib rails or diapers baby gear out of sight Breaking away with each push and pull stroller rides and tummy time replaced with play dates and school Kisses are stolen and hugs sometimes, too growing up harder for me than you To dream of a boy grown into a man full of faith, love and happiness and following God's plan as you grow, my love will grow with you, too a mommy's love, infinite, unconditional and true By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Early Mother's Day contest (PD) Second Place


Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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!


Details | Free verse | |

To Mother-Nature

I seek immortality in two days’ life, Preserve me mother-nature,in your greenary. I seek no mutability My destination is not grave, Save me mother-nature, in your lap. I seek peace in your surreal beauty, Permit me mother-nature,to play with your colours. I seek longevity like that old mountains, Entwine me mother-nature,in your essence. I seek no disappearance like that morning dew, Let me flow mother- nature,with that river. I seek joys In your broader chest, Hug me mother-nature,with your strong boughs.
[to my mother and also to beautiful nature ]


Details | Acrostic | |

Traits of a Mother

M. Mature
O. Obsessive
T. Truthful
H. Helpful
E. Earnest
R. Respectful
S. Self sufficient 

L. Loveable 
O. Outstanding
V. Virtuous 
E. Efficient

I. Irreplaceable 
S. Spontaneous

N. Nurturing
E. Economical
V. Virtuoso
E. Eager 
R. Reliable 

E. Entertaining 
N. Nice
D. Dedicated
I.  Industrious 
N. Not appreciated enough
G. Good Nature


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Son, I know you by heart


My memory fades like an early morning fog
But you my son I know by heart
The impossible miles you alone have trod
An uphill climb from first breaths start

Fluid filled those vacant places 
Where only your brain should have claimed
Of a viable life the prediction was traces
For a life that would be horribly lame

Those Doctors didn't conceive you
You were mine from beginning to end
I said "he's my son not a knot to undo
When termination was suggested and penned

I loved you then and I know you now
Every obstacle you've overcome
A 3.7 GPA you've made it to manhood somehow
I knew to that prognosis you would never succumb 

Of every therapy under the sun
You would never quit or complain
Though your struggles were bitter and stung
You took pride in the promise of your name

Josiah - Healed by God - 
A humble man in the kingdom of men
Now I see you promised to a beauty
The wife I hoped for you then

Soon your quest to be a teacher
When you've earned your final degrees
In the eyes of our future you'll be a leader
The proof of what belief can achieve

Your spirit is tenderness
Your ways are sweet
You abound in being real and generous
And acquire the love of all that you meet

My son with eyes filled of turquoise and brown
Know this... if my memory entirely in time depart
My pride in you will forbear my lips to frown
For my son, I know you by heart! 













Details | Senryu | |

Senyru

, one, two, three eleven, her son counts
,


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Son

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


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Pain

Pain is a terrible thing,
a bad emotion.
It makes you insane,
sometimes uncontrollable.
Pain is from brothers,
whose mother caters,
their every whim.
Pain is from fathers,
who do not trust,
their teenaged daughters.
Pain is from mothers,
who set too high standards,
who discourage you in everything,
that you try to do.
They don't believe you,
they don't trust you,
in anything that you do.
It is a shame,
the relationships between,
mothers and daughters,
dwindle away,
never seeming to be getting better.
No matter how much the daughter tries,
the mother looks for faults in everything.
It is really a shame,
because relationships,
between father and daughter,
are more prominent,
In these modern days.
             xxx


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Grandson (Lane)

Your mother requested of me today
a poem, to be written for you.
One to be read in days gone by
with my love expressed anew.

Though poems be written day in and out
with love as a sweet refrain.
There is no poem with room enough,
my love for you, to contain.

A greater gift than words of verse
I have to bequeath with love.
Abraham’s blessings from me to you
poured out by our Father above.

On bended knee your day of birth
before the throne of grace.
My grandson I laid on the alter of God
for Christ to protect in my place.

A friend He will be in darkened days
and close by your side will prevail.
Devotion to you was one day placed
into His hands with nails.

My love, dear grandson, is free of charge
but one prayer I ask from you.
Please walk the streets of gold with me
your mother will be there too.


Details | Ballad | |

Handcuffed

I see your empty bed right down the hall 
The telephone lays on the floor 
Graffitti on the wall 
The stereo is quiet and the TV is turned off 
The silence of your spirit here 
Has drawn me here once more 
I'm paralyzed just staring at 
This ghost of memories. My tears are so 
insistent, they keep pouring out of me 
I pull myself together and wipe my eyes once 
more. Pick up another blunt 
Next to your shirt still on the floor 
I throw it in the trash can overflowing up the wall 
Those little things that bothered me 
Now taken by the law 
They sentenced you to just one year 
Of structure in your life 
The kind of love I failed to give 
And now you pay the price.


Details | Free verse | |

Tear in My Heart

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


Details | Free verse | |

Heart to Heart

Mother, I feel the weight the spinning world. I feel each parental nudge, as a rock, in the cairn of my life, the weight coats my fragile fleeing thoughts, dulling. The spinning child teeters to adult whirlwind, still, sloughing stale nudges. Worlds appear and disappear within the turmoil of my roiling mind feel each parental nudge declined, as a rock standing firm against a gale of fright in the cairn** of my life, I will reign. Son, I know I ask too much, am too much, give too much, hold me. I know, you know, I too spin, and teeter in the winter of my years. I ask only that you see my love, in the absences, as we grow. Too much of mewling mother has melded with you, I weep. Am too much, and in being so, feel never enough. Give too much of my own fear, though unintended, it bleeds. Hold me close as my time is ending, and the rocks of my reign fall.
* This is my original form called Et Cetera a subcategory of Free Verse **cairn is a pile of rocks made to blaze a trail


Details | Lyric | |

Not Too Late

There's a ghost hiding in the past
there's a boy wishing it has last
all these secrets stop the seting sun
all the love has grown, but never said
and he wishes he could've told her what she meant
he wishes he could've said how he felt

But it's not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings

There's an angel looking down
There's a boy without a frown
all this hope brings the rising sun
all thsi love we wish we had sent
he can feel she's in his heart
and will enver let him fall apart

"cause its not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings

He remembers 
talking o nteh couch feeling safe
he remembers writing a poem and her saying its great
he remembers
how he cried wehn she didn't open her eyes
he remembers
fearing things he can't describe


"cause its not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings


Details | Rispetto | |

Sweet Dreams


My beautiful boy gently sleeps through the night dreaming of far off places I'll never see. Under a hand-knitted blanket soft and white, I quietly watch him breathing peacefully. Sweet lullabies tenderly drift through the air as I kiss his cheek and lightly stroke his hair. My beautiful boy sleeps in the nightlight glow while I dream of a man with a smile I know. My beautiful son with a kind, gentle soul dreaming of adventures to one day unfold. You mended my heart where there once was a hole. I'll shelter you always, you'll never be cold. Sleep my baby sleep while the stars gaze on you as you slumber on train sheets in pale, sky blue. My beautiful son says goodnight to the moon while I dream of a man who has grown too soon. *My little darling, Dylan, is "graduating" from preschool next month. He has taken his cap and gown picture, and seeing the pictures, I can't help but think how he is growing up too soon. I cherish every sweet moment. He is a beautiful child. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Children in Rhyme Contest (Francine Roberts) sixth place


Details | Quatrain | |

The best investment I ever made

My son upon this Christmas Eve 
I reminisce of midnight hours
Your fingers dancing over tenuous keys
And the emotions your talent empowers

I couldn't comprehend how you taught yourself to play 
Or just how this symphony of one became 
The songs you have inside of you like heaven on display
I revel in your poignant craft uniquely unprofaned

It's true that your propensity 
Can lean toward darkened depth
A common vein for artists 
To be moody and depressed

For your pain releases beauty 
by your gift it's voice relates
You know your in the masters company 
of Mozart, Bach, and Hemingway

So when your struggles weigh 
As the sea laden oceans sand
Take your seat and breathe
Stretch out your feral hands

Creating an instrumental euphoria 
For the lonely and the damned
Open the gate to moods your feigning
Though others will misunderstand 

Christmas Eve and it's memories
This flashback came my way
Of your very first piano 
The best investment I ever made

But one day when I'm aged and old
It will be you who cares for me
Play for me then on that Christmas Eve 
With your love in every stroke 








Details | Couplet | |

Birds and bees

21st February 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(Couplet)
Hey mum and dad please do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When by your little one asked “where do babies come from?”

Narrated over and over this metaphorical tale,
Many scoff to tell, be it female or adult male.

Birds are like men and fly as they please,
Bees are like women, dedicated to their queen, to her whims appease.

Bees sit on and pollinate the flowers,
By, buzzing around many and over few hovers. 

The birds spread the “seed”,
These to the “gen next” they lead.

This is about birds and bees  a short verse,
On a topic, proscribed and taboo which parents surely must never be averse


Details | Rhyme | |

If I Lost You

If I Lost You



Days would become nights losing their sunshine
The blue heaven above me would change into grey vapor in the sky
All the flowers would wilt, bowing their presence at their end of time
All the birds would surrender their wings, too weak and fragile to fly 
If I Lost You

For I wouldn’t be able to see the light of day if the sun shined through
I wouldn’t be able to see you in heaven because of the darkness of losing you
I wouldn’t be able to pick a flower in time while it’s still in full bloom 
I wouldn’t be able to inspire the birds to continue to fly within skies of blue
If I Lost You

I wouldn’t be able to embrace love if it came for me again in my reach
I wouldn’t be able to connect to another soul the way you connected with me
I wouldn’t be able to ignite the sparkle you once reflected beautifully in my eyes
I wouldn’t be able to breath again if you one day decided to end your life
If I Lost You

The distances between us have been hard and long
Some days it’s so much harder to remain graceful and strong
Yet, I hold on to the memories we shared some time ago
To keep you near me, so closely connected within my soul

Because if I lost you, my heart would stop beating before its time
The memories would no longer have their place to play and rewind
All my warm tears that once fell would chill into puddles on a cold ground
Fading away your beautiful trace in world where you were once found
If I Lost You….


This is a dedication to my son Steven. He recently threatened to commit suicide in jail a few days ago. I had to contact the superintendent's office to have mental health evaluate him. It's been hard and I apologize for not being on the soup lately. Love you all.  
Angel





Details | Rhyme | |

beware there in

Dad heard a scream from up stairs,
He ran to his son’s rescue and found him in tears.
“What’s the matter son?” Dad gently said,
There’s, there’s a monster in the bathroom and I’m really scared.

“It’s lumpy and hairy with a warts on it legs,”
“And on it’s chest it has what looks like two scrambled eggs”
“It’s belly hangs all the way down to it’s knees
“Daddy, daddy, protect me please!” 

“It knows my name, it, it said it through a toothless grin,”
“It’s face is vomit green.”
“Enough,” said Dad smiling, “There’s no such thing.”
A rumbling noise came from the bathroom.
Go see Dad but come back soon.

Dad stood by the bathroom door for a while be fore he went in
And when he opened it his terrified son heard dad scream.
The monster had a huge wart on it’s bum
That's when dad recognized it and said “ Son needs therapy now How could you mum”

*For Lisa who gave me the title. I hope it is good for you as it was for me :-)*


Details | Free verse | |

Serpent of Corruption

Worthy of love, unbreakable togetherness, and lasting compassion would have been instilled
strongly in the vessel of thirsting heart and unstable mind of a child.

But, why soup of hatred, a platter of pale love and a bowl of spoiled unloving thoughts
are laid in the niche of the child’s sprouting character?

Family ties were untied by a father who neglected his pure actions and encouraging words
and translated into unspoken greediness and unnoticed carelessness of expressed thoughts
that form the growing character of his son.

The family bonding is disbanded by a mother who works in the scope of her comfort where
eyes and mouth are only the weapons of her love and care for her curious daughter and for
her wandering son.

A father who offers a well of gold and silver, a mother who clothes sparkling dress of
worldly wealth to her offspring!

Their children have worn ever the brightest smile but not for a while,
The pleasures of their tongue were satisfied but not their hearts.

Corruption begins at home.
It creeps to the nerves of the heart of your son.
It envelops the innocent soul of your daughter.

For every dishonest  word that is pronounced by the indifferent father,
For every unchecked actions that mother has imposed,
Are a sure lifetime shaper to the values and character of the children.

Family brings serpents of corruption in every corner of the home.
It blows very hard like a destructive wind of the storm.
It is like a starving lion that preys on the flesh of good virtues and leaves nothing but
dead soul!

Father, Mother, May I appeal to your deepest conscience and understanding!
May you be vigilant and be watchful of your actions and your ways of life!
Your most beloved children are at stake in the breaking and making of their character!


Details | I do not know? | |

letter to my unborn child

This is a letter to my unborn child . .
My Pride & joy, the love of my life, my reason to live.. we shall meet, & when we meet, there will be no wall, no river, no obstacle to come between us.. Your smile? One a man would kill for.. Your Voice? Music to my ears.. Your Presence ? My Blessing.. Youll never know what it feels like to be betrayed by your own father.. & even if you do grow up in a single-parent home you'll never want nor need for anything.. We'll talk & laugh like bestfriends, hangout like siblings, respect eachother like co-workers, & I know there'll be times when we disagree & argue like worst enemies.. but through the sunshine, as well as the rain, mom will be there though trials, tribulations, & pain.. You'll know me like the back of your hand, & i'll know you like the palm of mine.. you'll be book smart and street smart & if i can help it, you'll use the book smarts to better yourself in life,& the streets smarts to overcome the battles you encounter on your journey through life.. that "C Word" . . NOT Carpa Tunnel.. No, Not Cancer.. but "Can't" will NOT be in your vocabulary.. & "I Give Up" is an error in your mind.. I'll teach you everything I know plus some.. You'll be the kid on the block who falls in love with daddy.. therefore, your favorite words will be "I'm Gonna marry daddy when I'm old enough", only til you're disappointed with the reality that its impossible.. You'll hug mommy everytime she's in sight.. you'll be the change this world seeks.. a new spitting   image of me(: , but until you arrive; baby boy, or baby girl.. i'm gonna keep this dream alive.. I'll live for you & for me.. cause when you step foot on this earth, this is how you should be.. to my pride & joy, the love of my life, & my reason to live<3


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


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

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

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

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

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

 

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


Details | Free verse | |

Our Eyes

Our eyes   (written in the style of spoken word)

My child hood is slipping away from me 
my memories fading in light of new.
Parts of me still lost in loam
searching for your face in fading grey.
     All I have left of you is me.

All I have left of your words
are imprinted in my soul 
so that when despair at our seperation
becomes to great
I can hold, caress, and run them through my mind
like the silk of the blanket you wrapped me in
and put around my shoulders 
to look in the water
and find your eyes
and see you
in mine


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I Signed My Rights Over

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

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

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

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

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

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




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


Details | Verse | |

Herioin

He wraps it around her arm
In need for some repairs
Tighter and tighter
She likes it , like this
Old woman ,a little sick
Needing her medication

Mummy
Mummy
(yells the little boy)

Silence, child
Mummy is broken down
(in her silent voice)

Give me some ice
Stand by my side
And open your eyes
(in a roar)

Walk by my side
Cure my poison
(in her yowl voice)

As , she descends from this world
Drops to the floor
(bang , boom)
(bang , boom)

Poor little soul
Little boy so scared
Heart so sorrowful
As , he speaks

Mummy , mummy
Wake , wake
Mummy , mummy
Wake
Wake-up
Give me back my ice
Give me back my happy dust


No more
Tighter and tighter 
Mummy
Mummy
Why like this
Without a chance to reminisce
Reminisce my thoughts threw your sickness

Mummy come and listen,  to my screams
For this ice has me, so confuse on life
Confuse about you
This sickness, I see in your eyes everyday
As, I watch you fall on our kitchen floor
Mummy wake
Wake mummy, wake
For I love you , I do


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real story

Once upon a time there was a son and his mum
He wanted to marry and mother agreed in a glum
But asked her sunny to show her a photo 
Of  that heart fighter from Rome or Kyoto
The son brought three photos 
Three creature of God
Three pearls from ocean,
Three petals from roses. 
And told that one is whom he dreams
 Whole nights losing sleep
Described his feelings so pure and deep
Look here my dear, look here my maa
 One is too close to my heart and others so far.
I wonder could you find
Which of them is my sweet heart
Do Mums know sons test
As somewhere I heard.
Mum looked at photo
For several minutes
And said: “she is!”
The sun was so shocked –
“How clever mum is?!”
“How did you guess about it
They all bonny and fair
If ones eyes are like diamonds
Second is milky white
Third is waved hair”.
How you could find my lover
From the only attempt
So easy and clear 
As in her brow was a stamp?
Did you like her eyelids what makes me mad?
Or liked her chicks as liked you dad?
“NO” said a mother with disgruntled face:
“When I look at this girl I am nervous”
 




 



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Happy Birthday, Baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


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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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The Sea Waves

All waves rise from the sea,
Sons of the mother sea,
Running hard, for her to see,
Pouring heart, for her to see.

Along with kins they see,
Mother, the beauty sea,
Beats for their mother, the sea,
To fathom the beauty sea.

Sons rise and fall to see,
Then tilt and turn to see,
Their mother, the lovely sea,
Their mother, the pretty sea.
©Anees Rahman


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DEAR MOTHER

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

© 2007


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Upon this Christmas Day

He sleeps there in a stable
The babe born to the world
Both mother, father watch with care

Though swaddled in a cloth
He is born, yet, to be king
With but just rags for Him to wear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

For within the early morning
Angels brought the sky a voice
Calling forth those who wish to hear

Along then, came all others
Knowing truth within their hearts
That all now have nothing to fear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

Go forth and tell all others
Who had no chance to hear
The news of hope and of the joy

Let them know the Gift of God
That comes to save us all
His son sent as this little boy

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day


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Looking Back

Dedicated to my children who have kept my dreams alive.

LOOKING BACK We can’t go back To the days of yesteryear To capture those lost feelings With those whom we loved so dear I am just looking back to see Where all of my dreams first start You know those deep seeded dreams Buried way down deep in your heart I’m not trying to revive a lost love That I once had forty years ago Or even trying to replace the twenty years Of not seeing my grandchildren grow There were times of much struggle Filled with pain, fear and torture It was the love I had for my children That developed my strength to endure My children only remember the 2nd set Of twenty years that have come and gone When they were all moving out on their own And when all of the grandchildren came along It’s like I was locked in a rock Throughout those 20 to 40 years Not able to see my grandchildren Filled my heart with so many tears The bitterness you feel towards me Is understandable and really okay My children, you all have the right To your feelings and to feel that way I have finally made the escape Since that rock has split wide open I want you all to know who I really am I haven’t changed at all, only my situation The gift of feelings we have in our heart Whether right or wrong, just happen It matters not what others may think We should let out our own self expression No feelings are really ever wrong In another’s view or even our own Our thoughts trigger our feelings inside The feelings we have are ours alone Looking back strengthens my heart Reminding me I want to pass along To all of you, just who I really am Before my time on earth is gone One day I hope you will realize With you I have always been Filling you up with that extra love You may have noticed you’ve been given You have all filled up Such a big part Of all the dreams Living in my heart My best friend Grace, reminded me That our feelings are meant to be and to last God wouldn’t put the dreams in our heart If He didn’t plan to bring the dreams to pass My dreams haven’t changed I am not letting them go They are for new adventures With new beginnings of tomorrow Now that I’m looking back I’m so glad to have survived I know now, my love for all of you Has always kept my dreams alive Florence McMillian (Flo)


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I want to come home

When can I come home my baby ask me
When mom can I be free
Your mistakes have got you here
Just hold on for a few weeks dear
I know it hard to be away
But you will come home someday
When mommy I want to come back with you
I know son I want you to come with me too
But it is not up to me it is up to you
You have to stay here till your treatment is threw
I will be with you all the way I will write and visit as often as i can
You have to be strong be mommy's little man
God will watch out for you when I can not
But even if I am not there your not forgot
So just hold on son it will be alright
You will be home soon so I can hug you thight


 For my son who is away at a boot camp for boys right now because of his actions at school 
he is bipolar and has add sometimes it is hard to watch what our children have to go threw 
and know there is nothing you can do to help except for pray. and hope that time and love 
will help. thanks to all my friends on the soup for giving me a place to vent my feelings some 
it means alot to write and know it is heard. Thanks to all Nita


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Forever Your Man

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


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Once Had is Not a Property

ONCE HAD IS NOT A PROPERTY

Few are looking for what many got that I had
Much effort is a necessity as success is a work hard
Some few are looking for a shortcut; heard failure is a bad
Some rather than stress themselves beyond limit they hope on dad
First class became a requisite to get on the bench of elites; we read so mad
Struggling to make the best of results to get on that bench; 4.5 up is not hard
Two years on of great tidings; and our levels was busy beefing up to the points
 On that very long awaited day of reckoning; we listened for the benchmark points
To our dismay; our cumulative grade points accumulations was no longer on point
It became so obvious to all that we had it before is no longer a property on point.

All men are born equal but not a guarantee to be the same
She chose son over father; the shrink said mother is insane
Now the confession; you are the son of your brother that is my son
What a calamity! If am the son of my brother, my father is whose son?
Sometimes lie can be better than the very truth that will stare at us
Let someone break the mirror for the truth it carries mockingly hurt us
This family once had a moment they thought will sustain them forever
Now in chaos and family havoc; incest with a curse they hope won’t last forever
As of the beginning from the family diary there was peace and understanding
Walls closed in now; they had it before is no longer a property of understanding.

Looked everywhere; even the very intellectual four walls of the dictionary
For the meaning of what happened that wasn’t fore-told by the visionary
Father wrote his last will and gave it to our family lawyer the other week
This week; he is dead and my name was nowhere to be found even in one sheet
This amazes everyone; mother couldn’t believe it for there was only one me
Let there be heaven for next time; I rather go to hell now than let this injustice be
As the son and the only child of his father I could only give the best I could give
The very sand in our house will testify if none would that it was exactly what I did
Didn’t get a judgement in court; the judge said it is my right but now was my right
Unfortunate; I was supposed to have it all is not at all a property that is my right.

				
			Lordvip...


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Valentine's Day

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



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


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TEN

OH MY GOD HE IS TEN
Starting to get hair on his chin
No I cant belive it is true
Now my baby is hitting puberty too

Dang if it ain't my luck
Just last night he was playing with trucks
Now it is girls and rock music blaring
Him asking is it time to start shaving

No it has to be a bad dream
MY baby can't be almost a teen
My other one is over half grown
This one has to stay at home


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Shadrach

“S” is for sweet, a sweet little boy is he.
“H” is for handsome, or at least he is to me.
“A” is for always, for he’s always on my mind.
“D” is for dear to me, no other love I’ll find.
“R” is for rotten, though just a little bit.
“A” is for all boy, that, I must admit.
“C” is for cuddly, when it’s time to go down to sleep.
“H” is for happy, that is, how happy he makes me.

Even though sleepless nights, 
Began his life on earth,
Who could ever comprehend, 
How much this baby’s worth?

And tears once wept for this little one,
Have given way to sunny smiles.
God has brought him through the fire and again,
And will bring him through many more trials.


Daniel 3:26-28


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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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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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When

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

When will he know the struggles life brings
When..

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Foreign War

I know my son was inside with their dogs
And women dressed in uniforms who held
Their sharpened knives and made my son undress.
This is the way Americans fight war.

Confusing thoughts enter my mind
Combined with anger, sadness. ****.
The Lord, is my child to die?
If it is your will, please end him.

How could the Lord let this happen?
My sweet poor boy and his humility
He is nothing but a toy to women.
This is the way Americans fight war.

My family weeps for my son.
My country prays for their own sons.

-Caroline Youngless


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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Ross, A Very Good Man

My favorite hat says, “Air Force Mom”
Pink words printed on tan.
I wear it proudly, with aplomb.
Ross is my son; I am his fan.
He serves our country as a U.S. Airman.

War is no joke, not a sitcom.
Preserving our freedom a serious plan.
He does his job without a qualm.
Courageously risking his lifespan.
Protecting everyone, not just our clan.

Men like him deserve praise and psalm.
They burn in the heat while we get a suntan.
Whether sitting at desks or dropping a bomb,
Obeying orders, doing the best that they can.
I pray God preserves each serving airman.

I love my son with his demeanor calm.
Memories of his childhood I often scan.
Yes, I am a very proud “Air Force Mom.”
It wasn’t imagined in my life’s preplan.
My favorite hat, I wear for my son…a very good man.

© March 29, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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To Much Pain

This woman lost her son in a car accident and she never got over it,but she says her son still 
live's on with her through her daughter she see's him .She says thats thats the best thing of 
having twins they look a like so both of them are there.If somthing would happen to you I 
dont know what I would she said. She's over pertectaue and careing she wont let her 
daugther out her site,but oneday she got a important phone call from her mother saying her 
dad has passed away and she leaves clare home alone and a fire started,but clare cant get 
to the phone and she cant jump out the window because they live on the 36th floor in  a 
apartment so while clare is screaming for help her mother is on the way to her dads hospital 
room and crying and weepingshe get in the anthor phone call saying clare her daughter hsa 
been burnerd alive in a apartment fire and so she left to get in the car and she note on the 
seat of the car she didnt see before.

It reads,Dear mother i will do anything for you no matter
what we go through how hard things get i will always love you.
From:Clare

The woman passed out and her head hit the horn. An hour later someone see's her and rush 
back into the hospital and after she woke up she rushes to the car to see her daughter but it 
was to late they took her body away already.The woman and her mom  decide  to have the 
furnerl the same day and the day the furnerl came her mother went into a comea and the 
woman said she cant take ut anymore so she hang herself and after all her mother was just 
under stress.


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"TRAGEDY"

A mother has gone a young girl has died and a father has lost his wife.
A child has lost a mother and a brother and a son has lost his life.
They fought everyday with tooth and nail.
They felt that their life was a living hell.
Everyone knew their lives would get worse.
So they've walked their last walk here on earth.
This tragedy that has happened is so sad.
But we thought it wouldn't be the son it be the dad.
We wish things were different and his thoughts had been turned.
One thing out of this tragedy"There's a lesson to be learned".
Please hug and kiss your kids and show them lots of love.
So we don't worry about our kids going to early to be with our lord above.
                  Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
                              09/20/08
This is true I lost two neices and a nephew in this tragedy.


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Tragedy In The Bottle

Just a little sip of the nasty stuff.
But 1oz. was just enough
To make a drunk of a teenage boy, 
And to make a mother lose her joy.
She could here him outside the door,
Many nights groveling,
And groaning on the floor.
O the messes that were left behind,
By her son that became the drunkard kind.
After work to the tavern he would go; 
All his pay cheque he would surely blow.
His drunkenness led him in with the wrong kind;
He began taking drugs, and messed up his mind.
His mother pleaded with him each day;
To repent of his sins and turn to God's way.
Her drunken son ignored his mother's voice;
Telling her, "Mom, I will make my own choice."
"Don't worry Mom, I have lots of time;
I'm not done till I spend my last dime."
Late one night, the telephone rang;
Her drunkard son had been out with the gang.
Speeding down the road they lost control;
Killing a pedestrian out for a stroll.
His broken hearted mother wept and listened some more.
The policeman reported, "It was liquor bought from the store."
He continued to say, "Come down to the jail,
For your son has been locked up in a cell."
Oh, how she wished that his father was here,
To care for the son she held so dear.
What would it take to wake up her son?
He would have to pay big for what he had done.
"O Mom, Please tell them, her son cried;
Tell them it wasn't my fault", he lied.
"I cannot help you my son", was her reply.
"You caused an innocent soul, this night to die.
For this life you continue to choose,
What a tragic has come out of your bottle of booze.
As you sit here and pay your price in jail;
May you think of what life would be like in hell.
I love you son, but you have a lesson to learn",
Was the words from his mother he had earned.
1 oz. of booze is all it takes;
The horrible tragedies it all makes.
Why is it that a man thinks he has to survive,
By selling the potion that takes innocent lives?

 
 


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My Birthday Wish

I sit on the floor and wait from dusk to dawn, for a new day will soon be reborn. I count all 
the blooming flowers, and count down the long hours, while mum takes her shower. 
Today's the day, for it's my birthday. I hope I get A car, or A guitar or maybe even become 
A movie star, but that's asking A bit too much of me. I walk around singing out A loud, 
acting proud feeling as if my heads in A cloud. To my surprise I start stumbling over my 
words and begin mumbling. Maybe mum just forgot about me, or are they just hiding the 
presents from me? I walk through the hall, with my head dragging looking at the floor, 
and go to bed with my heart feeling torn. It's getting late and I can no longer wait. I turn 
off my light, and close my eyes and cry having so much things go through my mind. I 
drift to sleep but then I see, mum walking in my room in the middle of the night with A 
light. It's so bright. She raises my heart like A kite, taking of it flight and she says, good 
night, and turns of the lights. She raised my hopes high and then shot them out of the 
sky. I break down and cry, it feels as if I've just died. No one remembered why today was 
A special day for it was my birthday. I look at the sky and wonder why? I light my candle 
and close my eyes, tears dripping down onto my thighs, and I start to whisper in my 
mind. "I don't want A car, or even A guitar. I don't even want to become A movie star. I 
just want to be free of this disease called poverty, I just want people to stop running away 
from me. Free me of aids so I can stop feeling afraid. Stop me from being poor, so I can 
afford to stop sleeping on the floor. Make me smile for there is no reason to smile, but 
please make my life worth while. Take me away from Africa, for all I see is people being 
raped and all the kids hearts filled with hate, I'm loosing my faith for I am living each day 
even though there is nothing to live for". A Tear drops on my candle, And puts out the 
flame I whisper in pain,This is "My Birthday Wish"
 
We wish for luxuries that only money can afford. They wish for water for they are poor. 
People need to learn to smile, for kids living in poverty have A legitimate reason not too. 
Be happy for what we have, and never complain for what we don't have.
 
- Wiko Te Maru


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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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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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Rest in peace, Mom

You weren't a saint but you were extremely close.
Out of all of the people on Earth, I've always loved you the most.
It will be very painful as they lower you into the ground.
Life will never be the same because you're no longer around.

You were a wonderful human being and a terrific mother too.
Your family and friends will always love you.
You were so sweet and kind that you should've been given a humanitarian award.
The people in Heaven are happy because you're there and so is the Lord.

You're in a better place and that makes your friends and family glad.
But as people see the tears rolling down my cheeks, they know that I'm so sad.
You were one fantastic lady, you were truly one of a kind.
Knowing that Heaven is your new home gives us peace of mind.

From time to time I wasn't the ideal son and that's something I regret.
You gave me life, love and happiness and that's something I'll never forget.
It hurts very much because you are deceased.
Everybody loves you Mom, may you rest in peace.


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


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Keep your Head held High

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


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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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If It Wasn't For Him Needing Me

If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
The thing that keeps me going strong
Is that pleading look in his eye
His mother left us years ago
For that castle in the sky
If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die

If it wasn’t for him trusting me
To help him along his way
I think I would just pack my bags
And from this life I'd run away
But then at night when beside his bed
We both kneel down to pray
And he thanks the Lord that I’m his Dad
Then I know that I’ve got to stay

If it wasn’t for him loving me
With everything that he’s got
I think that how to give love back
Is something I would have forgot
When she died I wanted to die too
But I knew that I could not
Because I had to raise our little boy
And it’s what I want to do a lot

If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
The thing that keeps me going strong
Is that pleading look in his eye
His mother left us years ago
For that castle in the sky
If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die


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I Care for You

you'll never be alone
as long as i care for you
Hear my whispers in the dark
my voice is clear and true
when darkeness comes
reach out for me
i'll light the night with stars 
so you could see
that you tried so hard
but it wasnt meant to be
you got so far 
you almost made it to victory
in the end
it was full of pain
it doesnt even matter
because that pain didnt stay
whenever you fall
i'll always catch you
when you've think you lost
i'll be there to remind you
you'll never be alone
as long as i care for you


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DAMION

written 22nd March 2001


D  is for the delightful child you are
A  is for the angels that light up your way
M  is for the manner you hold inside
I   is for the independent gentleman I've raised
O  is for the overwhelming warmth you bring me
N  is for the loving nature within your heart


    "Mummy's thought's"
So delicate and precious
Touching my palms so sensuous
All you need to remember
Is mummy will be here, for ever and ever
                        with love


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The Most Fierce Love

When you await that day for so long just to see their face, 
 Not too much longer will you have to go, you're almost to Home Base.
All the pain you've been through, will be worth it in the end.
 One look at that precious face, and you'll be the envy of some friends.

You look over to the side and see a tiny bed which is clear, 
 So you can see each precious feature of a child that is very near.
When you're almost done and you feel that final tear.
 The pain and anticipation is almost more than you can bear.

Here comes a tiny bundle of dark hair and gorgeous eyes, 
 Ten little fingers and ten tiny toes, it scared me at first since I heard no cries.
Finally, my son is born and I thank God he is alive, and FINALLY here.
 A perfect child in my eyes, and I'm incandescently happy, but also full of fear.

Will I be a good Mother, will I know what to do?
 This is all so scary, and oh so very new.........
I hold him closely to my heart, 
 I'm Finally a Mommy, no time to fall apart.

I KNOW I can do this, I don't really have a choice.
 The moment I found out I was pregnant, I began to rejoice.
Now I have two children, and I only had to give birth to one!
 Illyanna and I now await for our children to grow and have fun.


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Moved

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

driving his wheelchair
his face splashes happiness
enjoying his ride

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

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

an impressive guy
cleaning his second wheelchair
for tomorrows ride 

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


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Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


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He Is Part I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Empty Nest

Jo Davis


No messy bathroom greets my sight,
unnmade bed, nor lit night light
Sandals and trainers all packed away
A pick up by Oxfam, planned today 
Boisterous noise has been replaced
Deafening silence now fills this place
The six o’clock alarm has come to a stop
with no school run to hurriedly drop
All grown up, and far away
Just memories left of yesterday.


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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A Dedication

Inspiration Admiration
you who are my only one true creation.
I write this to you as a dedication.

My life now has purpose
I no longer live on the surface
through you I have gained insight
I now see the light.

Although the tides have been rough,
I can not imagine a life lived without you
It simply would not be enough.

You are Gods greatest gift to me
You are everything I never knew I wanted.
You are my perfect family.
In you I have found sanctuary.


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I have much less to be thankful for

This Thanksgiving I have much less to be thankful for.
Much less than I did just one year before.
When I lost Mom in March, I lost my mother and my best friend.
I had no idea how sick she was or that her life would abruptly end.
Four months later I lost my Dad as well.
This Thanksgiving I'm living in Hell.
But I am thankful to still have my brother.
We have no parents, we only have each other.
Since March the 6th, I've had very little happiness.
Last year I had much to be thankful for but now I have much less.


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Letter to my Firstborn - Beaurain

My Dearest Child,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al my Love!
Mom


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Barefoot

earth so solid,

grass so green,

the sweetest toes I've ever seen.

smile so radiant,

hand so small,

in this moment I have it all.

dirt so pure,

water cold,

here is the place my heart unfolds.

play with me mama,

dance with me,

sing to me,

let your soul go barefoot...


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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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My Child

C is for cautious, cuddly, and cute
A is for adorable, above the rest, abundance of love
L is for lively, loveable, and learning
E is for energetic. eagerness, early to rise
B is for beautiful, baby, and boy

Sweetest child of mine
My love for you is here,
Special memories building
Forever in my heart your here.

So, energetic and quick on your feet
Just as a child is all about,
I'll soon catch another breath son
Then you best watch out.


Running from room to room
dropping one by one a toy,
Bright sunshine beaming 
You bring so much joy.

Today your a little boy
But tomorrow you'll be a man,
So, i'll cherish the precious moments
Enjoy you now while i still can.


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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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The UFO at Cary Forest

Nestled among the trees in a primitive campsite,
A cub scout and his mother were on their third camp-out.
The tent was pitched; double foil wrapped food was cooked just right.
The young campfire cook gave his skills a great workout.

In the past they had stayed there several days at a time.
Driving through the forest just the mom and her young boy.
Thinking about those days brings back memories sublime.
It was a lot of work, but brought them so much joy.

Nights were spent listening to the serenading bullfrog.
At dawn, she photographed wildlife while he made bird-calls.
One morning when they came around the bend in the fog,
A long-necked majestic doe stood tall and enthralled.

The angle was such that she could not get a good shot.
So, she handed him her Cannon; he aimed, then, clicked.
It would be days prior to seeing the picture he got.
She and her son took pleasure in the woodlands frolicked.

In the hours of darkness they finished playing cards.
Their lantern was glowing; it was time to go to sleep.
Outside there was a whirring they could not disregard.
The mother turned out the light; whispered, “Don't make a peep!”

Her heart was pounding faster and her eyes opened wide.
She was afraid to move, but tried her best to be brave.
She unzipped the tent slowly and took a look outside.
The unlikely sight she saw gave her heart a shock wave.
 
Up in the sky was a circle of lights… humongous!
The outer ones were orange and the inner ones flashed white.
The sound was so loud that soon the boy became anxious.
With a quiet hush she said, “We're going to be alright.”

All she could think about was fear and their abduction.
Teenage daughters, not camping, needed her to survive.
She was so terrified her mind could hardly function.
There was nothing she could do to get out of there alive.

Would sharp-witted life forms from outer space understand?
She had no choice but try; inside she shed silent tears.
Begging aloud to the alien craft, words unplanned.
Daughters, with no one to tend them would struggle for years.

When she explained their situation, the noise ceased quickly.
She peeked outside again to see only stars in the sky.
He, now a man, was not allowed to look out…hazy.
She thanks God for the night the aliens went bye-bye.

©  October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

P.S. Years later, she saw the same craft in NASA space photos listed as something not 
seen before…unidentified!  When she went to show her husband, the picture had 
“disappeared!”


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KiddieKat Crawl

Pitter Patter kitty's natter,
meow on the wall
eight to go after the fall-
what a whisker risk-er!
And such a minxy tinker!
The paws at the door
straight to the cupboard crumb
sneaky biscuits for the tum,
and into the hall a cry "Mum!-
What's for dinner?"


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Indebtedness of Sons

There have been great men of lofty stature,
champions to grateful populations
with virtues others struggle to capture, 
they constantly surpass expectations  
and are heroes to envious nations. 
Yet, all men who inspire to right and good, 
cannot ignore their debt to Motherhood. 


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Mother Dear

To take a chance as of now I say
To where I stand on the very day of May
To lay aside the annoying wakes of day by day
To listen to your un ending words of sunshin ray
 
I Know I gave you a thousand cries of pain
The joy I have out of the directory's bane
You cradled my smirk of an unknown diver's main
The setting of an untold life's precious game.
 
Smiles urns of death I once dreamt
Changes of lanes down crystal brunt
Of someone depriving to emolient's grant
Once known radiance where ashes was burnt.
 
Asked to turn where eyes of brave were seen of gold
Arms of reached uphold story of the bold
Flew as to tell upon the book was never told
As I tell Mother dear, this sculpture your hands has mold.


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The Train Ride Ended But Love Never Stops

"I've never rode a train Mom." 
he said with eyes lit up.
So, we bought two round-trip tickets
 to my mother's house.
(She lives a short walk away from the train station.)
Our trip would only be forty minutes 
but that would be long enough to say
"We've rode a train!"

The day of our trip 
was the day after
his eleventh birthday.
I'm pretty touched
 that he would choose
to spend the day with me 
instead of his friends.
Our train arrived at seven A.M. 
and we didn't leave until nine P.M.
This gave us plenty of time
just him and I.

I thought everything went great.
We played games like "Catchphrase" 
for about 5 hours 
and laughed and laughed!
No talk of "my childhood" came up.
(thankfully)
He and I took a couple walks together
spending hours in antique shops
until he found the perfect
antique "survival knife" to buy
with his birthday money.
We stopped into the ice-cream parlor
and had the biggest ice-cream cones known to man!

When it was time to leave
we walked to the little restaurant 
for dinner first.
We shared our meals 
and talked about our day.
I saw a young man 
sitting across from me,
looking at me through the eyes 
of my baby boy.

After our meal
we walked back to the train station.
Our train was late but
we didn't mind
that just meant more time to talk.
When I saw his eyes fill with tears
I had no idea what was wrong.
I was chilled to hear what he said.

"Mom, I just feel so bad for you.
I can see how sad you are
when you talk with your mom.
I just wish you didn't have 
the childhood you had.
That's why I took so many trips
to the bathroom today...I just couldn't
look at you sitting there with her.
I knew how you were feeling,
I could see it in your eyes."

It took some convincing 
to make him see
that I don't focus on 
what my mom and I don't have.
My focus that day was on 
what he and I 
do have
and that is priceless!
I wouldn't trade that kid 
for anything in this world
and I'll never forget
how we spent his eleventh birthday.


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'Bout Time

Hey you!  You’re a mum
‘Bout time you talked to your son
Where was he last night?
Came home, what a sight
Lingering smoke
‘Bout time you sat down and spoke.

He ain’t got a job
Well dressed, not a slob
Cut hands, torn clothes
Bruised cheek, bloody nose
How come he ain’t broke
‘Bout time you sat down and spoke.

No sense in avoidin’
What went on in Croydon
In Hackney and Ealing
You must have a feeling
The destruction and riot
This ain’t the time to keep quiet.

Full of excuses
Substances abuses
Lack of respect
Which you’ve come to expect
Why d’you let it go on
Where did it go wrong?

Hey you! You should listen
This discord and friction
It won’t go away
This ain’t no way to behave
You need to ask questions
What are his intentions?

Hey you! You’re a mum
'Bout time you talked to your son?


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Little Children

Oh, what a joy little children are ! Juice in the video, sick in the car. Untidy bedroom, scattered toys, girls playing nurses with little boys. Dogs' tails being pulled, a cat's on fire, interrupting the moments of love and desire. Passing the blame for their little crimes, playing with frogs all covered in slime. Screaming their heads off in a plush restaurant, having a tantrum when refused what they want. Arriving home late covered in mud, not going to bed when they know they should. Non-stop talking while dad's watching telly, splashing the walls with ice-cream and jelly. Chocolate stains on their Sunday best, painting funny pictures on granddad's vest. Why do parents' voices echo from afar, Oh, what a joy little children are !


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elected

home land my claims my status false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines, to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....


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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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My Slumbering Child

Your little breathes of air
They're like descending cherry blossoms
Your rising and falling chest
It's like the lull of waves
Your flickering eyelids
Are like the songs of birds
Your peaceful face
Shines like a starry nights moon
Your tiny hands holding mine
Are like penguin families sticking close
Your smile when you awaken
Is like a glimpse of Heaven
Your love for me
Is the most precious gift I could have
Your dripping tears
Is like all the pain I have ever known
Your faith in me
Is a bond no one can sever
Your sweet, little person
It's hard to believe...
That you are my beautiful, sweet child


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My Daddy Was a Fly Boy

In honor of Father's Day - here is one of the tributes I wrote to my father and my 
mother who was both father and mother to 4 kids.

My Daddy was a fly boy
My Mom an Army nurse
They met back in the second war
When the world was at its worse

She was stationed in the Philippians
He was stationed in the air
They somehow found each other
And became a loving pair

They were married in October
When the war was through
She planned to raise a family
And that’s just what she would do

And he kept right on flying
Then Korea came around 
He said my place is in the air
Not down here on the ground

So she stayed safely grounded
While he flew off to war
And in-between those secrete flights
Came children numbered four

Then one night in October
His plane did not return
They searched his route from end to end
Yet nothing could they learn

No oil slick upon the sea
No debris anywhere
No sign of him or of his plane
He just vanished from the air

But Mom, she never gave up hope
That someday he’d be found
She waited for her fly-boy
Till she was heaven bound

We pray they’re back together
As true lovers all should be 
And that they go on loving
For all eternity

Yes - my Daddy was a fly boy
Back in the 2nd war
We lost him in Korea 
When I was only four
My Momma was an Army nurse
Served in the Philippians
They married when the war was ‘ore
Fulfilling perfect dreams


Mdailey	12/29/09


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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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What makes a great mom, dedication to all moms

What makes a great mom, 
Is love from the heart. 
You’re a great mom. 
We try our best,
To raise our children right. 
Teach them wrong and right. 
Guide them in the right direction. 
Even in the good and bad times, 
We still love them with all are hearts. 
They have our hearts, 
Even when they grow up. 
A love from a child is forever, 
It’s a gift from god,
Also the greatest love. 
We raise our sons and daughters right,
It shows and will always show. 


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Thoughts in a Warm Room

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


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Crimson Stain—Glorious Stand

With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand

Holy Mother cried for her son
Wondering what they had done

Bellowing clouds changing color
Approaching the appointed hour

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

Glorious ascension and praise 
His forgiveness shines with rays

With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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


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The Best Philosopher

Beside Karnaphuli*, 
Midst leafs of tree, 
What am I looking for? 
  
Who lives at far shore? 
  
At night, in my room, 
When I see empty pot, 
And I see undressed cot, 
I become heart-sick more. 
  
Who lives at far shore? 
  
Sometimes, in my sky, 
I fly here and there. 
Yea, this is my mother: 
The best philosopher.

Karnaphuli*: the largest and most important river in Chittagong


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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Of the current agonies of a mother

I welcomed home the latest of the fan specifics
A 52X72 Chelsea FC fleece Blanket that my daughter just picked
I wanted to dump the Chelsea fleece, the crest sofa and the team poster
But prompted myself to see it as warm, lightweight, 100% polyester

My daughter’s Chelsea spirit was not dying
Our recent acquisitions- a Chelsea neon clock, a football cushion, a key ring
More reasons to be optimistic I had to think of when she brought a Chelsea rug
Few mum for their morning coffee got to choose from a Chelsea stadium mug, Chelsea latte
mug, Chelsea crest mug, Chelsea black and silver mug, Chelsea new stadium mug and a Didier
drogba mug

I am a grieving mother to more than one aficionado
My son is in love with the renaissance art, bingo!
Art poster prints, wall calendars and statues of the Renaissance men
Over my dead body will I get him a Visconti Art pen

A look at the Virgin of the rock, and I was struck by the depth and the emotion
I no longer despised my son’s fascinating renaissance collection
Distressed I became, the world seemed to come to an end
When my son wished to see the Sistine Chapel ceiling within the Vatican

‘There’s somewhere here to see you, everyone hurry down’
My brother was visiting, for quite a while he had been out of town
They came rushing down exclaiming ‘Ballack!’ ‘Oh no, it’s Michelangelo!’
My 9 year old squealed ‘It’s my letter from Hogwarts, I’m ready to go!’


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Not Just another Love Poem

Love is discovered in so many ways
Different kinds we share today
For love is near, not far away
Have you discovered your love today?

Every time a mother gazes at her new born baby
Love is discovered in another way
A mother’s love does not change
It only grows as her child changes

A Father’s pride is how he shows his love
Love is discovered in another way
A father’s love is always shone through pride
In the works his children have done

When a child gets a pet
Love is discovered in another way
A child’s love is unchanged
Tears fall when the pet finally goes away

As we grow and as we change
Love is discovered in new ways
Be you a husband, father, mother, or wife
Love is sure to follow you all of you life


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free cee I will bet you VIENNA would make the same plea

sorry Vienna, but i need to use your name or no one reads me...but i know
you will agree with this so don't be angry, thanks and i am e-mailing all my
friends that your tribulations will end and you can once again smile and make me smile
              DEAR OR DEER PEOPLE
Please stop doing that
it's creating havoc
and making people and animals angry
half the world is drinking parasitic water
the other half doesn't give a damn about what happens
so long as their stocks rise
as I sit here with reddened eyes
because you will not stop and listen
the universe is speaking to you
in explicit terms
it begins by saying what I said above
stop and feel the love
the love every man should feel
and make it real
the universe is begging “please stop doing that”
it's simply not right
for our children to be left with blight
the deer are crying
the eagles are dying
and liars are denying
they claim to care
about this planet we all share
so please, 
stop doing that
a Styrofoam cup will last where it lays
for four million days
a cigarette butt will be around for my grandson and my great 
great grandchildren to find
so please be kind
because Mother Nature went through a lot of trouble to
design that which we behold
the beauty that to me is more precious than gold
so please stop doing that
if I could i'd hand you all a lot of cash
before Mother Nature gets a ravenous rash
so please stop doing that
for as long as you live, day by day
think before you throw something away
         © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


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The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face… Just yesterday I noticed a look of love on my child’s face. This happened in a most “ordinary place.” It was in our home...a place by God’s own design. I felt God speaking to my heart this particular time. I didn’t take any time to stop and realize, The look of love and innocence in my child’s eyes. “Am I being the kind of Dad God wants me to be?” “Am I being an example of Christ for my child to see?” Have I been demonstrating my God-given ability, teaching my kids God’s love, and responsibility? May a Christ-like life in my kids be clearly seen and understood, As one day they will grow into adulthood. I hope that one day my Children will say: “I want to be like my Dad- every single day!” By Jim Pemberton


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Forever Young, or Evan The Sage

Of all the Little Kings climbing
Hand over foot towards viciously tantalizing, grandiose
Constellations of which whir and buzz as wind up toys,
Glow worm manifestations
Of hanging mobile stars suspended from thread
Woven by The Fates from dreams vicarious
And still-warm brick oven hopes
Nestled sweetly in the ribcages' soft marrow,
My chest, agape, crackling with never quite dried blood,
The wound steaming fresh loneliness--a shrine
To the Stillborn--
Is stuffed clumsily on chubby, greased palms
With fresh wishes on old pennies,
Words teaming with glimpses of goodnight kisses
And soft, innocent breaths stirring upstream like salmon,
By the tenderness of only one Tarot Sage
And my Heart's desert riverbeds
Eagerly absorb a rain. 



"Forever Young, or; Evan The Sage"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


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I Cleaned Your Room Today

I cleaned your room today,
while the scent of you yet lingered
in the impression where you laid your head,
caressing linens my heart hesitates to launder
for want of holding you near.

I long for this morning’s sweetness,
still cherishing that embrace long shared,
remembering how you let me linger
in your own reluctance to pull away
and how I prayed it not be the last.

From your window I watched today,
as the snow became earth’s chalky quilt
somehow angry at its indifference as it
dared to frolic with the very breeze
that now carries you away;
to a people of desperation in a
land whose heart feels only winter’s harshness
never tasting her sweet alabaster blessing.

How I despise the circumstance of this desolate place
yet selfishly hate that it is you she has beckoned.

I pray God’s protection as your coverlet
warm and thick in the unfailing assurance
of a love which will hold you safe at breast
as would the troubled and rambling mother
who cleaned your room today.


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loved one

a smile upon my face
warmth inside my heart
this is what I felt
when we began to start
in a different place
and at another time
a love for ever broken
now no longer mine
you begin to fade away
left presence I can’t see
but I can feel you here
still watching over me
your a whisper I can’t here
and a touch that I can’t feel
I’m talking to you now
I love you and always will


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THE FLOWERS THAT MAKE A MOTHER SMILE

I wouldn't have loved anyone more than her,
and it is no secret that flowers make a mother smile,
when she takes them from two hands that care;
I honored you, mother with my thoughtfulness and pride...


Neither in early adolescence or late childhood: 
did I see a single trace of profound sadness;
and you gave me all those caresses and kisses 
when I was asleep in my warm and tidy bed...   


Beautiful and adorable mother, I was your only boy,
and in all honesty, you must have loved me a bit more
than the four girls you who were as obedient as I;
and in all fairness, they equally shared that incredible love...


Only your portrait can make that memory relive in your child,
I stare at it and suddenly light comes flashing at me: 
the happiest and most radiant smile God ever created so lovingly,
to make those tender eyes forever live in this smile of mine...


Sweet and gentle mother, be that comforting angel who will embrace me 
when uncertainty and sorrow will make me desperately mourn;
don't dry all these tears, but take them to the merciful Lord:
as my gift of infinite gratitude and immense love that I demonstrate so deeply...


Before I brought you crimson roses, the flowers that made a mother smile
on a blessed day, such as this, which no devoted son or daughter could forget;
now, I don't bring roses, but purple and yellow chrysanthemums to your burial site,
to embellish this unadorned tombstone on which I will weep and lament...   
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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HONOR MOTHERHOOD

Honor Motherhood
anyway you could;
her daily sacrifice mustn't be forgotten:
bring her your fervent heart's affection.


Honor Motherhood,
with a sweet word;
read the inspiring stories that come from another shore:
they will make appreciate her dedication even more.


Honor Motherhood
with a warm hug;
it's time to show her the depth of your appreciation:
for precious things given to a young daughter and son.



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BUBBY

I’ve seen all my life
So many people come and go
Passing so quickly
Leaving a faded memory
Of the moment we crossed paths.

So sadly I must say is true
Rarely do I see anyone
Staying around long enough
Getting to know me.
Hardly does a person stay.

You, Bubby, My only son,
The most important man to me,
I’ve come into my life only
To stay and never ever leave
Me all by myself.

So grateful to know you,
And proud as a mom can be
You’re the greatest 
Young man this world has seen.
My only son, my BUBBY.

To see you smile, hear your voice,
Always fills my 
Heart and soul with love.
My only son, my hero, 
Sent from up above.


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A chance to say goodbye

There once was a woman
that was a wife and a mother
who one day got sick
then called and cried to her brother

She was alone at the docters
when she found out about the cancer
she called her family right away 
but nobody would answer

The woman was so scared
she was only 25 
when she found out that she had
not much time to be alive

The woman wasnt happy 
about living her last days
she did not know how to react
she just sat there in a gaze

as day by day went by
she was more then fun and flirty
till she died on Christmas Eve 
at excatly 11:30

As the family cried and cried
the oldest son scremed "why
why did she have to leave us 
without even saying bye"

as he cried himself to sleep that night 
she talked to him through dreams
she said
"son im very sorry that I had to go and leave"

she said she really loved him
and that she really cared
about how he went through life
without seeing his mother there

He said he loved her so
with his great big giant heart
and that nothing will ever keep 
him and his mother apart

When he awoke the next morning
he told his dad about his dream
about seeing his mother happy
as happy as can be

The father said "thats good son
that you got rid of all this pain
in just one night of sleep 
now look how much you've gained"

The son just flashed a smile
he new his dad did not understand 
that he got his chance to say goodbye
and let go of his mothers hand


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Yesterday Born

My man child born yesterday
New and peeling purple
With black and brown
Splotches of color.

Your father love you.
Your mother love you.
But still you have yourself.
You must love yourself.

My man child born yesterday
Still soft and wrinkled
With bright black eyes
That have pools inside.

You are my charge.
Yet my superior.
We gave you life
But are Beholden.


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I Made It This Way

As time passes
So do all the new things you learn
	Unable to watch you grow
Hurts more than  I can handle
Pain so deep
Hidden within
	Fighting its way to the surface
Wanting to explode
My heart  never  as whole
	As it did the day I held you in my arms
Looking back at me
Your innocent eyes
So precious ~ So pure
	Perfect little baby
My perfect baby boy
How can you forgive me
Letting you go
	My son
Never know how much mommy loves you
	Replays in my mind over and over again
Why you’re gone
Reality of it all
Mommy let you go
  Gave up on what I was born to do…
	Have
Love and protect you 
All the wonderful things mommy was supposed to do
HATE ME
Kills me inside
	Leaves me numb
Realize ~ I didn’t choose you
When all you needed was me
		FAILED
I failed at what God blessed me with
  Baby boy
		Sorry
I miss you everyday
Want to lie down
	Just die
Cold
     Dark
           Alone inside
I made it this way
My baby
	Not you….


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Another Place

A different address, a different place
While we’re still running, they’ve finished the race

They’re resting in peace with God above
But we’re left crying for our undying love

At the moment of conception, you were ours to hold
But nobody knew what the future would hold

Every year comes around, the month of May
We’re left empty- handed on Mother’s Day

No body to love that we can see of feel,
But the fact still remains, the baby was real

Are we less of a woman?  Are we less of a mother?
If out children were here, they would want no other

They’re no less our babies, cause we don’t see their face
They’re just at a different address, in a different place


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My Son

These words I write with tear filled eyes, 
As a new dawn comes to light. 
Another day without you Son, 
Nor' a star filled winters night. 

Your Mother sends her love dear boy, 
As our hearts are torn in two. 
A Major came to see us Son, 
He brought us news of you. 

He told us of your courage, 
Of the fight that lay ahead. 
The soldier that we knew you were, 
Then he told us, " you were dead". 

You left for a tour of duty, 
With the army in your heart. 
We are proud to have had you in our lives, 
We won't always be apart. 

You fought for Queen and country, 
Now your duty sure is done. 
A man, a friend, a soldier, 
And my ever loving Son.....


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Our little boys

Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.


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I'm So Thankful For Everything

I’m So Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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My Everything Important

My eyes are weathered by the dry wind
So I cannot be sure if I saw you grow an inch
In front of me today
You have become my “everything important”
The greatest one I would sacrifice everything for
I fear my life depends on your happiness
Your success is my doing for now while you are young
I am your protector
I am mirrored in those determined eyes
We shall show the world
That greatness comes from altruistic means
To ease the suffering of others
To plant beauty and inspire is not an ideal
It is a way to live


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They Fight,,, 10-13-08

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


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This Habit's Got A Hold Of Me I Can't Break It

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton  
 02/05/11


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A Long Tough Ride

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a Mom
It’s been a long tough ride
My heart is ticking like a bomb
I know my duty it was
To work and manage the house
But soon I’ll feel so lost

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a slave
It’s been a long, tough ride
My mind is reeling like a tape
I love my baby so much
I know my heart will be crushed
Yet I will be alright

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long tough ride
I should be happy to be free
It’s been a long tough ride
I should dancing in the breeze
But when I think of the world
She has to live in and work 
I’ll still be on my knees in prayer
Because it’s scary out there
But we will be alright
It’s been a long tough ride

Entry into John Heck’s Sponsored Contest: “Beatlemania Sing Along”
Sung to “It’s Been a Hard Day’s Night”


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First class ticket to Heaven

Mom got a First class ticket to Heaven, that's for sure.
Everybody who knew my mom, absolutely adored her.
She always helped others or she would bust her butt trying.
It was so sad when her doctor said that she was dying.

Now she's in Heaven and she has eternal happiness.
Having her for my mother truly made me blessed.
She decided to return to her hometown of Sneedville in 2011.
When she passed away, she got a First class ticket to Heaven.

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


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My Mother will not curse me

Mother, your insanity is my blessing!

Your cry, like a creaking door,
Opens to a lawn of sour,
Your eyes, like a flame of candle,
Pierce to my heart that fails to handle.

And, your insanity is my blessing!

Because, I am not a son of your dream,
The essence that dripped out of the cream,
The life that burns as a wooden window,
The deep woods that drenched with heavy shadow,

Mother, I am not a son of your dream.

The dream of becoming a morning dew,
A song that moves a failing crew,
A dawn, a dusk and a poem with lovely words,
A canoe in search of unknown world,

And, I am not a son of your dream.

See, I am a warrior of a losing battle,
The blood was washed through the rains that clatter,
I see the children playing on the streets,
I do not know, is it sickle or flowers for them to treat?
 
I am not a son of your dream and still away from your curse,
Mother, your insanity is my blessing!.


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A second blossoming

Butterfly blown far-far away 
by circumstance blackened time.
Leaving the powder of his memory,
driving the nails of life
deep into glassy emerald eyes.

Circumstance is a corner harlot, 
her curves will soften with time
and time is the burning ogre-
ask any speckled star or honest sky...

Sip a rose minted stardust dear one.
Dream in color, with love, icy winds always subside...
love brings a golden warmth to winter sills, 
plants the heart in the soil of god woven moons, 
then devours darkness, allows it to die-

Though his wings were singed by life,
they've always been soothed 
by the purity...of your distant prayer.
to sweetly make his way through every jagged pass,
its vapour painting a rainbow to tell you that its very near,
and your wayward mother's pain won't last-

Ride that rainbow back into the conception of its being,
to a freshened world where bitter meets a sweetened end.
and deep within angel ripened time,
you'll both glow like diamonds 
at the pinnacle of a common dream...
Where an emerald butterfly lands 
softly inside an unfurling heart,
(a second blossoming).


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Being A Vessel of God

Being A Vessel of God...

 I met someone in a very difficult situation.
I kept walking and gave
 "no explanation."

I was then asked a very
 direct question:
"I thought you said that 
you're a Christian!"

I began to feel a conviction within my soul.
"Which direction should I take"  
I didn't know.

Either keep walking, or stop 
to help this person in need.
"I suppose just this once... 
I'll do a generous deed."

I reached out and loved 
him in Jesus' name.
And told him that it was for his life 
that our savior came.

My heart was broken as I heard 
all he had gone through.
I was speechless.  I really didn't
 know what to do.

I decided to buy him a cup of coffee 
and a sandwich as well.
And shared that Jesus loves
 him more than words can tell.

He thanked me and said, 
"I'm so glad that you care."
I then was able to lead him 
into a  salvation prayer.

We talked more about God before 
we each went our own way.
But I'll never forget what happened 
that particular day.

It helped me begin to 
realize and truly see...
How God wants so much to use 
someone like me...

By JIm Pemberton  


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Forever Baby

She was there for his first
She held his hand with his last
The breath that was in between
Seemed to be taken away so fast!

Twenty-seven years later
Justice Seems at hand
Not God's judgment
But the courts of this land.

He took our little Ricky
Without a second thought
As horrible memories surface
We all know it hurts a lot.

Seeing him walk by
With a smile from ear to ear
Still haunts us all
And it's been almost a year.

Praying for this family
Every night it seems to me
Because I know they need God's help
No matter what the outcome be.

Beautiful little Ricky
I hope your death is finally "solved"
And I wish nothing but peace
For ALL the families involved.

You were here for a short while
Now we think of you daily
It's been twenty-seven years
But you are our..."forever baby"


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Too Soon Born

Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.
Her empty womb tormented motherhood.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife. 
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.

Her empty womb tormented motherhood
Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.

Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
Conception hid its face, years sadly past.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.

Conception hid its face, years sadly past. 
Despair became life’s ordinary way.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.

Despair became life’s ordinary way.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.
Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010


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I Remember Back When

								 

I  remember at the young age of 9 or 10.
Going to the theater was 
considered a sin.
There were many things 
that as a young boy.
That I wanted to explore and enjoy.

My parents may have been "old fashioned."
They were filled with a Godly
love and compassion.
I look back now and with some hesitation.

And think about this 
"new generation."
I wonder "where have all of the morals gone to?"
Some parents are doing things, as a kid, I'd never do.
Many of the "Godly" parents don't seemed concerned.
What's right or wrong—they can't discern.

What once was a dividing line 
between black and white.
Is now; "if it feels good—it must be allright."
The savior's call for holiness in your life must dwell.
Living by his word will save your family from hell.

Maybe living for Jesus is by some, 
"a narrow way of living."
May your life be one of sacrifice, 
holiness and thanksgiving.
May your commitment be true, your heart sincere.
For one day very soon, Jesus shall appear.
Now's the time to be an example
of Jesus' precious name.
When he comes —will you be ready—
or be ashamed?

By Jim Pemberton


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'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


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An emptiness in my soul

I was never able to say I love you until you were on your deathbed.
You were in so much pain, I hope you were able to understand those three words that I said.
It was very difficult to express my feelings when we were face to face.
Each moment with you was a blessing, you made the world a better place.

Since the day you died, I've felt an emptiness in my soul.
As each day passes, the misery takes its toll.
You cared more about others than you did about yourself.
I'm not rich but being a part of your life was insignificant compared to wealth.

You were such a sweet mother, you deserve nothing but praise.
You'll be with me spiritually for the remainder of my days.
I'm going on with my life because that's what you'd want me to do.
If I live to be a hundred, I'll never stop loving you.

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


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It's Time For Me To Get Tough!

That's it! 
No more excuses! 
I'm laying down some rules! 
Just so you don't misunderstand...
I'm tired of you fools! 

It's time for me to get tough! 
No more ''Oh, that's ok.''
I've had all I can take from you
And things will change...
TODAY! 

I mean it.
I'm not kidding! 
You'll be begging for a break! 
No matter how much you may beg
That's it...for heavens sake! 

What's that? 
A tear? 
Don't do it.....I said I'm being tough! 
Now you want a hug from me? 
I guess you've suffered enough! 
:) 


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This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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Hush Baby

Sh, sh, close your eyes,
silent night broken by your painful cries.
Your heart is broken, I can tell;
it's okay, for mine is as well.
Don't ever wonder why or how,
just know mommy's with the angel's now.
The blood is nothing, mommy just fell,
there's something years from now I have to tell.
Mommy doesn't want you to be sad,
she'd want you happy, so please be glad.
She was a wonderful person, I'm sure you kow,
twenty is much too young to go.
You're also to young, only five,
I'm glad that at least you're alive.
C'mon baby, daddy's here,
we're all alone now, I fear.


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Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's L'Enfant moi by T Wignesan

Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s L’Enfant moi by T. Wignesan

The infant a stranger to me who grew up poet
You whom he missed even in his sleep
He who had to disinter himself upon waking
Every day in his quest with increasing effort

He who had not known your breast nor lap
Manically he sought your odour in bed clothes
Sniffed under the covers your sphinge haïr
And searched every bush for your mystic antrum

In vain forgot blackness of breasts in death
More avidly survives the memory of your milk
Longer I live more the haunting infant pleases me
When the eternel Night projects her by the threshold

At death the infant’s visited by the maternal shadow
Dissociated as two blue perfect globular moons

Note : Original rhyme schème of sonnet : 
      abba cddc effe gh)

( from Sophia, O.C. t. II, p. 348) 
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 15, 2014


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Mom's Reward

A year and a half ago, Mom went to be with the Lord.
She entered the Pearly Gates. Heaven is her reward.
She was born in 1948 and died sixty-four and a half years later.
She went to the Great Beyond and she's experiencing a life that's far greater.
In my case, it's not true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Mom suffered tremendously before she died but she's suffering no longer.
It hurt me deeply when she died and was laid to rest.
Now she has a life of eternal peace and happiness.

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


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Motherhood

My joy at its best, my hurt at its worst.
My joy at your conception and my belly swelling.
 My hurt at your birth with waves of contractions.
My joy at your first steps in those booties I knitted. 
My hurt as you fell down and bumped your head.
My joy at your first word spoken mama. 
My hurt when we argued about a sleepover and you cried I hate you.
My joy over your first report card with all the A’s.
My hurt when you were expelled from eighth grade for possession.
My joy when you took responsibility young man and changed your ways.
My hurt as you leaned on my shoulder and cried over losing your first love. 
My joy in your pride after working the summer to buy your first car.
My hurt that you are no longer my little baby but a young man.
I am forever a woman in motherhood,
My joy at its best and my hurt at its worst.


                                                                             Summer Gratias



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Mother's not at Fault.

She birthed him when he was young, 
gave him a name to love.
Brought him up, with love and care, 
and loads of hugs to share.

She taught him manners, 
his values and ethics,
along with culture and tradition,
the last to fill her ambition.

She gave him his freedom, 
his first taste of independance, 
With all the trust she dare
in all that her little heart can bear.

But...

He stole,
he lied.
She yelled,
she cried.
He killed,
he robbed.
She hurt,
she sobbed.

Now...

He spoke,
with his held down.
Through bars,
between him and his mother.

"Mother, why do you hate me?
     this is all your fault. Now look at me."

"Son, I tried, but you failed me and yourself.
      I am Ashamed now to even look at you"


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Russet Skin

Russet Skin 
Figure clad in white 
Soul clothed in white 
Body soaked in wine 
Youth entrenched in mind 

Foreign name on paper 
A specimen of mystery 
Unseen splendor 
Timeless experience 
A living dictionary of life 

Your body, scarred by time 
Face disfigured by “love” 
Hands scarred by money 
Hair, grey from thoughts 

U have lived a millennia or two 
But your origins, 
Not a soul knows 
Some say, “Descendents of David” 
Others, “Remnants of Solomon” 

They have dug out graves 
Gone through caves 
Climbed up Kilimanjaro 
Even looked into the Nile 

Some look up to the stars 
& talk about, 
“The BIG BANG” 
But No! 
You are son of the soil, 
Daughter of the sand 

Mother earth breast fed you 
Father sun baked your identity 
Ostriches are raised for you 
Cattle Slaughtered 
For your honor. 

You are a black man 
Born of AFRIKA 
Blessed by the stars 
Cloned by the night 
Rise above your feet 
Be proud 


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Double Dechastic-A CARING PERSON

How would I describe Linda-Marie
with words never written for a caring person? 
Kind, generous, responsive, courteous and lovable,
but many more qualities shoud be
attribuited to this extraordinary individual...
and I congratulate her for the battles she has won!
Mother of fine children, one fighting for this country:
Eric, the brave, young soldier defending our precious liberty!


How can I not be moved by what she writes?
Sometimes emotions become a well of tears...
as reality conveys much truth by proclaiming her a poetess!
Linda-Marie is a definite success, and one 
needs to ponder over those verses to understand her well.
She's never disheartned, always encouraging someone...
she has touched me deeply enough to call her a caring friend!
Thank you, Linda-Marie, for showing me where the road leads!


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School Days Sweethearts

This night i have had
This 7th November day
It's one of my best
I have to say

The occasion was
A birthday party
My son's girlfriend
A couple so hearty

Parents of this two
In tribute proud
On a Munro i would stand
And shout it out loud

Ann Marie, Murdo
Nicola and James
Proud parents we are
Of our sweetheart flames
 
To watch them grow up
Into the people they are
Bright lights in our lives
Our heavenly stars

To Leanne and Andrew
As i look back on this night
This November day
This world has done right

It has brought you together
As it has requested you be
No better couple has stood
In front of me



A few words from a proud parent to the
most wonderful couple, with all my heart




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


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Heroin

I am 18 years old
I just found out that I spend most of my time sleeping, 
I am obsessed with it. 
I have lived for 9,460,800 minutes
Most of which I waste on sleep
Sleeping is my personal heroin,
It lets my arms as a pair of wings  to fly me  to paradise.
When I want to escape from reality,    
I shoot it up my veins.

One day, my mom was chatting with her friends, 
When they discussed my studies, 
I looked down at my shoes while their children smiled smugly.
Their smiles struck my wings like lighting
The path to my paradise began to disappear 
I thought I could use my broken wings to open their eyes 
so that they would see my true face
But this was just my imagination
I needed a hit so bad that I slept for 3 days
Feeling likes a puppet, no pain as my strings are pulled
My dream leads me into that sense again,
I looked at their lips and heard their words, proudly I say to her friends, “I am better than your child.”
When I awake, I feel my emotions flood back to me stronger than before

When I was in high school,
I worked so hard but I still couldn’t achieve a score to be proud of
When I see my father’s rough hands, I am shamed by my B Grade Paper.
Then I begin to think what I can do for him, 
I ask: “DAD! Can I go to get a part-time job?

“No, getting back to your studies!”

I prepared to take another shot of heroin
To help me pretend as if nothing happened
I used to think that sleeping would solve my ailments
    But I realized 
I realized that I am escaping
   Like boxers hide behind their gloves 
Like timid warriors escape from the battlefields

These years, I am search in for peace
But opiate feeling blinds my eyes 


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MOM WHO AM I

Am I a duck that swims in the lake?  Am I a truck that has lost its brakes?  Am I a tadpole 
swimming upstream?  Am I the things at night that I dream?
NO MY CHILD
Am I a cat that meows out loud?  Am I that silent person in the crowd?  Am I that tree 
standing amongst other trees?  Am I those flying birds and the bees?
NO MY CHILD
Am I the rock that falls down hill?  Am I the person who pays all the bills?  Am I the sun that 
shines in the day?  Am I the stuff potters call clay?
NO MY CHILD
Am I never going to rise to the top?  Am I going only so far and stop?  Am I never going to 
strive to be all that I can?  Am I just running this race just to say that I ran?
NO MY CHILD
Am I going to stand if people treat me mean?  Am I going to remember that I am a King or 
Queen?  Am I going to take my place in life?  Am I going to grow up and have a husband or 
wife?
YES MY CHILD
Am I going to cry all the time?  Am I never going to dance when I listen to the chimes?  Am 
I like the rain that falls from the sky?  Am I like the desert that is very dry?
NO MY CHILD
Am I going to go to unknown places?  Am I going to win alot of races?  Am I going to fall 
down and get back up?  Am I going to have goodness fill my cup?
YES MY CHILD
Am I going to be all that I can be?  Am I going to treat people the way they treat me?  Am I 
going to seek wisdom when I can?  Am I going to grow up to be a Godly woman or man?
YES MY CHILD
I am going to remember familiar faces?  Am I going to be a Lawyer and try difficult cases?  
Am I going to love with all my heart and soul?  Am I going to love others when their love for 
me grows cold?
YES MY CHILD
Am I going to honor my mother and father?  Am I going to do it even when times get 
harder?  Am I going to have some bumps and bruises?  Am I going to travel on fancy 
cruises?
YES MY CHILD
Am I going to do the impossible things?  Am I going to do those things that the eyes have 
not seen?  Am I going to be successful and be at the top?  Am I going to keep trying and 
never stop?
YES MY CHILD


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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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Angel In Disguise

A woman had a child
The child was unexpected
The father wasn't happy
He did nothing but neglect it

The father up and left
After his little son was born
The mother cried in disbelief
Because her baby was deformed

The mother plead god with questions
Of why her son was struck with pain 
Yet every time gods answer was
"You'd still yet more to gain"

She never understood those words
Till her son had finally died
The boy she raised to be a man
Was an angel in disguise


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My lil man

The moon peeks thru my window
Looking to bathe me in its midnight light
We are one yet we are two
I feel you stretch inside my stretched out belly
Watch as your hand presses against your tiny home
I start to hum my mothers song and I can feel you shift
Perhaps to listen better I smile as the thought crosses my mind
You relax as I lay we lay watching the moon watch us
It used to be me against the world
Now its us against the world
But never fear
For i am near
And while im here
No harm will come to you my dear
My lil man my heart
Though you're still so small
And the world so big 
I'd face a thousand foes 
Smooth out a thousand woes 
Before letting you go.
Rocking in my rocking chair
I sit and dream of years to come
Your first christmas
First grade
Your second third and fourth girlfriends
The fifth scraped knee
Your sixth doctor visit
The seventh grade when you made the team
And the eighth when you almost quit 
Nine dozen late night conversations
And of course the 10 million kisses 
I just cant stop giving you
A lifetime of treasured memories just waiting to happen 
As I sit there rocking in my rocking chair
The moon peeking thru my window 
And your tiny movements 
As my heart beats with your heartbeat
And our hearts beat as one
My lil man


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Parent's Plea

Dear God
I pray they’re safe
When they are gone, in school
Let them know our love, come home safe
To us


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Dear Mom

I love you mom.
I wish there was a word to describe my appreciation.
But there’s not a word to compare
To my feelings that are really there.
I also want to thank you
Not just from a son but a brother.
I praise you as the greatest mother.
Growing up in near poverty,
Never doing without.
You passed that test no doubt.
For this I’m blessed.
Plus thru it all you never turned your back,
Really what more could I ask?
I love you mom
I have to say thank you for going above and beyond!!!!


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I Can't Do This Anymore It's Dragging Me Down

I just can’t keep “doing this” any longer! What am I doing? I began to wonder… This “sin” just keeps dragging me further down… What do I do? There’s no one around??? This “thing” has got a hold on me… I cry every night… I want to be FREE! I’ve tried and tried… But to no avail… Just when I think I have victory… I fail! I’ve read in scripture of a power that I haven’t seen. I read of a savior who can do ANYTHING! Why don’t I give him a try? I’ve nothing to lose! I’ve been so hurt, worn out and abused..… To you, dear Jesus… I confess my every sin. And can feel your love from deep within! Thank you Jesus! For giving me a joy I never knew… I don’t know where I’d be if not for YOU! You’ve brought to my life a peace I never had. For all you’ve done for me. I am so glad! Won’t YOU give your burdens to this one… I call friend? And experience the joy of being born again? Please come to him now. Why not this hour? And experience his life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton 01/17/10


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The Life Inside Of Me: My Blessing

Never thought a life of another would be growing inside of me 
It came as a surprise to me but a baby is not what I need
Abortion is never an option I see, adoption is not where my baby will be.
For the next 9 months it’s going to be you and me.
Having you nurturing inside of me will give me the strength to be strong.
At times I will break down and cry 
Other times my smile will shine.
I can’t wait to see you grow.
To see pictures of your fingers and toes.
You tossing and turning inside of me inflicts pain but that fine with me
Because that lets me know Mommy’s baby is okay.
As your body constantly grow
My stomach will start to show.
Our bond will get stronger and stronger
Seeing the features of your face will excite me 
Makes me wonder if you will have big brown eyes 
Or those of your father
It really doesn’t matter because I will see.
I wonder if you are a girl or a boy.
Will I buy blankets with pink flowers or blue trucks.
With you growing inside of me, I began to think of my importance
How you will be a blessing to me and how blessed I will be.
Months have passed and I can no longer fit my pants 
Stomach sits out big and far
I can’t but think there you are.
Can’t wait for you to be in mommy’s arms.
From here on out you are all that matters to me.


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The Missing Piece

She has always loved jigsaw puzzles
as far back as he can remember
she gets at least one a year
and leaves it on the kitchen table until it's done
she gets the 1000 piece puzzles now
her latest one is of lighthouses

They talk a lot on the phone
he started college a couple months ago
she loves to hear about his day
anything, everything he does
it doesn't matter what they talk about
because all she really wants to hear

is his voice

"I've been working on this thing since August"
he can tell she's really irritated
"1000 pieces, and I can't find the last damn piece"
he tries not to let her hear him chuckle
she has no idea how funny she is when she gets mad
it's November and after all the time she's put into it
she's sitting there on the other end of the phone
totally pissed because one piece is missing
"And it's right in the center where it's glaringly obvious"

When he walked in the door, he could smell the pumpkin pie
it was great to be home for Thanksgiving
he almost fell over when he came in the door
because she ran through the kitchen
and threw herself at him, laughing
and crying, and he spun her around

She's so happy he's home for a few days
he's going to help her put up the Christmas tree
just like they've been doing for years over the Thanksgiving holiday
she's also hoping she can talk him into steam cleaning the carpet
and replacing the balcony screen door

"Tomorrow I'm getting the turkey in early so we can eat by noon"
Any time was fine with him, as long as he can be here
"I'll make you a sandwich while you put your stuff away"
He walked past the kitchen table towards his room
"And if I'm lucky, maybe he'll find that damn puzzle piece" she mumbled under 
her breath
With his bag slung across his shoulder
He glanced at the jigsaw puzzle
"That's great" he thought to himself as he noticed

The center piece isn't missing anymore


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TREYVON

The love that made you was one deep and true
And our moments together only a precious few
I wish you was still here with me my dear
But I can’t change god’s plans for you I fear
Was he trying to spare you a life so unkind
Taking you out of my sight but never my mind
Still taking you from me was so unfair
My pain is still fresh as well as my despair
Son good-byes are always the hardest to say
I have no other choice, I have searched for another way
So no more will I question god’s will with why
I have to let you go my sweet baby boy good-bye!!


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Still In Love

Still In Love... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; “Not now son— I just don't have the time.” He said, “Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?” “Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?” My eyes choked with tears; “Yes son I really do!” “I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you.” “Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?” “Yes my son—my love for you will always belong.” I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my sons's eyes. He came running to me with his arms wide open. “Thank you daddy” were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton


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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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Mom

With pain, she brings a new life
Into this world
With pleasure, she protects the child
From this world
With patience, she guides her child
To live in this world


©2014 by Regina Riddle


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WHO Built YOUR House


This house of ours is “plain.” 
But is still standing.
We’re “simple folks...”
 By many people’s  understanding…

We may not have much of what is 
“socially appealing”…
But we have love in our hearts.  
And this is a good feeling!

We may not be “wrapped up” in much
 of this world’s entertainment.
But we seek God’s peace 
and a desire for contentment.

We, as a family, have one purpose
 and “calling” in mind.
To seek God’s ways of being
 merciful and kind…

Each day we pray with much
 thankfulness in our hearts…
For this is where happiness
 and gratitude starts!

We’re thankful to the Lord for
 his unfailing grace…
And for keeping us together
 in this special place…

We’re blessed to have a God who
 is truly worth finding.
His word in our lives is precious
  and worth memorizing!

“Unless the Lord builds the house,
 they labor in vain that build it!”
God must rule and reign…  
 So his love can completely fill it!

By Jim Pemberton  


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Lullaby

This little heart is soft, yet strong;
It's beating flows into a song...
A lullaby of wondering eyes
Which for the first time see the skies.

This perfect hand lies in my palm;
My soul is peaceful...and so calm..
This little body that I see
Becomes the biggest part of me.

A part a of long forgotten flame;
A part of love that turned to shame...
But I won't let it bother me,
I'll think of thing that yet to be:

First smile, so innocent and pure,
First steps, so short and insecure.
I see these eyes - they're full of shine!
This is my baby, it is Mine!

My second life has just begun,
I'm not alone, I've got my son.
My happiness is now complete,
Something that no one can defeat.

~*~

1999.


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Birthday Rose

Introduction: A mother is such a wonderful poetry...She is the compass and blessing for her children and no matter what, in our hearts - she's the rose that never dies.


The moment I first opened my eyes, I saw your glowing face in shine You took me in your graceful arms, And poured my life in peaceful charm You sacrificed more than I can count, To raise me and strengthen my ground Every time you heard me scream, You took off from your every meal You fulfilled all my needs and dreams, You mean the world and more to me A teacher, a playmate, An answer, a guide of fate You reach out and pull me back, Whenever I get lost off track You love me like no other, Words just simply can’t explain, you are the best mother With you I never pretend, by your values I transcend You help me get my courage tight, You aid me to my wisdom right You are my loving mother, Someone I have to share my thoughts Always you know, always you care, Always you feel, always you heal Your tender smile lights up my life, From doubts that keep me captive at night Forever in my heart, you reside You care so much and feel so deep, You’re just everything I need I’m above grateful to have you in my life, As every time I think of you, I always feel revived.


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O JOYFULL BELLS RING IN GLORY!

Many wonderful voices are heard...
the brighest star is seen;
o joyful bells ring in glory!
In the blue Heavens....see
the angels proclaim God's Word;
this night is cold for those 
sheperds watching their restless sheep
on the Bethlehem's hills.


A shining angel startles them,
as he tells them...the Child
prophesied long ago, 
has born! And that star will lead 
them to the manger, where He
sleeps so calm and mellow;  
doesn't Mary know that Her baby
will soon save Humankind?


O joyful bells ring in glory!
Let every angel praise
the glorious birth of a Prince,
who'll be the Sheperd of many...
whose hearts have longed for real joy!
O sweet child sent from God,
you've come to redeem the sinful world!
O joyful bells ring in glory!


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A poem for Ever

Her eye's bless me with tears. Her skin graces me with substance. Her hair is shimmering with the glint of sunlight coiled in it's curls. A voice of silence in all it's harmony pacifies my being, and for this I am thankful. This being she is is all I could hope to be. The kindness of her heart extends beyond any plane I know. Her message is truth in all of  it's forms. Her courage gives birth to compassion. This mother of light enraptures what Ever I am. A kiss from her lips calms the sea of my soul. What is this gift she gives my fears? Enlighentment is the road I follow in her pressence. A more peaceful being I do not know. So I thank whatever powers be, for the voice she helps me hear inside of me. So thank you for this blessing, this grace, this glint of sunlight, this voice of silence, this hope, this kindness, this message, this truth, this courage, this mother of enlightenment, this peace, this woman who is I AM.


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Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.


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PRIZE

Our souls were thrown together, though not wise
Oh that all wisdom's tether were demise
my hope flew on a feather, compromise
and ancients thought of whether was concise!

The win and lose of time, did realize
through love, and nurturing's rhyme, not criticize,
no guess work, no conspire, could fill with lies
the truth of hope's endeavor, failing tries . . .

Some losing, for the sake of others . . . prize!


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Goodnight Sweet Angel

Good night, sweet angel
And may your dreams be sweet.
I'll tuck you in warm and snug
On your soft flannel sheet.
Good night, sweet angel.
Close your pretty eyes.
Dream dreams of birds and bunnies
Under deep blue skies.
Good night, sweet angel.
Have a peaceful sleep.
We'll meet again tomorrow,
When the birds begin to cheep.


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An Adulterous Situation

An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn’t well “afford!” A “casual” encounter led to the marriage’s destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly “function.” How could this man think there’s “nothing wrong with it.” “It must be fine.” He thought. “everyone’s doing it!” Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn’t give us a “license to sin!” God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there’s something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He’ll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It’ll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton


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My Thoughts Are Not With You

Dear Jimmie, where ever you are,
I want you to know that I do fail to notice you by far.

You ill-treated me to no end when no one was there,
Around my mother or anyone you would not dare.

When I understood, I labeled as a coward at his best,
I often think about your anger towards me as you rest.

Praying to God about the son you left behind,
He turned out like you over a period of time.

Very abusive to women and others he meet,
??That devil??…I will defeat!

As I grew to understand that what you did was not cool,
Your intact being so cold and cruel.

Why were you so filled with rage I must ask?
Relationships…and marriages should be a Blessing and not a task.

I guess you never learned to love anyone you met,
A sadistic cycle…I am willing to bet.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my son with ALL of my heart,
Through my loving mother’s quest to help me with him, we grew apart.

Now born, living and descended from your evil soul,
An inquiry from him about you I pray remain untold.

“Rest In Peace” I would NEVER say to you…
The pain and hurt you caused me my mother never knew.

Seeing you again is certainly not something I wish,
Forgetting what you done is something I can not accomplish.

Because I see you in my son each and everyday,
I pray to God…that that vicious cycle will go away.

I will not say thank you for my son…because it was God
...and God alone,
I will love him dearly until I am dead and gone.

So again, as I live life I will continue pray…
to God that my son will change 1 DAY!!

Hell,is where you should be…
Thank God there was NEVER a you and me!

Your son's name is J***** jus' in case.
Again, I never hope to see you again face-to-face!

Seems your family tried to cover up why you took your own life,
But it came out that your father, abused you, G**** and your mother B*****, his first wife.

It sad to know that you were probably molested like[ our] son by YOUR dad,
When he died, I was not sad.

All I could think about was that he hurt everyone around him and you were the worst end result,
And  that he was born and raised to be a monsterous adult.

How for back in the family this abuse go,
With him gone, I guess we will never, ever know.

If you are listening from above,
The ONLY thing I regret is that you were never taught to love.

Sincerely Yours, "Jackie"


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Did The Lord Build Your House

  

This house of ours is “plain.” 
But is still standing.
We’re “simple folks...”
 By many people’s  understanding… 

We may not have much of what is 
“socially appealing”…
But we have love in our hearts.  
And this is a good feeling! 

We may not be “wrapped up” in much
 of this world’s entertainment.
But we seek God’s peace 
and a desire for contentment.

We, as a family, have one purpose
 and “calling” in mind.
To seek God’s ways of being
 merciful and kind…

Each day we pray with much
 thankfulness in our hearts…
For this is where happiness
 and gratitude starts! 

We’re thankful to the Lord for
 his unfailing grace…
And for keeping us together
 in this special place…

We’re blessed to have a God who
 is truly worth finding.
His word in our lives is precious
and worth memorizing! 

“Unless the Lord builds the house,
 they labor in vain that build it!”
God must rule and reign…  
 So his love can completely fill it!

 

By Jim Pemberton   
12/12/10



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Mothers Love

This poem was my son's favorite. My son was mowed down by a Coach USA Bus driver operating a NJ Transit bus Wednesday July 18, 2012. The bus was speeding as his back wheel jumped the handicap curb dragged my son 50 to 100 feet to his death. The bus was not charged with his death. He was set free. I am fighting for justice for my son Deshon Johnson. You can Google his name Deshon Johnson's petition on change.org. 

I like to dedicate this poem to my only child Deshon Johnson.


Mother’s Love

Draped in my affection safe and sound
protecting you from things that might
get you down.

Hurling through life’s obstacles may be tough 
to get around, but my maternal spiritual guidance 
will not leave you confound.
It will build you words of wisdom 
that will be profound, it will help you get out of 
any negative rebounds.
 
My prayers of peace 
will resound through your soul 
and stay.
So take my heartfelt expressions 
and treasure them every day.

Then you will see my advice 
would not lead you astray.
You are a precious gift from the heavenly sky 
and my unconditional love for you 
will never die.

When you live your life 
on trial and error, keep in mind 
my motherly devotion for you is forever.


No matter what, I will always be here for you with 
my eternal love, regardless; if I am on earth or in the
 heavens above.


To: Deshon 

With Love, from your mother! 


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Make Your Family FIRST


Make Your Family First! I know a person who had “a change of heart.” And very shortly his family “fell apart.” He was involved in doing “so many things.” He neglected the duty of what family brings! He became so involved in helping others… He neglected his wife and his kids’ mother! At first, he had the best of intentions… But failed to give his family any kind of attention! He was so busy, and away from home so much. It didn’t take long for him to be “out of touch.” Very soon he found his life “way off course…” And heading down the path of a divorce! He began to ask himself the question; “why?” As he began to hear all of his kids cry! Beyond all of the chaos and “chatter.” He decided that his family DOES matter! He quit doing many of the things he once did. And asked all of his family to please forgive! He’s now the kind of dad that he needs to be! And is with his family so faithfully! May this be a lesson and reminder to us all! How quickly we can get up. How quickly we can fall! May we put an effort into our family as number one! Every mom and dad! Daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton


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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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Message of Love

I will never leave you, beautiful mother of mine
My love is stronger than any measurement of time.
I may not have been on this earth, as long as you had wished
But I’m still here, right beside you, this is my gift.
So when you feel sad and lonely and think nobody cares
Have faith in those who love you, and our Spirits will be there.
Keep looking for that sign
I may send to you, from time to time.
A special memory, a song or a word that we knew
That may come, out of the blue.
Then you might think of me and know that I’m near
The mother I love and still hold so dear.





Written by
Vicki Darcy
2014.


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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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Whirlpool of Sorrow

Pulls the trigger…
Bang…Bang…Bang…
Blood and nothing else…
Screams, shouts, horns
Rain, wet, soaked

Ringing bell,
Cheerful faces full of hope
Colorful clothes, bags, umbrellas
 A worried look, anxious to get home

A cloaked figure 
With malicious gaze
At the passersby
Crawls into darkness

A ringing sound…
No movement, no answers…
Answer machine mourns
Over the sad message

A shaken figure,
With torn clothes
Holding the last drops of money
In her clumsy hands
Falls into a drunk pit
Calls out for her son

Knocks on the door…
No movement, no answers…
A piece of paper
Words shrouded in sorrow
Waiting to be read…

Cloaked figure reaching into his pockets
For the little pink and blue boxes
Tears the ribbon…
“Oh … a silver ring”
“Oh… a teddy bear”
The bear soon finds itself 
Lying on a pile of trash
The ring glowing in a shop window

The worried face reaching the doorstep
Afraid to knock
To enter
To call his mother…
A note awaits him
To take him deeper into 
Whirlpool of disillusionment

The shaken figure has managed to get up
Fumbles in the darkness of water
For her dropped coins

The cloaked figure is at home now
Stretching its evil feet on the sofa
In his cozy house there is fire
Dancing flames of warmth
Ensuring him of his happiness

The worried face is now drenched
Not with the rain but watery lavas 
Of his volcanic eyes

The shaken figure is on her way 
To her home
Where her son may be waiting
For bread and butter
Their royal food!

The worried face hears 
Knocks on the door
Rushes to see his mom
“How should I tell her?”

The shaken figure comes home
Only to see her son with 
A mourning look
No need to ask 
No need to say
Sorrow has devoured 
The only possession left to cherish
Family…


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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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First born

Joyous occasion was his birth as he was the first to give me the title of "Mom"
Obstinate in his teenage years he has become
Sarcasm is his wit
Each day brings something new
Phemonally smart is his gift
Hates to ever admit he is wrong

Really loves his video games
Oblivious to the workings of common courtesy no matter how hard I try otherwise
Baby he may no longer be but he is my baby just the same
Ever ready to be out of school
Really knows how to push my buttons
Takes too much for granted but he is still very special to me just the same


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Fourteen

Twisting, turning tearing apart
Your like a Tornado to my heart
Every time I pick up the peaces put them back
Here you come again with another attack

I can not forsake you
Or walk away
You are my baby boy in blue
I have to stay


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My Mister

My mister is so small still,
Cries for me when he falls off his bike.
Training wheels still in place,
He races down the sidewalk. 
Mario Andretti on two wheels.
And I race toward his tears, his little bleeding knees
From where I stood feet away on the grass.

And I want for him to slow down. 
But now the training wheels have been removed 
By his father when I was gone for an hour
For milk and cumin for soup.
And now he is popping the front tire 
And jumping curbs
Because he is truly amazing.
And I do a great deal of breath holding,
Atheist prayers to a nonexistent God
From where I sit on the front stairs.

And I want for him to simply slow down
As he races through the street,
Wheelies, look-ma-no-hands, side saddles.
And I have images of him crashing onto the side walk 
Cracking his head open, bleeding the pavement red 
Which he doesn’t do but which could very well happen
And I remind him of this risk 
With shouts out the screen door.

I want for him to wear the helmet
Which I provided for him and strapped under his chin
While he grimaced and pushed me away.
Hanging now by a nail in the garage
A relic of some time long forgotten
When I still hoped I could protect him.
And he just races away
And I stand looking out at him through the window
With no choice but to watch him go.


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When Life Get's TOUGH

I’m here to tell you that when “the going get’s rough…” A simple, “God bless you!” May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there’s “not a friend anywhere to be found…” Perhaps… Right now… You find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control… Things will never be the same! He’ll speak peace to the raging waters of life’s ocean… And will give to you… His 100% “love potion!” He’ll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He’s always there with you. You’re NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear… His perfect love will cast out all fear! He’ll pick up the pieces of life that are broken... As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken. He’ll do for you what no power or god can do… He’s here right now He’s waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton 04/26/11


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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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Dakota's Poem

I am finally home with you...
To show you Mamas love is true...
I love you my baby boy...
You fill my life with motherly joy...
I am sorry I had to work so many years...
I wanted to take away your fears.

Now you are eleven years old...
Your eyes tell the stories told...
You had me believing that Benjamin Franklin 
got eating after he died...
I really didn't know you lied...
So I had to read your book...
As you and Daddy smiled with a look.


You bring such smiles to my face...
I love you my son with all your grace...
When you sing to me I love to hear your song...
None of the lyrics seem to long...
You are my precious baby boy...
Thank you for bringing my heart such joy.


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For Paul

And you came to me on Easter
Like an angel sent from God
I didn’t see you, didn’t hold you
Procedure, nothing odd

I cried for you, I longed for you
To never know who I was
My giving you up, doing what’s best
It was all for a better cause

And she came to me, in the blackness of night
Try and fail, but don’t not try at all
I agreed and held you close
Then decided to name you Paul

I cried for you, I longed for you
To know the sacrifice I’d made
We would both give up so much in life
None for which I would trade

And everyday I think of you
How your life would be without me
Do you wish for more, wish for less
Hope to one of her three

I have tried so hard to protect you
From all of life’s broken dreams
But did you know on that glorious day
You saved my life, it seems

And I want to, need to tell you now 
Before it gets too late
You are my saving grace from God
Nothing short of fate


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Dear God I Don't Want To Be DEPRESSED Anymore

My mind seems to be going
 "in every direction."
I often wander if I'm going
 through a depression.

The people I once loved...
 I love no more.
Life seems to be so "dry."
Rather "a bore."

My life seems to be 
"turned upside down"
There's no one to help.  
Nobody around.

Will you... God... listen 
to my call?
And accept me... 
Faults and all?

I know that you're listening
 to my desparate plea.
To love someone 
as lowly as me.

Thank you Lord for 
helping me along.
In your arms of mercy... 
 Is where I belong!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


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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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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!!!


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RETREAT

Mother! Only a few, few days remain.
Worry not, I will return, return again
Like birds that in their nests do enter
Tearing the torturous traps of hunter.

I know each night you make extra meal
And wait in slight hope that I will, will
Come to eat supper being too, too tired.
But I am here so far, far away, starved.

Mother! I, I too linger for your affection
On the riverbed where lies my skeleton.
My two bony hands still, still, still seek
Your sacred feet that appears now bleak.

I will not go away from you again, again.
When you would sit solitary in the Eden,
Don’t think I have given you a new bluff.
Turning, you’ll find my face with laugh.


(In memory of freedom fighters in 1971 war. Many of them never returned home)


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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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Pointless, Worthless, War

Why do people have to die,
for something as stupid as war?
It's pointless,
It's worthless,
and causes nothing but pain.
There may be that moment,
when the victory is great.
But there's always after,
when the sorrow sinks in,
the tears fall,
and hearts break.
Fathers and sons are lost,
leaving wives and mothers behind.
Alone to grieve,
alone to weap,
and to scream at the sky,
despising to world.
It's something that she,
will never ger over.
That she lost her som or husband,
to the squables of countries.
There is no joy in this pointless bloodshed,
that causes nothinf but heartwretching pain.
It's pointless,
and it's worthless.
So why do so many hace to die,
for something as stupid as war.


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No Mommy

Sleep tight, 
Without fear, 
There are no monsters, 
Under here. 
No, mommy, 
They fill my head, 
When darkness comes, 
And I'm in my bed. 
Oh, child, 
How sweet you are, T
hat imagination, 
Will take you far. 
No, mommy, 
My dreams are true, I
f only, 
You had a clue. 
Darling boy, 
I see it all, 
Now go to sleep, 
I'll be down the hall. 
No, mommy, 
Why can't you see? 
In the end, 
You'll kill me. 
In a week, 
You'll be mad, 
And tell me, 
That I've been bad. 
You'll take a knife, 
Slit my throat, 
But in my dreams, 
I'll escape by boat. 
Oh, silly boy, 
The things you think, 
You can't escape, 
That boat will sink. 


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[her foreign language]

    her foreign language
rubbed my chest to 
empty my lungs of recent
smog. glazed eyes begging her
to close them.    to help.
     
         each word danced 
its rhythm, silhouetting
mockingbirds pace their
movement into my
ears. vulnerable lids try not
to shut.    makes it easier.

“And if that mockingbird   
don’t sing  ”     ()

               she promised a lot. promised to
show me what it feels
like to smile. that lobe to 
lobe smile.   and she worked to 
keep it.

                     she worked a lot. lived by
paper week to week. but
we didn’t notice when
she cuddled next to the cold imprint
where he, where we, where I
used to sleep. we didn’t notice her
tears either. we were already
taken away by her song.

    she cries a lot now. sixty minutes,
half-a-state from embrace. her song, 
still as mystical as years back, when my feet 
reached three squares down. mystified.

          still, through distant words I 
 need her song to put me to 
sleep. to fill my lungs with life. and
grace me with smiles only deserved
for a son.
     for her little man.
    for her only man.


“ Hush little baby don’t 
say a word       ”    ()








()->  traditional verse


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The Calling Sun

These walls are blinding,
Holding no reflection, 
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.

These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.

Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
Day breaks, the sun is rising,
A little boy calls for his mother to come home.


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A Diamond for Mom on Mother's Day

How many springs that bloomed and withered like flowers?
How many winters that came and melted in front of me?
How many summers that burnt my skin and dried the land?
How many autumns had covered the front door with leaves 
that crackle, when you stepped-on, rushing to kiss me?

I’m a grown man 
now, early-forties. Yet, 

I still remember well what I wore on my first day of school;
It was not signature, nor a famous Armani brand; but 
a hand made barong, sewn to fit me.
You slaved yourself over it, so that neighbors 
won’t tease me, half-naked going to school.

I also remember when I held your worn hand in mine 
to compliment you; and you looked straight into my eyes, 
bluish---like the color of the sky over us. You smiled.
The warmth of your hands still lingers on my body,
mingles with the sweat of your blood that runs thru my veins. 
At that moment of time I knew, my life’s filled with love.

To you, my beloved Mom
Happy Mother’s Day! 

Here, I brought a basket of apples, your favorite 
which I picked from our grove---at the back garden.
Let me cut this red one, for you, and I’ll show… 
the star---the symbol of my past and my future. A great star. 
Mom, only these I’ve for you, fruits of my hands, not diamond.

My precious son, red or green apple, Californian or not, is fine
with me. And, I don’t need diamond, for I already have one 
since nineteen hundred and sixty-seven, the year when I saw 
the cockcrow and dusk, finally, met that caught me, by surprise.
 


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The Ultimate Sacrifice

A nineteen year old man jumped in front of a gun to save his mother.
He took two bullets for his parent because he sure does love her.
Luckily, that brave young man survived but he almost paid a deadly price.
He loves her so much that he was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.
The love he has for his mother is beautiful, that can't be denied.
The gunman decided to turn the gun on himself and commit suicide.
That man became a hero when he saved his mom, he thinks the world of her.
It's heart-warming to know that such love exists between a son and his mother.

(This is a true story)


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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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father paint me a rainbow

A seven year old boy and his father are going away for the weekend. 
The father notices the look in his young sons eye, when he tells him they are going hunting. 
The sparkle of adventure that captures his eye, roaring in like a lion.
The energetic pumped up child so eager to go. The boys father gives his mother a kiss as
he always did as the two of them leave the house, she watches them load up the truck with
everything that is needed to make this an unforgettable trip. The father and son sit there
with their riffles loaded and ready to go. The wind blows through the young body of the
boy as it rattled the leaves on the tree, on this cold crisp October morning. The son
looks at his father and asked What is the meaning of life? The fathers look and expression
was speechless and he did not know what to tell his young son who was full of like and
needing to understand. All the father could think of to say was you'll find out someday
when you are older. 
Your answers will be painted like a red, blues and yellow rainbow. When the time comes
you;ll understand what all the colors stand for. A father and son go on a hunting trip
years later as an old man and now grown with a family of his own. Nothing had changed
between these two men even years later. The same two men sat under the same tree where
they had carved their initials into. The son turns to his father and says "I know what the
meaning of life is!" 
For my wife and kids are the red, my job sand friends are the blue and you and mother are
the yellow. You guys gave me life, put me on the earth to find out for my self that my
rainbow is painted forever in my heart where it can grow.  

cory long


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~*~My Mother In-Law~*~

My mother in-law is a wonderful person.
She treats me good and tells me all about her son. 
She said that she hopes the best for us. 
That she hopes we last long and someday get married.
I love hearing her say that. It tells me that I have her approval. 
She even told me that the reason she tells me about her son 
is because she sees me like her daughter and I take that to the heart.


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MOM FIRST

Pulled in two
Not sure what to do
One a friend and lover
The other I am his mother

How do you take sides like that
Him calling my son a brat
No I wont see it his way
I wont give in not today

My baby may be hard to deal with at times
But you know what he is mine
I did not ask you to be his dad
And if you can not deal and have to go I wont be sad

My boys are first no matter what you see
If you try to make me choose you will be set free
I do not have to have a man in my life
I had one like you that why I am a ex-wife

So do not push me or try to pull me apart
Cause I love my boys with all my heart
If you care at all you will understand 
So please do not try and force my hand

You say that you love me 
And happy is all you want us to be
Well darling see here is the deal
First I am a mother than a woman that real

I will not play games with my kids hearts
Its them not you who keep my world from falling apart
So if you love me they come to
If not than sorry I do not need you 


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Our Heavenly Father's Love


Our Father's Love... Many don't think about their heavenly father's love. And forget about his mercy, grace and love. That day when God's son was to die. His tender heart begin to bleed and cry. The wondrous love that God demonstrated. A plan of salvation has been orchestrated. Are you of the many who follow him? Where you can find an atonement for your sin. He patiently waits for you this very day. And loves you much more than words can say. This moment in time... With your heavenly father can be spent. Lay your every burden at his feet. And repent. Though your sins be as black as scarlet... They can be white as snow. His precious blood can wash you clean and make you whole! You will walk away from guilt and shame. The day you bow and call on Jesus' holy name! By Jim Pemberton


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THE MISSING -- FATHER'S SON

Joseph-----born in October 1994—to your Mother and her family.
When I collided with your Mother—in 1993—all she was-
absence for------was you!
All she would declare is---She needed a child to complete her- 
A Son or Daughter ----that did not matter to her!

If this echo is all too familiar--- I assure you--- it is NOT!
You see --my dearest Joseph --you are THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
You have only known one view of this great epic —But--- today—you 
will hear of THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
Forced by your Mother and her family to NEVER--- have communion 
with you!

Given your Mother’s madden name at birth--- you lived in her- 
universe.
Unable to communicate with the out-side world--- forced to never-
have communion ---with me--- MY ONLY SON!!
You see my dearest Joseph--- you are THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
Only one BEING would know my PAIN--- without you-- MY ONLY 
SON!!

It would seem some evil force be-hide the whole perplexity.
You force by your mother and family---- into--- a fatherless child’s-- world
Me forced to live with-out----- my only Son—which cause YOU to be-
THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
I am sure reality has been restrained from YOU-----your entire life.

 Only one BEING would know my PAIN--- without you-- MY ONLY 
SON!!
But---- HE sent HIS-- only SON to the CROSS--- To die for you and me.
Beaten, bruised, tormented and Crucified----beyond recognition---for OUR SINS!!
ALL THANKS be to HIS Heavenly Father----because with-out HIM---
you would not have a Padre.

You see --my dearest Joseph --you are THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
If some evil force is present—he would know that the HEAVENLY—
Father is your father ------after all.
Because HE -----and HE alone ----can only be a Father to the 
Fatherless.
I leave with you my final plea—you would KNOW HIM as your- 
DADDY!!

By: WEM/MEW/EWM/EMW















 



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Flee Immorality And Seek God's Purity



Flee Immorality And Seek God’s Purity! God’s word says to “flee from sexual immorality.” And to seek HIS wholesomeness and purity! It reminds us that our flesh “wars against our soul.” From every temptation, we must let go! With each day, there’s a battle that rages on… It’s a battle for doing what is right or wrong! God’s word must be the moral compass for our direction. We need to seek his word for much needed correction! We need to present our lives as pure to God above… And seek to be filled with his goodness and love! We need to be filled with things virtuous and good. We ought to live as a follower of Christ should! We must run fast from the “sinful traps” we encounter! We need to seek his holiness, majesty and power! God wants for each of us HIS very best! All ungodly things in our life need to be “put to rest!” God’s will in each of us, needs to be our goal! For only Jesus can truly make us complete and whole! Why not allow God’s to give you peace and contentment? And give him your life with a 100% commitment? By Jim Pemberton


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One of many loves.....

Smooth talker he can be but genuine he is
Talented more than any other I know
Endured more than any child should have to ever endure
Vexed he is because all he wants to do is come home
Ever ready to defend his family more important his mother
Needs to know that he is loved beyond all imaginings

Makes mistakes but can learn his lesson much more easily than others now
Imaginative and inventive, he can always think his way out of anything
Creativity has gotten through where nothing else has
Hot headedness he has learned to control...to a point
Always brings special joy to me as he is my son
Every day I want him back home where he truly belongs
Lost without my young man here...he is truly missed and loved


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Little Children

Children are precious blessings to us all
When they're scared, it's for us they call
They trust us completely without a doubt
They have no idea what betrayal is about
They look to us for structure, safety & love
Not to belittle, hit, push, hurt & shove
Mothers love your children, please I beg you
Don't leave them wondering what to do
Teach them about love, life, sorrow and grief
Never give up, instill in them pure belief


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Dual Failings

The sins of the father 
Are visited upon the son
But the failings of the mother 
Come calling as well.

I hear the blows land 
From down the hallway
Helpless to intervene
Powerless to prevent them.

One decision from the past
Haunts everyday.
Reiterating my dual failings
As both a mother and a daughter.


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I Pray For My Children

 

I Pray For My Children… As a parent, having raised my kids.. I wanted to be a good example in how I lived. Disappointments and failures… I’ve had my share! I still love them and will always care! I didn’t want to “run away,” like many do… I want to be there to tell them; “I love you!” I did my best to give them a God given dedication… And to help them in a Bible based education. Now the years have passed and my kids are grown… Very soon, they’ll all be out of the home. I pray for God’s blessing in their days ahead. May the Bible be their source of “daily bread.” I pray that the Lord will guide their every step… May a love for God in their hearts be kept! Lord, please keep them from evil and harm… And keep them safe and secure in your arms! I pray that one day in heaven, I will see.. All my kids with me... For eternity! By Jim Pemberton


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RUNNING TOWARDS THE WIDEST OCEAN

I was barely nine or ten beginning to feel emotion 
when I started to run as if chasing a balloon
flying towards the widest ocean
of deep blue with clouds drifting by too impossible to reach...
while my memory recalled another, peaceful noon
spent on the quitest, prettiest beach.
 

I walked and stomped on jellyfish
thinking they would sting me first;
mama constantly warned me to keep away from them,
and ignoring it, I kept on burying then in the hot sand,
but mom yelled, " Son, you are a cruel boy...you think they don't hurt,
these are creatures of the sea surviving in tough waters since birth."   


I nodded with that expression of boyish innocence suffocating a scream,
making believe to obey and defiantly planning a scheme 
that would have made her cring and running towards the widest ocean,
I fell into the prestine sand I screamed as if I were in extreme pain.
" Mom, they have stung me! Take them back into the water! 
Poor mama, she fell for my scheme getting up from her confortable chair!  


Enered in Francine Robert's contest,
" Blue On Blue On Blue "
Topic: Beach


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TREYVON ANTHONY FAVORS

Two hearts came together to beat as one
Real love that overflowed producing a son
Every fathers dream, every mother’s true joy
Years we spent wishing for a precious boy
Vulnerable and innocent you had a certain charm
Only I couldn’t protect you keeping you from harm
Now two hearts ache, an unyielding pain

Absorbed in our grief almost going insane
No pain is like the one losing you brought
The reasons god took you was all that we sought
Heaven cradles our baby in arms full of love
Only ours are now empty unlike the angels above
Not once did our baby ever open his eyes
Yearning to hear, but yet knowing he wouldn’t cry

Forever that day’s memory will be vivid in my mind
Always haunting us, wondering if relief we will find
Visions of his lifeless tiny body upon his birth
Only made me take note and total my true worth
Regretting our first good-bye is also our last to you
Son your forever in our mind, and in our hearts LOVE IS TRUE

                                                    


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Now A Man

I am blessed she tells herself,
her heart bursting with pride.

Through mascara drenched tears,
she feels overwhelmed with love.

He did it, she whispers softly.
My baby, my life, my gift from above.

As her heart races, she beams from within.
This beautiful,  precious life I created,
you are my joy, my happiness, my purpose for living.

She recalls smiling, his first wobbly steps,
his first day of school, his first heartbreak.

He looks so handsome in his pristine uniform,
his shoes so polished,  white gloves, first time worn.

My beautiful baby, my handsome son,
please be safe, please stay strong.

Carry with you your convictions, and always my love,
stand tall, be brave, hold your head high above.

As he walked over for one final hug,
she held him tight; hearts beating as one.

As he turned away without hesitation,
she prayed the Lord would keep him safe.

For at this moment,
though she could hardly stand,
his life was his own;

He was now a man.


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Wounded

Lonely and alone, single now with the children my only comfort and yet a reminder.
The divorce a tug of war between me and her for what once was mine, I thought.
My heart lies languid and still a deep dark mountain pool, without flutter or ripples.
The waves and white water emotions will come flooding in after dark.
Our little ones must not glimpse in me the ugly cuts and scars of your infidelity. 
 I force myself into our once cramped now too empty bed.
 I can now cry quietly in solitude for love and affection like a wounded animal.
I silently scream to be touched, to be reached for, and to be desired.
I miss you I still love you I would forgive you I still want you, Joe where are you?
I hide in the shadows of my despair, dream of killing her, torturing painfully and slowly?
I’ll be gouging out her eyes with one degrading glare a smile and a snicker.
I’m gutting her slowly with only the nightly beckoning of my little finger.
A tryst in the Sykes parking lot in the back seat of our car inches from your son’s safety seat.
Pass a silent gift a potential killer and ruin her womanhood and child bearing potential, almost taking her life.
Rip apart her family with whispered AM phone calls and PM come hither stares.
Strip her self-esteem and ego depositing them without remorse in a blender set to puree.
I would do to her all that she has done to me and more, I am lonely, alone, single now and only them to thank.
  

                                                                 Summer Gratias


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' The Baby-Talk Song ...'

‘ The  Baby-Talk  Song … ’


It’s Been 30 Years Ago …
But the Memories are Starting To Flow
Going Thru These Newborn Clothes …
Oh … How Fast Children Grow

You Were A Beautiful – Baby Boy !
That Teething Cat, was Your Favorite Toy
You Were Precious to Your Dad and Me
As Was Your First Words … in The Nursery
goo-goo  ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo  ga-ga    Ma-Ma

We Tried to Get You to Say It Again
So We Could Bragg to All Our Friends
You Were The Apple of Our Eyes
Going:   goo-goo   ga-ga

We Loved to Hear Your Baby-Talk
Especially … at Your First Baby-Walk
Going:     goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

… Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears …
Always, Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say

… New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since:   goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

When ol’ Burke, was Put to Sleep
You were so Hurt, You wouldn’t Speak
I Said:  ‘Don’t Be Afraid To Cry …
‘Cause I’m … goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

And The First Time You Came Home High
Hanging with the Wrong High-School Guys
Daddy Explained, it to You Best …
He Helped You Get Out of Your … Mess
He wasn’t Shame and Here’s Why …
‘Cause He’s …  goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da

Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears
Always Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say …

New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since …  goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

… Pa Took Pictures of Bride and Groom
You Held Her, Like Your First Baby-Spoon !
… Now, Today … Our Family Gathers ‘Round
Overjoyed … At Your Baby’s Sounds …

goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma
goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma


for: ('Great' Aunt –(smile) Carolyn Devonshire… 
Who just told me she’s doing 
Baby-Care Duty for Newborn in Family
A Precious Time Indeed
… I Dug This One Out (smile)

                 MoonBee


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Padded cell

He can drive me crazy
Sometimes he is so lazy
He is disrespectful and rude
Never get enough food

He is thirteen 
A high strung eating machine
However He is also my baby boy
At night he still sleeps with his stuffed toy

So yes sometimes I am lost and scared
Cause with a teenager my life is shared
But I will do what all moms do 
Put up with the teenager who should by all rights live at the zoo

If you have one you know what I am saying is true
If not than lucky for you
And those moms with little one beware
The teenage years have to be handled with care

You will go crazy with worry and stress be put to the test
And you will have days that are the best 
Just remember that they are still your little angels
Just now they have horns to hold up their halos

But do not let me scare you please do not despair
They do make great coloring for the gray in your hair
But don't think when nineteen hits you are though
I am thirty four my mom says I give her gray too


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After All These Years Still IN LOVE

Still In Love...
My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”

He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”

“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.

He came running to me with 
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.

I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.

I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


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We're Greatly Influenced By Society


We’re Greatly Influenced By Our Society We’re greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of “varieties.” Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another “source.” Too often, many in society have “confused” minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another “confused” mind has to say. “Where did this person go wrong?” Is wondered. Another family or person is “torn and plundered.” “If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways.” “I will heal their land!” This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life’s attention. We’re sure to go “off course.” Into the wrong direction. “There is a way that seems right.” “But the end is death.” This is a truth of God’s word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton


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The Mother

Sad hands
soft sighs
Felt a loss
Her son away now flies

Alone and feeble
A scrapbook on her lap
Reminiscing
Because she can't get it back

Elementary Photographs
2nd grade
Proud of the Boy
And the progress that he made

High school Basketball
6ft 7inches tall
Mom took a picture
Forever displayed on Bedroom Wall

Son moves away
Just got married the other day
The mother called
Two voices had a lot to say

Missing Boy
Now D.A.
Time is gone
Then is Yesterday


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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


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Dear Mother (change the e to a u)

Dear mother, can you remember me
here a clue my name begins with d
the one you left so you could be free

Try to explain, you’ll be told
TO FECK UP

Thou in life I have failed
at least I tried, you fecking bailed

Dear Cathy, do you like to joke?
I do allot, but it’s a cloak
cover all feelings, emotions broke

Try to explain, you’ll be told
TO FECK UP

Thou in life I have failed
at least I tried, you fecking bailed

Dear miss Scott, I’m not unreasonable
I’m sure you were unstable
i always deal with what on my table

Try to explain, you’ll be told
TO FECK UP


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A Visit by the Mother-in-Law

A Visit by the Mother-in-Law

By Elton Camp

My mother-in-law lives in another state
Her annual visits I most intensely hate
For her daughter, I wasn’t good enough
So, from the old crone I get lots of guff

“To Mother you better be nicer this time.
She will regret calling you a ball of slime.”
Unless wife I obey and welcome the grouch,
Then for two weeks, I’ll sleep on the couch

So I did everything that my wife had asked
My welcome of Mom Bea was unsurpassed
I had a vase of flowers waiting in her room
And I was careful as to how dress and groom

I made sure the yard was all mowed and neat
And practiced the best way our guest to greet
Nothing at all must go wrong on this trip
I was determined not to make a single slip

“Come in, Mother Bea, and stay a long while.
Your visits are welcome and make me smile.”
But I will admit that it almost made me gag
To have to talk so sweet to that mean old hag

“Son, I am so glad to learn you feel that way.
I feel ashamed and don’t know what to say.”
I told her that the problems we had had before
I’d see that they never will happen any more

Our four-year-old son from his room came out
To see just what all the friendly talk was about
“Hello there you sweet little dear, Gram is here.
Into this dismal home you do bring such cheer.”

Joey then ran over and climbed up into her lap
Around him, Mother Bea her arms did wrap
Our son looked at me and so loudly he calls
“You’re right, Dad, she smells like mothballs.”


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A Year Gone By

Has it really been a year gone by
Watching the flame of
The single candle on your cake you try
I think back on the year gone by
From hearing it’s a girl
To holding you in my arms
I don’t know who’s grown more
You or I
I remember when your eyes first opened
Wondering what it was you saw
The first time you smiled
I was wrapped around your finger
A year gone by of late night feedings
When I laid you to your mother’s breast
The times you needed changed
The times you needed held
The times you simply slept
I remember them all through the blur
Of the year gone by
I remember when you first left your mother’s breast
When you first tried to touch you knew not what
The first time you giggled
Your shock when you first rolled over
How quickly you learned to crawl and explore
So many things you did I remember
But my fondest memory of the year gone by
Is how I’ve learned to give love
And set aside myself
For someone much more special than I
Has it really been a year gone by

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill
As the lead single it comes with a music video viewable at
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlWpKk_J2bA


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Mothers, Sons, Drugs, and Rum

Death's a bitch,
I was cheated by wrath,
Don't follow my path, 
No matter the itch.
I'm protecting you,
From the events to come,
Mother, please listen,
Put down your rum.
Dad always said,
To love and learn.
I'm your lesson,
I'm your happiness,
I'm your cries,
Your constant yearn.
We'll get through this,
As we always did,
Just when Dad left us,
I was only a kid.
Worry not Mother,
All will be swell,
Do it for me,
Life is yours,
Time will tell.


Details | I do not know? | |

DO NOT WORRY

 Do not worry
my unknown son, 
for GOD has a plan for us we shall overcome

 Do not worry 
my unknown son,
for tomorrow has many days,
you and I will stand up and give GOD
praise

 Do not worry
my unknown son,
for with GOD nothing can stand in our way
no waiting on lines, no delay

 Do not worry
my unknown son,
for tomorrow I will see you protecting
you from all evil in clear view who may want to 
pursue.

 "Do not worry"
Lord, is what you say please give me
the strength to protect my son today.


Details | Free verse | |

Late

Here in my driest days
I can’t complain
Holding on 
To a piece of home 

How late my brother sings

As I wash my face
I put my hands in place
Inside my window pane
A perfect picture plain

How late my mother sings

How I wonder when
If when, this season ends
As I sip from my coffee cup
This fragrance loses touch

How late my brother sings

Up and down 
These county roads
Snowflakes tease
My driest palms
Within your hands I place 
My purity as a man and race

how late my mother sings

"songs from insomnia"


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother

"God is mother in a childs eyes."
Thats what I have always been told, But what is a child in their mother's eyes?
A child is; life, love, and Everything.
From the day she first holds her child to the day she lets them go into the world alone.
The child is what keeps her going, what motivates her to live.

If a mother loses her child she loses her reason to go on, even knowing that the child
would want her too. She knows she cant...Not without them.


Details | Epic | |

Their Eyes

They are a prize
To encounter or find
When chance gives you their eyes
You can glance at a beautiful mind

They love without care
To any and all
Heart on their sleeves they wear
Bravery never to fall

Their laugh can light
Through a thousand years of pain
Giving hope for those who fight
For happiness and love to gain

Small as they may be
But just as strong
We give the world for them to see
For they’’ strive for what’s right and wrong.

01/19/08
A.B.


Details | I do not know? | |

Stress and Pain

One big happy said fairytale
Take the pain and no gain
Take the slights and not retribution
Take it all in without an out.

Exploding from the inside out
In silence, crying, hurting, writhing in pain and misery
Never knowing what it’s like to be just okay
Never knowing what it’s like to have love unconditional

Hated and revered 
Don’t show them the pain 
They don’t understand,
You are the one that is in wrong. 

Take it all 
Deal with it
Live with it
It’s your fault he’s like this

You carried him
You made him the way he is. 
Deal with the pain and suffering
Deal with the stress and the dirty looks

It’s always your fault 
No one else’s 
You should know that by now. 
Take you punishment and like it

God’s listening but this is his plan
Pain and suffering for those that screw up
No love for those that dare to be of a different mold. 
No salvation for the wicked souls of men

Shut it up 
Swallow it down
No one cares
No one’s around

No tears will make a difference
No whining will help the cause
No yelling will change people’s minds
No matter what you do you won’t be accepted


So….why try? 
Be yourself no one else
If they don’t like to hell with them
To hell with you and your self loathing


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The Complications of a Son

Correct me if I’m wrong but is not love built on trust?
And if love is built on trust, do you trust me?
God teaches us to look past ones actions,
Yet you continue to judge.
I work so hard for a sliver of your approval,
Only to be crushed by my own imperfections.
If you have taught me one important thing,
It is this:
You are my mom,
Not my friend.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Joy of a Beautiful Baby Boy


You Now have your beautiful baby boy,who
fills your hearts with joy.
He is you beautiful baby boy, you give all the love
in the world to him as he is more precious to you
than life itself, you will treasure your beautiful
baby boy forever.

He brings delight to our sight  to see your beautiful baby boy
you love and cherish him and care always for him and him alone.
You will be the bestest parents this I know as you have so much to
give him and more. 

You beautiful baby boy Ryan is his name and he has everything to gain
as he is your main priority he is your special baby boy who will 
always be your little bundle of joy as he is your beautiful baby boy.


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The giant fades

He was a giant six foot three
To his son a tiny boy me
I would stand tippy toe
Just to be four feet beneath his nose

Tough and ruff his generation was old
Strong and right he was bold
Dominated mother sisters and me
He ruled his castle forcefully

He beat me to show love
He scolded me to teach love
Fear in a little ones heart
Simmers into hate the fear departs

Distant we became
Relationship of father and son were strain
But sick mother brought us together again
Helping her helped us to be friends

Than Alzheimers came and stole his mind
And the big mad giant faded into time
His mind became mild
He was a gentle soul with a soft smile

Old and gentle he became meek
The old giant was now weak
Happy in his little world
I kept him safe in his little world

His clouded mind made mine clear
He was my father my daddy dear
Life is sweet and time is short
Bitterness and anger only distort

To forgive is divine
Because in forgiveness you win time
Time to share time to live
Time to love and time to give

Did the giant grow small?
Or did the son grow tall?
What is in the past is pass
Now is here let it last

Honor thy mother and father
Honor thy mother and father
Forgive and forget
Live love end regrets

Softly he is a shade of life
Soon to join his departed wife
Shorter are his days
The giant fades


Details | I do not know? | |

Baby Momma

Yes I am a baby momma and damn proud of it. 
My baby's father is a piece of ish. 
If you can't help me raise our child, 
it's on you because you miss out. 
I won't cause you no drama, 
coming to your house breaking windows and stuff. 
I'm too much of a woman to start that kind a stuff. 
You come to my house 2 & 3 in the morning wanting to see your son, thinking 
you gonna get some butt. 
No, baby I don't think so. 
I won't let you treat me like some scrub. 

I am a baby momma hear me roar. 
I take care of mines on my own. 
I don't need nobody's help when it comes to me and my son. 
My baby's daddy don't want nothing to with his son until he wanna impress some 
gold digga. 
I ain't gonna let you use my son as no chick magnet 
It ain't gonna happen. 
When I was pregnant you was so happy. 
Then when our son was born you headed for the door. 
When you walked out on me, you walked out on your son. 
You run around telling people that he ain't your son, you ain't got no kids. 
Your momma say my son look just like your big head. 
She even took a DNA test to prove it, 
since you ain't believe me. 
When I got with you I was virgin & I finally let it go & gave it to you. 
Giving you me I recieved a gift, that gift is our son who you deny. 
You only seen him one time. 
If you don't wanna be there for him, I'll take both roles of being his mother & 
father. 
I can't promise I'll do a good job as being a good father but I'm a damn good 
mother! 
I'll be a better father than you'd ever be. 
I'm a baby momma & damn proud of it. 


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THE SENDING saying goodby as teen leaves home

THE SENDING

The Teen, smiles 

with bag in hand, tickets for escape
       Anxious to stand in another hall
       Anxious to eat the junk of college life
       Anxious to sleep in another bed
       Anxious to discover the embrace of sweeter younger arms

The Parent, smiles

with bittersweet baby memories flashing, Fear choking words, Stoic shake of hands
        Anxious

  











Details | I do not know? | |

Still at This Time---Mystery

As I went to my sons school
I entered into to go speak 
with one of his teachers 
as I had checked in
and went along the hall
to where my son teacher was
as I done so....

As a woman appoached me
then she spoke and told me to stop... 
Stop right there... 
Startled me...
As I stopped I turned around
Then she said... Young lady 
Where are you to be???
You are skipping Class...
You need to come with me...
Right Now!!!

I smiled and then said...
I am sorry but you have mistaken me
I am actually a parent 
I am here to see my son and his teacher

She then looked at me...
and said... as laughing in the air..
she said... that is a good one..
Now... Come with me..
I am taking you to the Principles office

I thought and then said..
oh... no your not...
Then she said... Oh...Yes I am..
then she called on her radio..
then some others.. men came
Then she said... 
Please Escort this young woman to Principles office

I could not believe my eyes...
I then pulled out my ID...
But she said... She still didn't believe me...
For tis I must have made the ID
Very Tricky...

So we all went to the Principles office
There I had a Very hard time
Proving I was not a Teen...
I had to get my son out of Class
to verify who I was...
As well again displaying my ID..

I can not believe...
as Still in this time
is the same... 
I no longer go to my sons school
Unless I have an apt.... 

As many say... I look so young..
I not know why... 
my looks have not changed
but I myself... am grown
I am not that old 
But nor am I that young

As I always must explain...
I am not a Teenager...
I am an adult
I am a mother
I am maybe what tis be
a young grandmother 
I am a Woman... of Christ...

God has His Reasons
Why... I still be looking young
As many state a Teenager... 
Even in the Schools 
of my daughters and son

As many of my friends 
ask me... what tis my secret
how do I stay looking so young
Tis is crazy... for tis 
as I say... a mystery

But tis I must say... tis quite embarressing
for me and my children..

As God's Wills so shall be
but tis a True mystery to me....
For way I see.. tis be
As With God... is the Fountian of Youth

Come to Jesus...
For With God.. All things are possible


Details | I do not know? | |

MOTHER'S EYES

Mother’s eyes peer at her books everyday
Mother’s eyes spot the messes on my clothes
Mother’s eyes get me in trouble for the messy room
She says, “Paul, it is cold outside,
Make sure you bundle up.”

Mother’s eyes see past the skin
Mother’s eyes comfort the pain from the scratch
Mother’s eyes decorate the house and yard
She says, “Dinners ready!” 
And we all come to see her masterpiece

Mother’s eyes show love 
Every time I come home from school
Mother’s eyes show cheer
Every time I play ball
Mother’s eyes comfort
Even when I beat her in memory
She says, “I am just getting warmed up
I will get you next time.”

Mother’s eyes have always been there
From north to south
Right by my side
Mother’s eyes will always be there
Right with me by my side
That is why I love mother and her eyes


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A Better Tomorrow

Since we were young hes always been the one the families all seen it hes ur favorite son he can go to rehab and get in trouble to he can do what he wants but thats okay with you im sorry im not his daughter im sorry you hate me so much im sorry im not perfect i rather not keep in touch although u may deny it deep down you know its true everyone else sees it why can't you see it to i didn't mean to take advantage im depressed all the time although you may not see it faking a smile is my crime of all the *****i've been thru and all the *****you have done i thought that you would be there but no your there for your son if i could have a wish him i would come from cause maybe then you would love me and i wouldn't feel so dumb you may read this note and you probably will get mad but now you know my pain and you would know my heart is sad all i wanted was for your love and your blessing to but theres not enough room for me cause hes your favorite son its true so im erasing you from my life im going to try to move on cause this pain i feel is real and i just want it gone so farewell to you mother i hope you have a great life i hope your man is the one maybe you'll be his wife but your just a distant memory a shadow from the past was it all worth it the hatred spell you cast although i shed my tears i wipe them away with sorrow maybe i'll be someones favorite i hope for a better tomorrow


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Dear Lord Please Cleanse My Mind

Im alone now... the family's 
gone to bed.
sinful thoughts have 
entered my head

I don't know which
 direction to turn.
My mind feels like a fire... 
"ready to burn."

"Jesus help me!" is 
my cry and prayer.
I know you listen and 
you care!.

I don't want to think on thoughts
which trap and allure.
But to memorize God's word--
so holy and pure!

God's word is a light unto my feet...
 a lamp unto my path.
By HIS word directing me--
I'll avoid God's wrath!

Thank you Lord for being patient, 
loving and kind.
And thanks for giving me more
 of a Christ-like mind.

Your loving kindness has 
now filled my soul.
And by your word... my mind's 
been made whole! 

By Jim Pemberton
2007


Details | Free verse | |

BOYS

When they are little they make such a mess
Then they get big and cause such stress
Why do we love them so much one might ask
Because they love us and need us I guess is the task

They are bright and playful and so much fun
It is like spending your day in the sun
Always changing and learning something new
Time fly by as they do what they do

From new born to adult hood in a blink of a eye
Like watching the clouds fill the sky
What will they become when they are grown
What seeds will flower once they are sown

Will they be okay alone out there
Your heart will despair
You will teach them all that you know and can
Then you will let them be a man

It is our job as mothers to cry and scream
It is our hopes and our dreams
To see our little boys grow to perfection
Under our loving protection

But sometimes I wonder if I can pass this test
All I can do is hope for the best
My boys are half way up the ladder now
But some times I wonder if I will know how

To let them go into this big world alone
I just hope they remember what they have been shone
Since the day I brought them home with tears in my eyes
My Darin boys have made me sigh


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ANOTHER VICTIM

Unadulterated rape caught on tape
boys and girls can't escape
people missing never to be seen
getting a card, have you seen me

It was dark as midnight
she couldn't hardly see
lying in bed saying who sharing me
they liked her frame
the form of her brain
as another man partake 
messing up her inside grain

She tried to escape
they disfigured her shape
now this another victim thats
been raped


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LOVE MOMMY

A mothers love is strong and binding
From the moment her child is conceived
And then the nine months start unwinding
When the baby’s born your so relieved

But soon my relief turned into despair
And my days were filled with crying
For no matter how much I really care
My sweet baby boy is dying

Life has dealt me such a cruel fate
Letting me experience the joy of my baby
You see there’s no cure to this date
But I keep hoping and thinking “maybe”

Maybe I’I will be able to teach you to walk
And each day have your chubby cheek to kiss
Maybe I’I will be able to teach you to talk
It hurts knowing the pleasures I’I will miss

For me to want you forever is no crime
To have you, to hold you, to love
But it seems our only enemy is time
For the angels are calling for you above!



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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


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My Mother will not curse me

Mother, your insanity is my blessing!

Your cry, like a creaking door,
Opens to a lawn of sour,
Your eyes, like a flame of candle,
Pierce to my heart that fails to handle.

And, your insanity is my blessing!

Because, I am not a son of your dream,
The essence that dripped out of the cream,
The life that burns as a wooden window,
The deep woods that drenched with heavy shadow,

Mother, I am not a son of your dream.

The dream of becoming a morning dew,
A song that moves a failing crew,
A dawn, a dusk and a poem with lovely words,
A canoe in search of unknown world,

And, I am not a son of your dream.

See, I am a warrior of a loosing battle,
The blood was washed through the rains that clatter,
I see the children playing on the streets,
I do not know, is it sickle or flowers for them to treat?
 
I am not a son of your dream and still away from your curse,
Mother, your insanity is my blessing!.


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My loss experience

This pain makes me wonder
Is there ever a day
When everything can go right
And this world is as curl as they say
My spirit is writhing slowly away
My mind can't bring itself to obey
My thoughts are racing 
Short of what could have been
The realization slowly sinking in
I had to see it for myself
Halfway in halfway out
These feelings are going nowhere 
Myself without a doubt
It's crazy how life works
Just stones within the dirt
Mortality taking over
Lifeline can counted through a four leaf clover
This pain has left me shaken
My soul slowly breaking
Where is it when I need it
Just really can't believe this
Your gone just like that
My whole world has just been attack
I don't know where I'm going with this
Or if I will ever bounce back
The days are getting longer
My mind is getting stronger
These challenges at hand 
Make room for fantasyland
When my thoughts become dangerous
On the rocks I lay
We pray this one makes it through another day
With the mindset and a new timeframe 


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MY DAD'S MISTRESS

Loveliness and grace
were the improper virtues
of a deceitful woman,
who would constantly use
them to seduce a married man...
that was my dad's mistress.


The holiest of women,
bearing through silence
much undeserved pain;
and love her children 
she did without visible signs...
unable to toss the destiny's dice.


Dad's heart was defiled by lust,
and still expected mother's trust,
once he slapped me hard
for my rebellious attitude...
he knew his child suspected cheating,
when, most nights, he saw him fleeing. 


Cuddled in a blanket on the marble floor
shivering not with cold, but with fear,
I waited for dad when everybody was asleep;
inside that big house I didn't feel secure,
it was a prince's castle hunted by ghosts...
and they attempted to grab me by their arms.
 

And because I resembled daddy a lot:
confident, virile, strong with the looks of a charmer;
I feared I would have become him and cared less,
without self-affection, sharing a wife and a lover...
and to stop the cycle, I would have kept my sexiness intact,
even thinking of joining the priesthood to avenge my dad's mistress. 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Don't Grow Too Fast (Dual Poetry)

Where are you running to child?
                                 I am just running for excitement
Why do you hurry just so?
                                 A child I am, you see
Is there someone you are meeting?
                                 I’m not off to meet a stranger
Is it someone that I should know?
                                 Why can’t you just let me be?

Are there things you should consider?
                                 I am always so very protective
Will you be yet, on your guard?
                                Though, you might not think it so
Will you look both ways before crossing?
                                Yes, I look both ways before crossing
Do you have to leave this yard?
                                Or else I wouldn’t go.

Am I asking too many questions?
                                Sometimes you do ask too many questions
Can’t you answer and say?
                                But I know that you do care
Will you stay and play right here?
                                So I will stay for the moment
You can always go another day.
                                And not run off anywhere



Dual Poetry - my idea for two poems that make up one. Read it as one or as two 
separate poems.


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Womb

It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.
Your death has brought about tears, despair and gloom.
Usually pregnancies last nine months but you had a longer wait.
You carried me for ten months, I was a month late.
From the day I was born until the day you died, we shared a special bond.
You were always there for me and I'm still unhappy because you're gone.
You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did, what a horrible fate.
The doctors did all they could but you went to the hospital too late.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and I lost you too soon.
It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who gave birth to me 43 years ago today.]


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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 | |

My baby girl! (For my mama's love)

As we sit here on the couch
In each others arms
We wait an see

Do we have that spark?
You know the one that all are friends are fightin to.
For, Bore the one we can create

That little smile on your face
The glow of the morning sun
God your so beautiful
That look on your face makes me fly

You make me wanna cry
For all the little things you do
For me, you and for my mama too

You know that 's the reason i get up
Only for you
Boo, my candy so sweet can be sour too

So please don't leave
My morning star
My one and only
the only one i can realate to

Is just you
So let's recreate
The way people look at the world
Our world, the one that you created
Just for us
If you must, know
I am the one you can cry for, too and forever more
You are my baby girl!


Details | Classicism | |

Peek a boo

Doors open, door closes
Laughter echo's from behind
Look behind I see little eye's staring back.

Mommy, the little voice call's out
hand reaching out from the door.
hiding with laughter

I look around 
pretending that I don't see him
jumping out from his hiding place 
he yell's 
Peek-a-boo. 

His eye's are full of love it's 
u my son. I love u. 
Peek-a-boo to you too. 

.


Details | Free verse | |

Prelude to abrasion

Of all the things I could mean
The little dreams we come to be
Beneath the porch lights dim
My mind begins to wander slightly grim

And if you can’t help me seem
A little less worried now 

I touched your lips this morning
And walked out on life
Broken beneath a crush
I sat out all night

And if you can help me sing
A little less worried now 

Up and against the dawn
If you could help me settle in 
A single gasp to bring me to my feet 
No reasoning beyond this measurement

And if you can’t help me seem
A little less worried now 

Dianna, sweetheart
They let me know of your fatherless damn
Your savior, your breaded Jesus
That’s not who I am 

And if you can help me sing
A little less worried now 

"Articles from a revolver"


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CONTROL

I’m a control freak, for this much I know,
I hate to admit, but I can’t let go.
For I must face it, there’s no turning back,
But then who’s counting, or who’s keeping track?

My friends always know, that I’ll drive my car,
Even when traveling, not really that far.
I won’t fly on planes; no it’s not the fare,
They will not give me, that darn pilot’s chair.

I feel the need, to always protect,
Bad things can happen, so let’s not forget.
Kids think they know all, and safe they will be,
But what if high winds, take down someone’s tree?

Going on field trips, they won’t make a fuss,
My kids don’t want me, to ride on their bus.
“Bus drivers are good, and go somewhat slow”,
They will assure me, so I will not go.

When they start driving, I’m nothing but nerves,
“Make sure you go slow, especially round curves”.
“Where are you going to, and coming back home?”
“Don’t text while you drive, or talk on your phone.”

“Alright mom” they say, while walking away,
“We sure do love you, we will be okay.”
I worry until, in the door they come,
I ask them calmly, “Did you both have fun?”

I know when they’re gone, I cannot patrol,
It is very hard, giving up control.
When they grow older, a family they start,
They too will control, it comes from the heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

his lover

With a ring and a kiss he vowed.
Swore to take no other.

Like 2 rainbows who share 1 cloud.
But soon he had a lover.

I was growing a belly that wouldn’t hide.
She was as slender as a line.

I gave him stress with the life inside.
She gave feelings so divine.

Now I am alone broken hearted and scorn.
I found the strength to ask why?

He promised to stop when the baby was born.
nothing it was just one more lie.

But why would he choose us over her?
She takes away all of his pain.

His everyday life becomes nothing but blur.
She is heroin. She is cocaine.


Details | Free verse | |

Exhibition in Memory

Abstracts hang:
sterling silver frames,
matted in motif,
celebrating Artist.
An exhibit, ten years old,
collects dust, forcing recollection.
The mortuary – Boyhood Curiosity.
Mother: Naked. Stretched. Stiff. Grey.

Tin baking dishes engulfed the counters.
Great aunts and second cousins crowded our sofas.
Somber chatter and pats on the head stung.
Clasping my girl’s hand, I twisted my door knob 
quietly. Their chatter continued. 
I escaped into her for my first kiss: 
tear salt and cherry lip gloss.

Tuna casserole and ambrosia slopped
into lunch boxes. The cold steel of fresh
cut key tapped on chest, pulled the string around
my neck, leaving a rash. I walked into our empty house.
The walls echoed.  Odor from cold spiral ham
replaced aroma of fresh cookies and oil paint.

Art followed Artist.  Canvases were laid on the autopsy
table, framed for their wake.
Dressed in their Dynamic Blue, 
Electric Lime and Habanero Red, 
the dirging dead
hang on wall.


Details | I do not know? | |

fallen Soldier

The call came in today
My son must go and fight,
He wants to do this for his country
Wiping a tear he says he'll be alright.

All the time i pace the floors
My ear glued to the phone,
Many family and friends here
Yet without my son i feel alone.

i watch the news daily
Another brave soldier has died,
Is it possibly someone i know
Thinking of his family i stood  and cried.

Im now trying to gather myself
For they have just sent someone,
Telling me of that tragic day
That brave soldier was my son.


Details | ABC | |

love mom

I had the oddest experience 
Tonight
my son, was not my kind
And I kinda didn't know what to do
my son was being you
you
but he doesn't know you
and you don't deserve a mention
So forget that I did
I'm at odds
so nothing matters?
Everything I taught him
is nothing?
My sweet Son
Sun
I can't accept this DNA crap
I won't
allow you to be asshole to the mother of your child
I am so sorry, my sweet, I don't take your side

love mom


Details | Lyric | |

we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission

"oh"

n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 

Hmmm....


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x


Details | Rhyme | |

Day After You ve Gone

When I awoke this morning the sun
was shinning so bright, I couldn’t believe
it for it should have be dark and gloomy…

Birds’ singing on high, singing in the
spring, this is not right for it should
be quiet and bleak…

I went to sit in that big old chair
cradling my head trying to understand
why you are dead…

Didn’t get the chance to tell you good-bye
or hold you in my arms for the last time…

As I set here I feel like we were cheated,
cheated to chance of that last hug, kiss and
to say, be seeing you someday…

The days will seem so empty without you
by my side and thank God for the memories
for if not I am sure I would die…

Keep hearing you in my head, I think
you are saying live in the warmth, sing
with the birds for they are telling you
how much you are loved…

Just know that when you hear my
whisper in your head that God has allowed
me to so  you are not to despair…

God has his arms around me guiding me
along until the day we are together again
and  I wish you happiness until that short
fleeting time is gone and you are by my side…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012


Details | Quatrain | |

Why the Rose Bled

Parents so proud
Four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland
In the pre-war days
 
On their crofts they worked
Morning till night
Unknown to them then
Off a future fight
 
The Germans have invaded
A country so free
Poland was taken
The world shaken visually
 
Britain declares war
As our men enlist
To rid the enemy
As the fighting shifts
 
Europe's engulfed 
In a feverish war
Many are dying
To comprehend what for
 
The four brothers
Sign up to fight
As a mother will pray
Every night

Campaigns they fight
In these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors
Never seen before
 
In their garden at home
On the family crofts
A bed of roses
With petals so soft
 
Then one day 
With a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red
In deathly stance
 
Their mother turns
To the gate she looks
Telegram in hand
From the postman she took
 
With trembling hands
She opens with care
Upon reading the message
In tear laden stare
 
Their eldest son
In Africa was lost
As many many others
Deaths global cost
 
Every day
As she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom
Her tomorrow's fear grows



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war4.php


Details | Acrostic | |

What's In Your Name

Sensationally super, and Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel!




Comments:   During my twenty plus years of military service I was always called 
Spence, J.   That's just the way the government does business.  This acrostic is 
about Spence, J.   It's crafted on a combination of alliteration, assonance and 
consonance sounding words. Eggnog at Christmas is my favorite. Having a 
Sunday afternoon sundae at the ice cream parlor is oh so tasty. Wow!  I just love 
it!!!  Anyway, here are some comments on writing an acrostic. The basic acrostic 
poem is formed by writing a word vertically down the page, which may also be 
the topic of the poem.  It’s recommended to use one letter per line, and the 
beginning letters should be all capital ones.  Each line of the poem should begin 
with the letter on that line and the line should pertain to the word or title being 
used.  Some may recommend using one word or a phrase which does not have 
to rhyme; however, one may move beyond the basic acrostic form and use a 
complete thought with a rhyming sequence.  It’s also recommended to use 
adjectives and phrases that describe the word or subject of the acrostic. Finally, 
one may take the quantum leap and write a double acrostic where the first and 
last letters of each line are the same.


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Lies

This ache in my heart
The pain that I feel
It tears me apart
I don’t think I’ll heal.

The lies that you tell
Sure hurt to the core
It won’t help to yell
Just walk out the door.

This game that you play
You think you have won
No words can you say
For you fool no one.

If this is the road
Through life that you choose
For you have been told
Stay away from booze.

The money you’ve spent
That should have been saved
We’ve given and lent
Your bills we have paid.

The oath that you took
So special and true
The hands that you shook
Mean nothing to you.

“He’s smart and He’s bright”
From people I heard
“He’ll go far in life”
If you kept your word.

You know right from wrong
Yet go with the pack
You follow along
You don’t turn your back.

“I’m sorry” you say
Each time you are caught
This isn’t the way
That you have been taught.

You’re out on your own
Some days can be tough
You lie on the phone
And I’ve had enough.

You say you love me
You look in my eyes
Although I can see
Right through all your lies.

This path that you’re on
Will hurt in the end
You’ve become this con
My heart will not mend.

The choice you must make
Be honest not lie
The right path to take
Or just say good bye.

We have always said
Beside you we’d stay
Choose to lie instead
We’ll just walk away.

Your future you hold
Which path you will choose
For you have been told
You’ve a lot to lose.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Son Speaks

My son speaks of this unbraided truth,whole lies,half lies, little white lies
or untainted truths.With welding fury on his face disgusted,anguish in his eyes
the flood gates of his tears ready to burst open wide. My son speaks of the unbraided
truth.My son speaks mother the world which you have provided for me,thank-you.The 
lifestyle you have given me thank-you.The one that society has forced upon me is not
the life style that I have chosen or have elected,you see mother the unbraided
truth the two worlds are far apart in fact they are distant,not even parallel.
I speak of the unbraided truth you did the best you could raising a black male 
child,but the unbraided truth your son is now a strong man,a black man,the unbraided 
truth a black man


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Hold A Grudge

I knew of a "brother" who held a grudge.
From his position.  He wouldn't "budge."

When asked why he held this...
 against a certain person.
Having nothing to do with him. 
 He was certain!

The reason for this grudge...  
Is probably "silly" to many.
When asked for a good reason.  
There wasn't any.

He said; "I don't hold any 
kind of unforgiveness."
"What I do..."  "It's none of your business!"

"I don't hold a grudge and I
 want to be clear!"
"There are some people... 
 I wish weren't here!"

Are there people in your life 
who've been "shut out.?"
"Is this what being Christ' example is all about?

Living for Christ is not about who we "avoid."
If a life of Godliness is to be fully enjoyed.

We can make "excuses" to stay
 away from somebody.
This could be your brother.  
Neighbor.  Or anybody.

Christ gave his life and wants 
us to follow his rules...
He knows all about us....  And is never fooled!

May your life be filled with 
compassion for every soul.
In doing this...  You'll be made 
complete and whole!

Discover true freedom.  Leave any 
"grudges" in the past.
Enjoy true victory in Christ...  
And a peace that 'll last!

By Jim Pembeton
08/01/09  


Details | Ballad | |

' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


Details | Rhyme | |

Papa Says Yes Mama Says No

Papa says yes
Mama says no

Off to a dance
I want to go

Flowers in my hair
Mama says Girl don't you dare

Horn's just a blaring
Papa not even caring

Begging dear mama
Please Please can I go hah hah

If your papa says yes
Then I must confess

Your mama says no
But This time I'll let you go

Be home by eleven
My little princess from Heaven

For if you come in late
Your papa is going to kill that date


         To My
         Jenny




Tribute To 
Teenage Dating


Remember Kiddies
Were always watching LOL


Details | Rhyme | |

On The Beach Watching The Waves


  On the Beach Watching the Waves and....    

I was sitting on the beach watching the waves 
thinking of all the lives I've saved
my job is a thrill ; my job is hard
but I adore it, 'cause I'm a lifeguard
at times my mind drifts along with the waves 
into a leisurely daydream some of the days
but then,  I awaken to reality when I hear a scream
so I jump into the water to save yet another
Good thing I did !  'Cause it was my mother!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Healer's touch

A women takes her son to a healer.
He has pain in his leg sometimes we have to carry him.
We have travelled very far to see you she say’s.
The healer watches and smiles.
Her son tries to bend down but he can’t do it, 
His mum helps him and he touches the healers feet. 
The healer smiles and touches the boy’s leg.
The healer tells them they can go.
The mother is shocked as they start to walk away.
Suddenly the boy starts saying there is no pain in 
my leg I can walk.
The mother quickly turns around but there is no one there.


Details | Name | |

"Nathaniel"

Nathan
Amazingly 
Troubled
Handful
Adventurous
Needed
Impressive
Excitement
Loved by mom with all my heart.....


Details | Lyric | |

Goddess of Nekras

Decay
Undead flesh
Infested with larvae and worms
Glory to the living dead

Mari'jas the queen of the Nekras
Born from the Earth
She was conceived in death
The mistress of burial rites
She holds power over all the dead

Leading all into her darkened embrace
She waits for each and all to die
Accompanying you to your demise
Fresh flesh she must always consume

Thrust into the feeding pit
Her zombie hordes digest the death
Stranded in this region of famine
You will feel not but excruiating pain
This domain is plagued
Decaying fields filled with masses of undead

Consume the life of those once breathing
Suck their blood till you thirst no more
Deteriorating skin
shows bone beneath dead muscle
She has defied ultimate death
and she is giving you the chance to be free


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 | |

Mother Parsons Makes a Visit

Mother Parsons Makes a Visit

By Elton Camp

Meg’s mother-in-law hadn’t visited for a while
Yet, her approaching stay didn’t bring a smile

Long before Meg and Ken’s marriage had begun
She’d made it plain Meg wasn’t good for her son

“My son likes to wear only good quality clothes
And won’t approve of your jeans or any of those.

And don’t think he will ever take much delight
In a woman like you who wears her dresses tight.”

“And Ken grew up in a home that was kept clean
Not like your apartment, based on what I’ve seen.

Home cooked meals are all that my son will eat
You seem to think that take-out just can’t be beat.”

“In the early years of marriage you must economize
I doubt that you even know how to make good buys.

Ken won’t approve how much make-up you wear
Nor will he appreciate the way you groom your hair.”

Meg’s second anniversary was now drawing near
And so to her husband she made the limits clear

She didn’t mind Mother Parsons coming to stay
But she sure had better watch what she does say

But Mother Parsons didn’t prove to one to trust 
She rubbed her hand on a ledge and said, “Dust.”  



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 | Elegy | |

Timothy

Where are you 
You do not come to me 
When I call your name 
How long shall I wait 
I walk alone in the shadows 
Where only the moon shines bright 
Will you be my guide 
I stood there 
In this place 
Once 
And knelt 
And wept 
Sweet child 
Beautiful 
I wish to drink you in 
I wish to feel your cheek 
Upon my lips 
My arms are vacant 
Where you once lay 
Empty lullabies 
I hear them still 
Sweet memory 
Comes to me at last 
You are near 
We dance and sing 
Precious child 
You are mine forever 
My heart is full of pain 
It weeps child 
Where are you


Details | Bio | |

Too Young

Only 14 years old, didn’t know what she was doing, but he did. Laid her down on 
the bed telling her
“It’s going to be just fine”.
Taking off all her clothes, taking yours off too. She didn’t know no better, she 
thought this was love. He knew all the right things to tell her, they didn’t use a 
condom.
	
Two months later still no period, she is so scared. From the sickness, putting on 
weight, she knew what you had done. When she tried to tell you, you didn’t listen. 
All you said was
“It’s not my baby, I used a condom”. Everybody was thinking she was a hoe.
	
When she told her mother she was five months, all her mother did was cry. She 
was suppose to be her little angel, she wasn’t no more, she felt alone.
	
Her mother not talking to her, the daddy not being around, she thought she was 
ready to die. But when she had that little baby boy, she had somebody to love. 
Now her life was complete again.
	
She also missed going to parties, movies, just being a teenager period. She had 
t o grow up fast. Now she has a reasonability to deal with. She thanks the Lord 
everyday for bringing her son in her life. And for giving her this experience. Now 
she knows not to do it again


Details | Bio | |

The men in my life

When it comes to men, I don’t make good choices. My daddy wasn’t around and I 
lack a male influence, and my momma’s boyfriends, they couldn’t replace the 
feeling I have when I see my father.
When it comes to men, I don’t make good choices. Ex-boyfriends, most of them 
are crazy. Some has hit me, some treated me like a lady, some I wish I never 
met, and some I can’t forget. If I could do it again, I’ll keep it all the same.
When it comes to men, I did make some good choices. Javaris, Markeen, and 
Airrick have been there with me though thick and thin. Especially Markeen, he’s 
my baby. I hope they always stay around for me. I hope we are always friends.
When it comes to men, I have made the greatest choice ever. Tai’Yon, my son is 
always going to be with me. Without this guy I would be a hot mess. Now that 
he’s in my life, I have something worth living for. And to have a better life for him.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Mothers Search

I walked right through the passageway and sat myself right down 
The subway would soon be coming and taking me out of midtown 
But as I sat there waiting, an old lady sat two seats down from me 
And tears were coming down her face from what my eyes could see  
The woman seemed to be way past sixty with stringy hair and all 
And as she rose when the train pulled up she stumbled in the dim lit hall 
Many people walked around her some even cursed as she lay there 
Her eyes seemed to ask for help but no one had the time to spare  
They only cursed and went their way, some even called her insane 
Soon the train was leaving as she and I were the only ones that remained 
Should I go over and help her or just sit like a fool and stare ahead? 
If I sat there and did nothing I knew I’d pay for it when I went to bed 
Yes, nightmares of her face would haunt me as a tear rolled down my cheek 
And I could tell she was hungry because she really looked sickly and weak 
I reached down and lifted her up and sat her back down in a seat 
She looked more like warmed over death and I noticed she had swollen feet 
“Where are you headed?” I asked as the words came out against my will 
You remind me of my little boy she said, back in ‘52 we named him Bill 
But somehow I lost my husband and the state took my little boy 
And I’ve been searching all over the city and so far it’s turned up no joy 
What was your mama’s name son? Is she still around anywhere? 
I know you think I’m off my rocker but frankly I really don’t care 
I’ve been beaten by the police, kicked out of soup lines as well 
Been cursed at worse than a sailor and been damned to that burning hell 
You see people don’t see my heart, they only see the ugly that I’ve become 
And yes I reckon they’re right because I’m known as Charlotte the bum 
But at least somebody cares because I can see it in your pretty brown eyes 
Yes, her sincerity really got to me and for that I couldn’t hardly lie 
I helped her over to the elevators and we rode up to the main street 
Where I called a taxi so the woman wouldn’t have to stand on her feet 
She’s asleep in the master bedroom after a meal down at the corner Deli 
But I noticed as we were both leaving, she grabbed a few extra pack of Apple jelly 
All those years I’d been searching and coming up with zero’s to show 
But one night down in the subway station I saw the direction I needed to go 
Someone was searching for her son and I was searching for a mother 
And now we had what each was searching for, we now had one another 
She might not have been my real mother, but who really cares these days 
That’s the story I’m telling and that’s how the games are played  


Details | Free verse | |

Love For Mother

I know mama that you love me
And I want you to know that I love you
Though there may be times when I make you mad
And times when you, do the same to me
But I still hold everything
That you have taught me
And so I plan on treasuring all of my lessons

I love you, my mother
And I understand what you had to go through
Just so that I can grow up to be who I am today
(I want to thank you)
Though there may be memories
Of you that may still bother me today
Through all of that, I still hold you dear in my mind!

I don’t know what gift to give you
Nor do I know how to repay you back
I know at times I was rather difficult
But through all that, you never gave up
Now I can take everything
That you have taught me
And apply it to your very own children

I love you, my mother
And I have no hard or ill feelings towards you
In fact, I still to this day wonder how you are
(How are you at this moment?)
It won’t be very long
Till the moment when I see you again
But for now, you’ll be in my mind and in my heart!

I love you, my mother
And I understand what you had to go through
Just so that I can grow up to be who I am today
(I want to thank you)
It won’t be very long
Till the moment when I see you again
But for now, you’ll be in my mind and in my heart!

My memories of you will live on!


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 | Prose Poetry | |

Mother Of Waters

Mother of Waters
you're peace and tranquility;
how I long to be as free.

Oh Mother of Waters,
mighty! untroubled, and true!
change me to be just like you.

You have given us life
then have taken it away...
seen battles lost and won
through the nights until the day.

But who can say
what controls your silence?
And who can say 
what commands your violence?

Sweet Mother of Waters
graceful, mystic, serene...
who can know what you have seen?

You have given us life
then have taken it away...
seen battles lost and won
through the nights until the day.

but who can say
what controls your silence?
And who can say
what commands your violence?

Dear Mother of Waters,
great mirror of the dusk and the dawning...
calming, soothing, everlasting...
how I long to be as free!

Change me to be just as thee.


Details | Narrative | |

Manuelito & Poseidon

Even as thunder boomed mighty overhead
and power lines on San Domingo Avenue outside
faltered and succumbed to the tempest
the Ortegas stood breathless in the family room, gaze transfixed 
upon the television screen like so many deer in the headlights of a truck.
Finally a flash from without, and a snap 
extinguished all light within the household. Ten seconds passed 
without a sound. Then the father uttered something and
the family members scattered, each returning a moment later
bearing possessions of infinite value. Within a minute, 
all had crammed into the station wagon, evacuation route ingrained
within their minds like a seed of hope.
All but one. Manuelito had been lost.
The mother howled and flied back into the house,
tears streaming down her face hard as the rain.
She reached the back porch, and to her eternal shock
found Manuelito standing alone on the beach like a mannequin
eyes locked upon the Cyclops-eye of the storm.
The mother cried out through anguished sobs
in vain, for the howling drone of the wind overpowered all
and when Manuelito turned around to face all that he loved
he did so with all the finality of a grown man
resolved upon his course of action.
The mother abruptly ceased her crying, and
her countenance briefly matched that of her son
as she, too, turned her gaze upon the jewel center of the storm
and was hypnotized by the awesome power of the divine.
At length she regained self-consciousness, and her eyes
darted back to that segment of the beach where her son had been standing
but his figure, like a stream of sand on the dunes of time,
had been replaced by nothingness,
the allure of the unknown and
Poseidon’s call of wild fury
too strong to resist.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Warm Weaver


Hola, I saw her today with a smile, so sweet and fresh 
like the milk she nourished me. She sat, on the back 
porch, weaving her passion, creating a web of caress,
for this young heart---the black and white pic of a duck.

I sat, not far, watching her eager hands with patience 
of a saint, as she stitched the last image, of her mind;
sometimes, she threw looks at me, perhaps her conscience 
bothered her, for letting me, me alone, pass the time.

‘Cos for her, occasional strong wind howls that bother
is her savoring concern, not wanting this young heart
to live and be clothed by its un-gentleness, but rather  
be warmed by a mantle of love---her passion, her art.

Hola, I saw her today with a smile, so sweet and fresh
like the milk she nourished me, from her own breasts.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Child

You are the one I live for, 
You are the one I would die for. 
You are the reason I try everyday, 
enjoying the simple pleasures,
Like watching you play.
Your amazing in everything you do,
It's unbelievable just how fast you grew.
It seems like yesterday the first time I felt you kick,
the thought of being without you makes me feel sick. 
I watch you sleeping hoping you'll be okay,
praying to God I can keep you another day.
You are my miracle I can't believe, 
but the truth is one day you will up and leave. 
Your on your way to being a man,
But never forget I am your biggest fan. 
I love you with all my heart,
I hope we will never be too far apart.
You are my light helping me through,
What life brings although I never knew.
Just what a child would mean to me,
Until the day it came to be,
When I saw your little face for the first time,
I knew exactly why I was alive,
To be your mother, protector, and provider
And this all serves as a reminder,
You are my life baby, for as long as I am here,
You are my world, you sweet little dear.
 I love you so much, I could never deny,
How much love I felt for you the first time I heard you cry.
So I end this now with one last thing,
You will never know what life may bring. 
But one thing will remain true,
The amount of love that I feel for You.
I love you baby and always will,
For you are my world and my heart you completely fill.



Details | Rhyme | |

What Is A Mother?

Mothers stay up late when
Their kids can’t sleep..
A mother’s affection
Will always run deep.
 
A mother silently watches
Her child asleep in their bed.
She looks back on her life before she
Was a mother and her soul was dead.
 
How could she have been so lucky
To get this precious angel?
Knowing that if anyone hurts her baby
They are sure to be mangled.
 
A mother’s heart swells with pride 
As her baby takes her first step.
When a child says “ I love you Mommy”,"
It was so emotional she wept.
 
To know that she is a parent 
Is her greatest title.
Hoping that her child will be  
Someone that others will idol.
 
A mother caresses her child’s 
Face when she has been crying.
A mother comforts her child
When her grandmother is dying.
 
A mother hopes she’ll be
As great as her own mother.
She hopes she won’t fail
And be like the others.
 
A mother protects her child when she  
Caught a tennis ball with her face.
And beating her step-son
Was definitely not a waste.
 
A mother sneaks down a phone when 
Her child is unjustly grounded.  
A mother makes damn sure when her
Husband insults her daughter he is fiercely pounded.
 
A mother looks over her mom 
Perming her child’s hair late at night.
She pretends she doesn’t see her 
Hiding so there won’t be a fight.
 
A mother comes to her child’s aid in her
Time of need when her own child is sick.
A mother cries when her father dies at the  
Same time and she is forced to pick.
 
Does she go home and bury her father?
Or does she stay and comfort her child?
The fact that she’s put in this position
Is nothing short of wild.
 
A mother lets her child and her best friend
Plus their kids move back home.
Living eight hours away while her grandson  
Is sick, she might as well have lived in Rome.

A mother comes to visit her sick
Grandson after a hard day’s work.
A mother comforts her daughter
When stress and chaos lurks.
 
A mother loves her children
No matter what the future holds.
Whether it’s life or death or
Runny noses from their colds.
 
A mother loves her daughter
In spite of all the troubles and tattoos.
A mother loves her daughter 
In spite of their difference in views.
 
A mother loves her child
No matter what they do.
The feeling is mutual and
Mother, I really do love you.


Details | Ode | |

An Ode to the Intact Male

In honor of mothers who keep their sons pure,
And of uncut men, I thee reassure
You are perfect and wholesome just as you are.
Born in God’s image, you’re already a star.
Your foreskin’s a blessing, so think and be wise,
And give thanks to all parents who don’t circumcise.
God made you complete in the womb, yes God did.
God loves you like that and therefore doth bid
That you stay as you are, in your natural state,
So that when, at last, you meet your soul mate,
You’ll unite, both of you, a half and a half,
To make passionate love, a love that will last,
Without a thing lacking, you will be truly whole,
With eternal fulfillment in your heart and soul.
Your God-given potential for heavenly pleasure
To share with your true love is something to treasure.
So take not for granted that flap of loose skin,
So seemingly useless, toilsome, and thin,
Your manhood deserves the wrapping its in,
For to butcher a creation of God is a sin,
And a gift to all humans who preside on this earth,
It is time now to cherish what you’ve had since your birth.


Details | I do not know? | |

These Eyes Of Mine

These eyes obedient, have led the way
Onto countless ill-chosen paths.

These eyes as apart from body like partner,
Witness free will in mountainous struggles 
Equal in preventability.

These eyes loyal in quiet conformity, 
Avert as spirit evades discovery or risk.

These eyes express through all escaped emotion,
Oceans in tears of perpetuating sadness
In love of Duty.  And cherished occasional 
Sublime delight.

These eyes lie, with precision in self-preservation 
and clumsily in deceit.

These eyes with earned wisdom through
Lessons learned, now look upon themselves 
Graciously in replica of shape.  
In color they differ as polished jade, opaque and 
Inpenetrable to light, to Pacific tide pools, inviting
To peer into and ever changing in light and depth.

These eyes in replica are  innocence and
Wonder.  And dance with an all exposing grin,
Curling lips to show perfect pink gums 
Over three year old teeth that I am compelled to kiss.

It is in this, these eyes see the meaning of everything. 

  
pools


Details | Acrostic | |

Parenting

Patience
Adamant
Relentless
Exhausting
Neutral
Teacher
Importance
Needed
Guidance

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | Rhyme | |

The Park


I scooter, or razor
which ever you like.
I jungle gym and sand box,
I even take a hike
To sipty cup 
And back with it.
And oh yes I got
The baseball mitt.
I push the swing,
I made a kite.
Still tangled 'round 
My shoe tonight.
I roll the ball,
I carry a shirt.
Gently ran off
lil' tiny flirts.
Not because I 
Think they shouldn't,
But because to 
Share I couldn't.
Too much fun 
we were enjoying
No time have we
For lil' girl cloying.
Now in lap 
And quite contented
Til sun comes up
His vim augmented.


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Those Who Have Wronged Us


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


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RONALD

Really sweet and kind
Only thirteen but already growing to fast
Not just a boy but a man
All fun and happiness can be
Loving heart and soul 
Darlining to me my baby forever you will be


Details | Rhyme | |

Please Get Here Son

Please get here son,
the day is almost done.

Will you get here  like your dad promised or will their be a delay?
I am awaiting anxiously with much dismay.

Please get here son, its been so long,
this separation seems very wrong.

Please get here son, the wait is great,
Your late, your late!


Details | ABC | |

My Son

What happened to my little one,
Who's small hand fit in mine?
What happened to the quiet time,
That we would always find?

He's growing up so fast now,
And soon he'll be a man.
I hope I've given him guidance, 
I think I've done the best I can.

He gives me reason to smile,
With each and every passing day.
And I believe he has grown to be,
A good man in every way.

Of course he is not perfect,
I expect that he'll make mistakes.
As long as he takes responsibility,
And always does what it takes.

I have always tried to teach him one thing,
I really hope that he has taken heed.
To always be kind to other people,
And try to help those who are in need.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Good -Bye Sonny

Good -Bye Sonny



Sonny was the talk of the town 
and when the neighbors passed by
they  would so often frown
for Sonny was an outcast
one who would take, but never ask
He drank his Spirits from a flask
and couldnt deal with much of a task
Sonny's mom had to go out with a mask
because of all the questions 
that the neighbors would ask
he wouldnt care if she shed a tear
or if her dress flew in the air
and he wouldnt care when the neighbors
passed by in order to stare

Now his mom's emotions were all spent
and to her name she had barely a cent
and she wondered of the length of her torment.

"How long will my torment last?", 
"How much longer?"she' would ask
Then one day, she took that flight
and went toward that white light
that was so bright in her sight
just to end her day and finish off her night.
Good-bye Sonny


McCuen Copyright October 2008


Details | Elegy | |

Dear Landen

From the moment I knew you were on your way, I dreamt of you every night and 
day.
I dreamt of who you would look like, your daddy or me, we imagined how much 
happiness you would bring.
9 months later there you were "Mamma's smiling baby" and "Daddy's big boy"
Everyone who held you said you brought them so much joy.
You had such a personality, bringing a smile to every face, 
you brought a happiness to everyone that could  never be replaced.
 You are loved by so many and are missed by even more
The urge to hold and kiss you is the greatest I've felt before!
 But I know the angels are holding you know, so strong I will be...
Until the day I see you in Heaven and hold you close to me! 
I love you Landen and we will never be apart, 
because your precious little smile left such a big imprint on my Heart!
 Love Mommy


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 | Rhyme | |

True Love

I was madly in love
     Before we even met.
I was always a worrier but
     With you all I did was fret.

Would you be on time?
     Or would you be late?
The answer was, neither.
     We had to meet early, it was fate.

I wanted to look into your
     Beautiful, baby blue eyes.
You had dark, wavy hair & bright
     Red lips, what a surprise.

I kissed your forehead &
     With tears of joy I said "hello",
You were a dream come true & 
     My tiny little 5 pound 14 ounce  fellow.

I finally knew what it
    Was to be someone's mother.
It was true love like I'd
     Never felt with any other.


Details | I do not know? | |

Queen of Nothing

This lady for whom which no one knows
radiates her own outward glow.
She walks around doing whatever she can
just so she may be noticed by her man.
She seems so happy as it may seem
walking around like it's one grand dream.
Yet it turns out this dream wont come true
for the stupid things they do to you.
Yet you go on and let them spit in your face
even still, you'll walk with such grace.
When will the time come when you take your throne
while the tables turn as They weep and moan.
You won't have castles, armies, or wealth
but it doesn't matter because you'll be in charge of your self.
Right now you are only the Queen of Nothing
until the day comes when you find that something.
For it will bring you pride and joy
like a little kid who got a new toy.
This item isn't something you can go out and buy.
Reason being it's your Dignity. It's your Pride.

I love you Mom and i hope you realize it and find your true self before it is too late 
to save. For the loss of you would hurt me more then hell itself.


Details | I do not know? | |

Origin Of Tears

Tears of a bitter past,
And a hopeless tomorrow,
All for joys that never last,
And a memory drowned by sorrow.

Tears of a forgotten son,
For the parents he's never known.
Afraid of what he hasn't done,
And of living all alone.

Tears of the mother
Who was left to die,
And the pain from another
Who never said goodbye.

Tears for a happy end,
That we all hope is there,
For a broken heart to never mend,
And the pain you cannot bare.


Details | Lyric | |

Heart Twist

Early this morning, sitting in my car, 
Watching my son at swim team practice,
I see the flash and splash of water
Arms slicing in perfect synchonicity.

The sun glints off their shimmering bodies,
The kids' movement through the water, cleaving,
Their faces almost beatific, as if they are giding on a silvery path
which opens up before them, allowing smooth passage.

The smell of chlorine, wet cement and sunscreen
Wafts through my nostrils, bringing memories of a distant time
(mothers waiting for dripping offspring, dry towels ready)
Piercing my total being with bittersweet longing.

My son heads in my direction and my attention
Is grabbed by his youthfulness and innocence,
Still a boy, not yet a man, my small man-child is
Caught in the middle somewhere between the two.

Big smile on his sun-freckled face
Blond hair tinged green with chlorine,
Skinny arms and legs akimbo,
Couldn't be more beautiful to me.

I give his sun-warmed body a brief squeeze
Before he pulls away, embarrassed, but
I see a small smile appear on his lips as his eyes meet mine,
And I am happily content.

These moments are sweetly fleeting,
But are stored in my heart forever.

Lori Torrio  6\4\04


Details | Free verse | |

Celebration Song

 You are my song.
I sing you tonight!!
Under the canopy of my heart,
You shine through the night sky.
Waiting for the dawn to come,
You dance and glow in my arms.
The bells are ringing,
Mother Earth is singing,
You are the song of love..
By your tender whisper of sapphire breath,
I am swept away.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Day I Made My Mam Cry

Folks say don’t cry, don’t be lonely, don’t sigh
But I made my Mam cry
Tears filled my eyes, to see my Mam cry
Mam got bad I got sad
Now at the hospital bed I sigh
To see my Mam die and I cry
How sorry I am that I made my Mam cry

Now all that’s left are thoughts of happier times now gone by
Mams laughter, Mams joy, her voice as she’d rejoice
Her Lord had come, and said come
How I miss her tender ways

But only one of us will say, I’m sorry I made my Mam cry
Look happy stop those tears, look at photos of happier days
Happy days except for one, the day that I made my Mam cry
Now later I rejoice to know that in time I’ll hear her voice
When on that happy road I’ll go, to know I’ll see her with our Lord


Details | Ballad | |

Lullaby.

 Too tired, my legs please to rest.
 Sorrow message burden on my windpipe,
 Weary eyes find, knock at small nest.

 "Oh! my sweet heart, don't cry, don't cry,
  Stars rushout and watch over you.
  Fairies come this and tell story for you.
  They give everything if you want.
  I wish your eyes go to dream.
  May you florish! May you florish!"
  I heared this lullaby, i trance in..

  One man out of this, unknown looks,
  I told an italian warrior.
  His face look like flash.
  He invited with his whole heart.
  He served poor food but delicious.
  I have only one son, grey man said,
  He has fond of military services.

  One day he has forsaken.
  That time my wife has become mad.
  Daily she sings a song to a stone doll..
  I know your arrival purpose,
   "my son was dead in the war"
  Middle in the sky the crescent shinning,
   My weeps burst out,

  Mother wake, in her sarie clean my tears.
  Her comfort words, my blood burning,
  My son sleeping just now, who's friend,
  Saying good-bye, but my conscience did not move,
  Sacred red powder fix on my forehead, mother smiled
  Father tether my hand with a holy thread.
  Worth seeing! painful departure,

  I think about this affection, when
  My memories dispersed,
  Fanfare announced the war begins,

  I arranged my weapons.
   In my path lullaby continuously......


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A Mother's Love

It took 27 years for me to find true love;
A love so true, from heaven above.

I thought I knew what love was;
But when I had you, it was true love.

You bring so much joy into my day;
When you say, "I love you mommy, how about we play!"

It's been six years since we met;
The one true day, I will never forget.

I love you with all my heart and soul;
My baby Dale, our love will never spoil.


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" The Life Of Me " page 2 of 2

So in 83 i met a girl, Nicola's her name, my heart was a whirl 
We courted and married, in the space of 3 years 
It changed my life, disquelled previous tears 
Over the years, we are blessed with 4 kids 
Nightmares of the past, are now well rid

It's now 2008 and i'm feeling so low, just as lonely as i was before
There's various reasons for this lines to be said, as i stare at our house front door.
Dare i go through, but do i dare
James, it's not just about you - but your childrens welfare

What will i find inside or out, if someone can help me, please give me a shout
Will i ever find, what i'm looking for  - in this world or the next
It will be through my last door


" Well i have found what i am looking for, it's being read on this wonderful site - my
poetry. But the bigger plus is the people who are reading it, Poetry Soup Family "
                                                       ( Bless you all )

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


Details | Free verse | |

Tears For My Son Michael

I shall water the foliage
Upon the grounds
In which he has grown
With my tears.
For he now is
in route to a war
by his own choice
May the army
prove to be all
it is meant to be
and bring my son
home to me
not in a body bag.
God speed my son
May your brothers
find you in the
desert across the
seas. I will be 
praying every night
for all of you upon 
my callous knees


Details | Verse | |

A Day in a Boys Life

 

The youngster ran happily down the old dirt road, 
With all his worldly possessions, three magical rocks and a lively old toad.

He stopped at the old creek as was his daily routine,
Looking for that evasive four leaf clover in this field so green.

Well to his dismay his search was in vain,
Cause thunderclouds built up and it began to rain.

Hurriedly he ran to an old abandoned barn just up ahead,
At one time you could tell this old barn had been red.

He opened the old squeaky door and inside he did go,
Inside he found discarded treasures, rusty old horseshoes were the best don’t you know?

And broken old tools which he knew he could use,
Too, too much for such a young boy to choose.

His pockets were stuffed as he made his way back home to his house.
His momma met him at the door and said in those bulging pockets son you best not have
brought me a mouse.

Gosh no he said as he showed off his booty,
Now go wash up for supper son as she hugged her little cutie.


Details | Free verse | |

Darling boy

Undiluted.

Unhardened.

Monkey arms swing by your side,
You still love steam-trains 'cause of Thomas.

Simple and pure as the dew are your desires,
Your smile more real than the sun's first rays.

A heart untainted 
...but unrefined.
Right now it never can be mine.
My heart caves in.

Baby boy, I'm not your mother,
Puppy eyes beg me to smother
You, your heart, our life together.
An Oedipus complex we just can't weather.

Darling I need more than you give
We're not dead but we don't know how to live
My darling, my baby, my love, my hope
Ebbs quietly, softly away with my smile.


Details | Bio | |

I remember

I remember the first time I saw your face
Thursday Nov 11, 04 at 8:22 p.m was when my pride and joy arrived.
I remember the first time I changed your diapers.
I even remember your first word “Daddy”.
I remember when I laid eyes on you and I fell in love.
I remember all the times we fought on the floor.
Now at 3 years old, I love you even more.
Thanks to you Tai’Yon my world as changed.
My reason worth living for, my son, my everything. I love you!!


Details | Rhyme | |

He Just Couldn't Quit

A cigarette he lit
Because he had no whit
Then came the tobacco spit
He just had no power to quit

He was told not to start
He broke mama's heart
Now with these he can't depart 

8/22/14
© Melanie . All rights reserved, 14 hours ago


Details | Classicism | |

Concert Hall

Oh ladies, where I can find all you now? Oh babies, why
Does my telephone always bow? Oh Daddy, I'm so tired Teddy,
Mammy with breakfast shall come! 2 hours amounts to fly
From the Biarritz, you 2 in Miami and waiting for sunny,
Good weather and pizza, we too now in the Vegas 'I budem
Zhenitsa!' In Russian? In Russian! In English? In English!
Some marriage not long ceremony, 2 horses, little Alpha
Romeo, US Air Forces music all day long till her Mother's
Mobile would ring telephone! Her company on the Mississippi
Must ask her 2 times: who are on Earth more beautiful,
More pretty and is the activist of the Womens' Committee?
And you must answer: yes, I know her, she is my daughter,
17 years old and the instrumental music studio 2 days hold,
2 rock-n-roll bands, I was there at the cocktail playing
The piano by 4 hands! Sorry, it is maybe from our ladies
E-mail about new story in which we are not only the famous
Philanthropical Society of Glory but also happy end of all
Victims of mafia from the hotel sitting in the new Concert
Hall of our second class town reconstructed now jail...


Details | I do not know? | |

Vanity

I need my hair just right
I need my socks to match each other
I need mascara to be on point
I need foundation to hide who I am
When does it stop
How do you know
at what point and time do you lose yourself
All this covering up
I've learned to be what people want
But what do I really want myself
V.A.N.I.T.Y
   
 Somethings change with just a little touch
   Yet somethings never change
       you can't mask a girls insecurities up
         She still feels them everyday
         No matter what her outside appearance says
           and the more she feels INVINCIBLE
               the more she feels AFRAID
                   V.A.N.I.T.Y
        
             There's no hair color to pretty 
               you can be pretty naturally
               I love my hair straight like chinese people
               that's why I use a 300 dollar flat iron 
                and I love handbags of the expensive varity
                 I put on a show each day for everyone 
                   But inside i'm alone 
                    and no one really knows
                  
                          V.A.N.I.T.Y

                I close my eyes and wish I could disappear
                           from this moment in time
                          escape our 21st century
                         where they teach us to judge by what we see
                          So i'm vain because of society 
                             I have to look pleasing to the eye? 
                               Is it my fault I'm vain?
                                 Or is it our problem in disguise? 
                                        
                                  V.A.N.I.T.Y 


Details | Couplet | |

EYES

EYES



My mother’s been gone  forty years or so.
My oldest son was born thirty years ago.
They’ll  sight each other  somewhere  -  not here -
And  to one another they  will draw near    
And with just a glance  it will appear clear
That both  to me  have been  dear.   
When I look at my  son I see my mother :
And ,  yes,  they would know one another,
Though she went  before he came.
I picture their eyes  -  they  are the same


Details | Ode | |

The 6th Child


Woman, she is
A mother of five

Man, he is
A father of five

In a life
Of ups and 
Downs
They share- 

The four walls 
Of loneliness
The woven rug 
Of love

And in the throbbing shadows, 
Of fear and joy, they are waiting 
Eagerly, for me, to come out


Details | Name | |

RILEY TOM

Ready Set Go always moving faster than any other boy your age
Intellagent and to grown up to be only nine your will can't be caged
Loveable sweet and cute as can be
Everyone wants to be as young and free
You my baby my angle on earth


To me you will be always you
Only my baby boy dressed in blue
My  angle since the day of your birth


Details | Free verse | |

MY BOYS

Moon beems and silly things
That is what you are
Race cars and bugs
And lots of little boy hugs

Hold tight to your self be true
know i will always be there for you
I will do my best to teach you right from wrong
just trust in yourself and you will be strong

So close to being a man yet so far
Stay my sons right were you are
Never lose those little boy grins
Never know the loss of your best friend

Raindrops and sunshine
In this heart of mine       
lollypops play on your smile
hold on to your innocence for just a while


Details | Verse | |

Life In Slow Motion

Inch by inch and frame by frame 
Slides spin and flip in light and dark, 
Pass before the moist-eyed filter, 
Snapshot memories creeping by. 
In wordless modes I mouth his name 
And visualise pushchairs in the park, 
Feel the world tilt out of kilter 
As tears skew each mourning eye. 

An hour times five or fifty years, 
It matters not the length or span 
Endured being of my creation, 
Love of woman or wife. 
The seconds, endless souvenirs, 
A sweet slow motion caravan 
Through desert dreams with affirmation: 
Love is love and life is life. 

So much I love, so much I miss 
The joy of he who would be mine 
If not for random happenstance, 
The fate that I bemoan. 
Yet I have learned to live with this, 
My grief with fellow stars align 
And for these others' circumstance 
I do not cry alone...


Details | I do not know? | |

My Angel

The love of the world
I give to you 
I will shield you 
from the worlds harm
My Dreams 
I pass onto you 
My future of the world 
I want you to have
I know that you 
will shape my future,
and the hope of the world 
You will be my deepest hope
My greatest love
And forever you will be
Mine 
My Angel 
My Angel forever


Details | Epic | |

Edge

Saw the world in mommy's eyes
Through the blood and tears she cries
Now I have to sell my soul 
To the fingers around her throat

(When no one's around)

The devil's in the walls
The devil's in the walls
The devil's in the walls
Do you wanna be alone?

Point and laugh till you're pushed in
Sins of the father are stories for children
But if you want to live at all
Innocence will take the fall

Daddy was a lesson learned
Rather go away and spread his word
To anyone willing to hear
Ones who love have too much fear

(When no one's around)

The devil's in the walls
The devil's in the walls
The devil's in the walls
Do you wanna be alone?

Point and laugh till you're pushed in
Sins of the father are stories for children
But if you want to live at all
Innocence will take the fall


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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.


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David Peltzer

I sit on my hands
At the bottom of the stairs
When will she call?
When can I move?

My mind wanders in the darkness
My soul takes flight
And my mind has wings
I am free
I see the cottage
The Red Woods
The stream
I am home

Being called back to reality
I stand and run
The Mother calls once more
Once again my world has stopped
Her unloving hand
My unloved face
Once more they meet


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Sundance Kid

THE SUNDANCE KID

Lively bursts of sudden air arise out of my sighs of rushed venom-
-out pops my eyes.
I can't believe my sight--I see my kid in Sundance dance,
all eager to please and pump.
The courage gives the love, it lives, it's alive
it's spreads out of his body, only five.
While he's flying off the ground I think to myself, he's got to be kidding around.

What's up is love and freedom and dancing in the sun.
My son lit, light bright and orange yellow streaks coming out of his being. 
He's just being a kid, right?
He kicks up his small, brown stamped leather boots,
with little blue jean jeans and his red bandana shirt.
His hat on his head is cowboy suede and he yelps,
"I am the Sundance Kid, and rain drops keep falling on my head", as he falls into 
the muddy dirt.
I swirl and twirl, my brain rambling, and blankly stare in strange glaring curiosity.

"How does he know who the Sundance Kid is?"  "How does he know Raindrops 
Keep Falling On My Head?"
And just as I am pondering the mysteries of a child's consciousness, a bicycle 
built for two rides by and the rain begins to pour in front of my panicked, 
frightened astonished adult face.  My child begins to sing "Raindrops Keep 
Falling on My Head" and I hear the sound of music.
Marla Stone


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Lullaby To My Children

Hush for now... Go to sleep
A new day will soon arrive
Always know that... I'll love you
And your mother does too
No matter what... we will always
Love you just the same
You are special... created from love
And we won't give you away

Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do...

Unlike other... parents
We won't just disown you
Even if you've... done bad
The love will still be there
Though it may... seem like
We don't when we punish you
But always know... that we only
Do because we love you

Don't worry for now... You'll understand soon
Just wait until... You have little ones like you
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...

Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do
Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...


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TRIBUTE TO YOU'RE MOTHER

TRIBUTE TO YOU’RE MOTHER


AS OUR RELATIONSHIP GREW IT BECAME QUITE CLEAR
THERE WAS A “SPECIAL LADY” IN YOUR LIFE THAT YOU HELD VERY DEAR
IT WASN’T SO MUCH WHAT YOU SAID; IT’S WHAT YOU DIDN’T SAY
SO I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A TALK WITH HER, 
ONLY IF I MAY

TO MOM

I KNOW YOU HAVEN’T MET ME, BUT I KNOW SOMEDAY YOU WILL, 
YOU HAVE A “SPECIAL SON”, MY HEART HE DOES FULFILL
IF NOT FOR YOU, THERE WOULD NOT BE AN US
PLEASE LET ME EXPLAIN, IF I MAY EARN YOUR TRUST
THE DAY YOUR SON WALKED IN MY LIFE, HE BROUGHT SUNSHINE ON A 
RAINY DAY
HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN A DREAM TO ME, WITH HIM I FOUND MY DESTINY
THERE IS NO OTHER SUCH AS HE, MY LIFE IS HAPPY AND MY HEART IS FREE
HE MISSES YOU AS I’M SURE YOU KNOW, I TALK TO HIM AND HIS FEELINGS 
SHOW
THE DAY YOU LEFT YOU BROKE HIS HEART, FOR I AM HERE TO LOVE HIM, 
BUT BE YOU I’M NOT.....
I’M NOT PERFECT, BUT I TRY TO BE, 
FOR I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND, HE GAVE HIS HEART TO ME
I LOVE HIM MORE THAN ANYONE, HE’S THE REASON I’M ALIVE
SEE THERE WAS I TIME IN MY LIFE, WHEN I DIDN’T CARE IF I SURVIVED 
IT WAS GONNA TAKE A MIRACLE, FOR ME TO CHANGE MY MIND
SO GOD SENT ME AN “ANGEL”, YOUR SON SHOWED UP JUST IN TIME.
HE HAS THIS LOVE ABOUT HIM MY HEART HAS NEVER KNOWN,
SO “THANK YOU” FOR SHARING HIM, THROUGH YOU I FOUND MY HOME
I HOPE AND PRAY THAT I AM JUST A “TOUCH”
OF A WOMAN LIKE YOU WHOM HE ADMIRES SO MUCH
WITH SINCERE LOVE AND RESPECT
AUTHOR ~ ROSE-MARIE


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I CAN'T (The Incomplete Parent)

People say there is nothing you can't do if you just try.
But there are so many things I can't do, it makes me cry.

I can't ease all your pains, although I try my hardest.
I can't love you enough, although I go the farthest.

I can't solve all your problems, some you will have to figure out.
I can't choose your friends, but good decisions I will teach you about. 

I can't hold you close enough, eventually you need to pull away.
I can't put into words the way you make me feel, it's better everyday. 

I can't always understand your ways, I know you need to grow
I can't make you love God, but God's love I will show.

I can't make you the person I want you to be.
But I hope you remember the behavior modeled by me.
So when you have children who look up to you,  
You will realize how much it is that I have loved you.
And you'll be able to teach them the many wonderful things that you can't do.


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Jordon

Send me an Angel for me to hold, 
 One with wings and a halo of gold.

Send me that precious gift I long for, 
 A smile so sweet and eyes to adore.

Send him here for me to cherish, 
 Make him kind, loyal and garish.

Send him here with love and grace, 
 A child whose unique style I'll embrace.

Send me the patience to be a mother, 
 Hoping he'll love us and his brother. 

Not a typical family is what we are, 
 But we could be much worse by far.

Jordon is the answer to my prayers, 
 A big brother, for Chris, who truly cares.

Love is what we have to give, 
 Without my son I could not live.

Thank you God, you've done what I asked.
 As a good mother, please tell me did I pass?


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Kyle (Mrs. Bodners Poem)

“There is no one to blame
No one to blame. . .” I used to; sometimes I still do,
Whisper these words over and over
On nights like this endless eve
Telling myself, telling myself

The night is silent and still
Like the moon and the stars
The very heavens are quiet tonight
Quiet like his soul through these leaves
Do they know?
The stars I mean
Do they know of the chasm across my heart?
Can they see the rent through my soul?
And do the stars
Do you cry out at night in frustration, horrible sadness?
Do you scream out your soul?
Because my friend, her son is dead tonight
Do you hear me do you care?
That his mother sits alone
Crooning softly holding his empty shirt
Like she holds the memories
Of his smiling face
His laughter

Does any of this matter to you
As you sit there gazing down at me, at her, at us?
And when his light vanished from our lives
Did you notice?
Did you notice his light missing from the universe?
Did you feel it like I do, like she does, we do
Like his mother does, always will
Like emptiness inside her womb
The sudden and irrevocable gulf inside our lives
Did you feel the hole
My friend, her son
His life
Left behind

There is no one to blame no one
For the death of my friend
So why do I blame myself?
 
Why do you?
Why do you wonder once more all over again?
What more you could have done
Why do I?
I know why, I know, I do
I do

I love my friend
I miss you
She does, we do


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Mantelpiece

Tender memory
Of yesterday flashing…
Her vision—my mantelpiece
Mother’s love 
Little boy golden sunshine
Well grown…I am


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Someday

 Somewhere I have you in my arms.
  Sometimes I can feel you in the wind.
 Maybe someday I will see you again.
  Until that day comes I'll be here.
 Now is the time to tell you that I am sorry,
  for the days that I didnt get to spend with you.
 Please forgive me and know that my heart is true.
  Know that forever it will be just you and me.
 I wish I would have said so much more.
  Wish I would have been there from before.
 Wish I knew what could ease your mothers pain.
   We would laugh and we would sing to the song 
  the good lord has sang to us,and take us to the
   land where you await.
 Maybe someday I will see you again,until that day 
   comes I'll be here.
 She walks across through the room to the window and stares
  at the cold dark night that lays outside.
 She wants him to return to her arms.
  Please know sweet Dylan that I feel the same way.
 Maybe someday,someday.


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Battle Field

A heart is like a battle field with 
the blood pumping into its viens.
Its just like being on that battle 
field with mud and rain.
All those men died and suffered,
they still didnt gain any comfort.
The heart from a dead soliders mother,
Her pain cant go no further.
Its just like the black panthers,
so quick to say "Black power"my borther.
A heart is like a battle field
Broken, scarned, torn, hurt, 
but at the end.
Mind, loved, sheltered, victory.
The battle of the heart is now over.


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A Day at the Little Beach

Walking down the graveled path
For a day at the little beach;
We picked up ripened persimmons
And purple muscadines along the way.
Butterflies fluttered around my wife.
Blazes of color lie under the trees.
Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake
Around several ducks with their bottoms up.
We took our shoes off on the little beach
And splashed along the shoreline.
We picked up rocks and skipped the stones
Between the passing boats and waves
That pushed and pulled us in shallow water.
Soon, I had to search for more stones
And persimmons, and I found a winged horse,
Pewter, on a black stringed necklace.
I tied it around my son's light brown neck.
He ran through the water bare back
And swam with his mom in shallow parts.
After our lunch of found-treats we walked,
And played and threw rocks in the water again.
My son drew my face in the wet sand.
We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun
And enjoyed the laughter and fun.


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Premonition

Throw around legs
Throwaway hair
Biting her tongue
Tapping the chair

Dinnertime psychology
Filling her frayed mind
Undigested memories 
Too bitter to be confined

Eighteen years 
Blurred as if one
Opaque footsteps
Of a misbegotten son

“Dessert, mom?”
“No thanks, dear.”
Her plate is empty
Her conscience clear


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True Love

a mother lost her son today
not to death, no not that way
but to love more glorious than life
her son found the woman to be his wife.

a mother watched her son transform
love glowing from his eyes, 
his gentle touch upon her arm
her hair
her waist
intimate and private, telling so much
the mother hid her tears, turned away

not sad tears
but tears of joy
no longer a mothers little boy
no longer a student, a starter, a fresh out young man
but
ready to be a husband, ready to begin

it is said that parents have done their job
when a child can go out and live in the world
but truely it is when your child finds his soul
in the keeping of his true love.


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Angels Take Me As He Did Sawyer

I thought you were here to help me
Angels. why do you hurt me
Were you sent here to take me
To a better place then here
To wake me from this endless nightmare
The nightmare i call life
My soul is black and cold
I feel nothing anymore
Nothing since he left me
He Left
Without a note
With no good bye
He took my son
Who i will never see again
Angels. take me now
I love no more
I feel nothing
Take me as he did my son
I love you Sawyer


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Frailty

Like sparrow wings, brittle bone webs, 
intricate as nuclear physics, 
complex as the ways of love, 
your frailty soared bright in my mind, 
drew razor blades across my sinking heart. 
How I cried, then, howled silent prayers 
to whatever gods would receive, 
and beseeched some Olympian deity 
maybe catch the screaming gist. 
I know not by grace of who or what 
hooked you from the abysmal brink; 
or could it have been my ferocious 
mother love that willed you 
back to life, fierce with psychic anchors? 
I know, I know, it seems so unreal, 
yet deep down in my very womb, 
I ache with how much I love you 
and how I would have died by 
the hands of stygian grief 
if you had not come home.


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Untitled #288 / Life and love

Life and love! Twins separated at birth,
to be reunited in the holiest of moments!
Mothers and fathers, and sons and daughters to each other!
like autumn leaves, each individual manifestation must wither in time
but, oh, the springs are endless! The leaves return!


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Open the Door, Son




Open the door, my little son
Explore the world and have some fun.
Swing from trees and run with joy
Search for bees, my little boy.

Here is a rod, go fetch for fish with your pa.
Go swing, go dance, go sing your la la la's.
I must be in my working shoe
to cook and clean, as moms should do.

You love the attention and love to demand,
So make it easy and play on our land. 
So be a child to the open world as kids should be,
I love you so but please just let me be.


Details | Kimo | |

Little Arm Pillow

Cradled tenderly between the left arm
And breast, the soft and fragile
Newborn closed its eyes.


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MOTHER AFRICA

EVERYDAY,I WATCH MY MOTHER WEEP,
GRIEVING THE SON SHE BORE.
SHE ROLLS IN THE HEARTH,
THE BRILLIANCE OF HER SMILE,LONG GONE.
WHY DO YOU CRY BLACK MOTHER?
THAT YOUR SON HAS FALLEN?
THAT THE SOUND OF HIS NAME,
SHALL NEVER AGAIN BE CARRIED TO YOUR EAR?
DID THE LIES HE FED YOU WITH,
FILL OUR HUNGRY BELLY?
OR THE LIES HE CLOTHED YOU IN, 
SHELTER YOU FROM THIS SQUELCHING HEAT?
AND WHEN YOU GAVE HIM YOUR PAPER,
DID HE LEAVE HIS CAR,TO SHAKE YOUR HAND?
CRY NOY,BLACK MOTHER,MY MOTHER.
BUT IF YOU SHOULD CRY,
CRY FOR US.
FOR AS WE WERE HUNGRY ONCE,
WE ARE HUNGRY STILL.
CRY FOR THE SOULS OF THOSE HE SLAY,
THEIR BLOOD SCREAMS FROM THIS PARCHED LAND.
AND THOUGH HIS BODY LIES HEAVY ON MY BACK,
MY FEET HASTEN TO THE GRAVE WE DUG.
TODAY MY DAUGHTER SHALL SING.
AND MY SON SHALL DANCE.
THE SOUND OF HOPE IS SWEET.


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Son of Babylon

A night of sinful seduction
Lust without protection
A self-destructive woman
and a one night stand
Baby’s conception
nothing more than a mistake
A slip in judgment 
A slight of chance
from one ill-fated
alcohol-born romance
She carries an unwanted child
Poor bastard son of Babylon
Your mother refuses to love you
Poor bastard son of Babylon
your father will never be there
Poor bastard son of Babylon
Once you’re born
the world shall scorn you
Poor bastard son of Babylon


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The Turning Term's Terms

"Who's turn is it for the new term? 

 And in future, how can we prevent 

 red & blue stars from the endless ,

 senseless churning of our son's lives? 

 It's time for a logical re-present

 back to first base!"

 cried the mothers and wives.


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Merry Christmas Momma


The day my momma died,
I knelt down by her side.

I held her body close to me,
Knowing this was the final caress you see.

I never knew I could hurt this bad,
And thinking back to that day still makes me sad.

She was always there and took my side,
I wonder at how many tears for me this lady cried?

This is the second Christmas she won’t be here,
To share with us our Christmas cheer.

In her Bible the day she died,
I found a note stuck deep inside.

Giving to the Lord her only son which is me,
Lord please forgive him, he is good sir, someday you’ll see!

Back in the seventies she wrote this note to the Lord for me.
I was wild and blind and refused to see.

But age is wisdom and wisdom is age,
And hopefully we learn with each new page.

Thank you Momma for all you have done,
I’m signing it with love from your only son.

We miss you very much but I’m sure you know,
You’re always in our hearts and mind where ever we go.

Love You !


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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 6)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    
  Later on that day others came and kept us company.  Everyone sat around, talked, and watched t.v.  I eventually got up a few times and walked through the hallways with the contractions at times stopping me in my path.  But, I always had someone there with me so that helped make it not so bad.  I was put on pitocin to help me sleep and my contractions become closer together and stronger.  My friend T’tiera came and rubbed my stomach until she had to leave and go to class and could not stay longer.  I was very, very drowsy, in pain and the contractions made me feel lousy.  Your nana could not get a break to sit down.  She was there to rub my back and stomach every time I frowned.  I thank God that she was there, even though at that time she was there with me all alone.  There was even one moment where I was calling her to rub me, someone was knocking at the door, and people were calling on both the hospital and cell phone!  After hours of dealing with the pain, at around 4pm I decided to get the epidural medicine.  That was a very tense moment for I had to be perfectly still and manage the pain of the contractions within.  But, boy oh boy was that the a great joy!  I was desperately in need of some relief and great sleep.  That epidural made it possible for me to do that and help all of the pain cease.  I went to sleep and had dilated to a six.  However, while I was sleeping some complications came up that they had to fix.  My heartbeat had dropped and was infecting you.  They put a monitor on your head to monitor you.  They were even discussing performing a caesarean delivery to get you out.  However, everything turned out fine and the labor went about.  Everything had been stabilized with me still sleeping not knowing anything, not having to realize what was happening with you inside.  But hours later when I awoke I was informed about all of those complications that had aroused and how the doctors fixed them like a mechanic. I think it was a good thing that I had been in a deep sleep because I probably would have over-reacted and made things worse with panic.  However, I was thankful that everything turned out to be fine.  If something would’ve happened to you I would’ve lost my mind.


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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 5)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    

  On the fifteenth of February at around  seven am the real contractions began, they had me in so much pain I thought they would never end.  I stayed up for two hours timing them to see if they would ever be close, however they wasn’t and out of pain is what I wanted the most.  Later on that day I had a doctors appointment, but only to find out that I still hadn’t dilated so I was disappointed.  However, later on that night the contractions started hurting me even more.  I couldn’t even lay down because they had my stomach so sore.  A few hours later from two am till three am the contractions were coming every five minutes and the pain was intense and very much not in my favor.  I told your nana I was ready to go to the hospital and we arrived there at about five or ten minutes till five am hoping I was in labor.  They put me in a room with these two little belts attached to my stomach to monitor my contractions and your heartbeat.  When the nurse checked me I had only dilated enough for the tip of her finger to fit, so with the doctor’s orders she wanted to get me up on my feet.  So, I went walking and then came back.  The contractions started reversing, they started to slack.  For they slowed down, they regressed.  Your nana thought they were going to send me home because she thought I wasn’t making any progress.  The doctor came in and checked me and to all of our surprise I had dilated to almost a three!  He then said, “Let’s get her in a room, she’s a keeper”.  Right then the thoughts of giving birth began to sink deeper.  I actually started to have just a tiny bit of fear of the journey I knew I was nearing.  I got moved a little ways up the hallway to labor and delivery room five.  The room was fully equipped to make you feel at home, quite spacious in size.  I was placed on another monitoring machine and hooked up to an iv.  At that point there was still only your nana in the room with me.


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A Mother Never Sleeps

Nothin like a road trip
In the middle of the night
Josh was hitch hiking
Him and his dad got into a fight

How did I find out...
He's my son's best friend
Another adopted son of mine
My love has no end

11pm 
In my sleeping attire
I head north for two hours
Blood pressure getting higher

He waited in a parking lot
I told him this to shall pass
Turned him around then
Kicked him in the a--!

I do not allow hitch hiking
No matter where you are
Now get in the truck
Vegas and my son isn't too far

His dad is an alcoholic
Means words are all he can say
Josh told him he needs help
He's hurting the kids each and every day

A bruise on his cheek
From a punch from his dad
He didn't what to hear what was said
For alcohol sees no bad

Driving two hours south now
Just a couple of his bags in tow
Bought him a ticket at the airport
At 6:20am, off to Vegas he goes

5am, Headin due east
Coffee in hand
Sammi and Vicky calls
They're buried in the sand

Out four wheelin' 
With no spot light to see
Now I'm gathering up 2x4, chains, shovels
Trying to find them in ebony

Two trucks isn't enough
We went to get more
Finally got it out
Im' going to bed...can't take anymore



Good night!
















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What happened?

A boy the age of 5 or 6 sits in the corner of his room with his protector, his 
blankie. He can hear his parents, again they're fighting, this is one of the worse 
ones yet. Things are being thrown, people being hit. Then a loud crash, then 
silence, nothing is said. Someone leaves and doesn't return. The boy waits, 
waits for his mother to come and comfort him, she never does. He goes slowly to 
the door afraid of what's there, preventing his mother from coming. He opens the 
door  and sees something. Something in the corner, slumped over, lifeless. The 
police come, the neighbors called, to find the boy with his mother, and his 
blankie. Scared of not knowing, what happened, happening or what is going to 
happen.


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Breast feeding

(This is a fictional poem)

You are a nut and people are laughing at you.
You still breast feed at the age of twenty-two.
When you were a child, you learned how to use the toilet and how to get dressed.
But you never learned to stop sucking your mama's breasts.
Women won't go out with you because you are weird.
You're the only person that breast feeds who has a beard.
You are a laughing stock and you're a very bizarre dude.
Stop sucking your mom's boobies and start eating solid food.


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For My Son, The Runner

Stretch long and low towards sculpted sole,
Let loose your legs and muscled limbs,
Breathe deep and slow for pain control
To claim the earth with measured pace.
You shall escape the pavement's limits,
Run far from mother's circled grasp,
And yet I keep you in my sight
Myself the road in earthen clasp
And robed in every breathless pulse
My life the wings to Mercury's flight
Whose message written in the sky
Is planet, star with golden trail
That blazes, burns and waits to die
In glorious music of the spheres.
You wait, my son, but shall not fail,
My quickened pace will catch you still
On your return from brilliant climbs
From whence your foot claimed rock and hill
And muscles parse your burning lungs--
I'll meet you running stride for stride.


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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 3)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    

  Around seven months you were growing so rapidly and so was my love for you.  I couldn’t wait until I could see your face, hold you, squeeze you, and forever be with you.  With the start of our last trimester, and with only about two more months to go, I could only say, “boy has time flown by so fast“!  In the next month or so your baby shower will be taking place, and before you know it, you’ll soon be in my arms at last.  I had much to be thankful for that Thanksgiving.  I had a loving, caring family, and you growing within me, healthy and living.  At eight months I took time off from work to sit back and relax from that place.  I think I more than deserved to put my feet up and take a break from that environment that was so fast-paced.  You still moved so actively around and your head even tumbled down.  For you were steadily growing bigger and had assumed the position ready for birth!  With your head down and your feet stuck in my ribs you did give mommy a little bit of hurt.  It was said that at that point you were supposed to be all cramped up and not be able to move so much.  But, you felt like a pro kick boxer with cement boots so I really did disagree with such.  Doctor appointments went from every other week to every week in a blink of an eye.  Your baby shower took place on January 29th 2005 and boy was it a surprise!  In preparation your nana ran herself crazy, but none of this seemed to shockingly amaze me.  She went days without much sleep and muscle aches,  yes this is true.  For your nana wanted the very best and she did this all out of love for me and you.  The center was pleasing to the eyes in colors of blue, yellow, teal, purple, and white.  There wasn‘t too many spots where balloons and other décor wasn‘t in sight.  That day the weather wasn‘t so great because there was sleet, snow and ice.  Therefore, not too many people showed up but everything still went extraordinarily nice.  The gifts that were given melted my heart and there was nothing that could take that smile off of my face, even though against time we had to race.   We played games, laughed and had much fun and before we knew it time crept up and it was all over and done.


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When I First Knew

I woke up this morning with a strange feeling inside 
Could this be real – this is something I may have to hide 
I’ve waited for this day for so very long 
I just hope through all of this we can be strong 
How do I tell him, he has to know 
It has to be soon before I start to show 
I can’t wait to tell him, I’m so ready for the day 
I’m a little nervous about what he will say 
I want it to be perfect – the words I use 
I want to serve him dinner with a pair of baby shoes 
I’m so excited what do I do 
It will be part of us – me and you 
So many emotions – happy, but scared 
We are not ready – but can you even be prepared 
I can just hear them – those little feet 
Watching them grow will be a treat 
We can do this – there should be no fear 
Just to see the little face and hold it near 
The love I have is already so great 
Having this wonderful gift is our fate


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Pilipinas

Patience of the saints, no doubt, in me deeply burn
I cry, in my nocturnal solitude, for your final return
Live…and die only in own image, to me, you entrust
I will love you and will cherish you forever, till I last
Peeling your brown smooth skin offshore, just to clothe 
I am your lasting joy, I know, but, dreams’ for us both
Never had I questioned your plea, for the world to see
Although I bleed, from repression, you’re certainly free
Sons and daughters, wherever you are, remember me…


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little boy

                           Little boy Little boy come to me mamas in the living room
watching  T.V
Daddy's in the  office  and sissy  in her room ,
                            Little boy  little boy come to me ,Daddy's in the living room
watching T.V
mamas in your room making your bed and sissy's in the hall saying I get  to go please.


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Midnight Train

She waited at the station
Standing in the rain
She was all alone with her sorrow
Waiting for the midnight train
I could see her heart was broken
As her tears mixed with the rain
I asked her who she was waiting for
Coming in on the midnight train
She said her son was coming home
He'd been fighting in Iraq
He went there on the Army plane
The midnight train brought his body back




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Her happiness

Over a week, she is managing,
Her happiness, her son is coming,
First time from a university,
She was busy to express her Love.

She cleaned his room and furnished,
His likely items, behaved nicely,
As he purchased to enjoy time,
Flowers, books, songs and new portraits.

She was under pressure over years,
I didn’t understand her feelings,
She was so deep in willing to care,
I lost my life, never saw her so closely.

Before a night, she haven’t a sound sleep,
Watching the clock, having a drink,
Went back to bed and started rolling,
I thought not to disturb her, made a cup of tea.

Spent few hours and shared all memories,
Refined stock of sadness and happiness again,
And enjoyed healthy relationship once more,
Heard early music of birds before rising a Sun.

She drove her vehicle, and stood up,
Train was coming an hour late, 
But her eyes were running on the lines.
She welcomed her son with tears


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WHERE COULD HE BE?

Panic shook her spinal cord
Her hands trembles with troubles
Her voice became thicker and deeper
Like that of a baritone
Losing count of her made calls
To her kinsmen since morning
Where could he be?
What could have happened to him?

Flashing backward to the faithful day
At the altar, Six over a Silver Jubilee
Long enough indeed, she wept
Could he have . . . ?
When? How? Why? Where?
All rose to the fore
Hmmmm!!! Liar, the devil remains 

I rang the ring unto her ears
It has occurred  ! ! !
The moving house tumbled 
And rumbled four times
Leaving some in a trance 
Few on a flit far beyond the planet
Conversing only with the Angels 
To get a visa, others crashed in 
Without any clearance for the beyond

Alas! We got to know where he hid
He is at the Casualty where 
Casualties of variance floods
Right there in “Ibadan,” at the UCH
Where Physicians are churned out 
Only in their hundreds.

His bones where pictorially fixed
A slight fracture with no serious fraction
Occurred only at the Lumbar region
In pains, he laughed 
Assuring many wishers of God’s own
Operation on him with the heavenly hosts
No “poblem” he averred
With radiating smile of faith similar to that of 
The seed of Mustard that can move it all
In any event, he is a Clergy.

My Mummy arrived the day next
Tears stood akimbo on her face
But for the fear of the Physicians she knelt
Beside the bed of her loving Romeo
She prayed and kissed him in a jivy
As the Clergy’s only daughter holds tears no bar
At last, the Clergy who got lost in a road mishap
En-route  “Guru –Marahaji way” was found 
Smiling twenty healthy more years ahead.



Alayande Stephen.T
6th of November,2005
1.25pm


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Jayden Makieh Kelly(Part 1)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    

My child, it all started on the date of 2004 July 5th, I had received the news that I was going to be a proud parent of a beautiful gift.  After weeks and weeks of feeling nauseated, tired, and just really sick, I had made an appointment that day to see a doctor, by the name of Anita Schmidt.  She was very sweet, understanding, informative, and kind.  I described my symptoms to her, but didn't for fact, have pregnancy in mind.  However, I wasn't in denial and the possibility of that wasn't afar, and within minutes of us talking, my results came back and she said, "darling you are!"  My stomach turned with happiness and fear, that was the most shocking news of the day, and with my eyes all big and with a little stammering my response was, "oh oh ok"  Next, we headed to the examination room.  I stared at the ceiling rubbed my stomach, talked to myself and made plans for you.  Through the ultrasound I saw a little spot, with a thumping heartbeat, that was you!!  It was determined that I was eight weeks and on February 14, 2005 is when you would be due!  After the exam I went to my purse and got out my cell, I started to call my mom, the news, I couldn't wait to tell!  However, I hung it back up and decided to have patience, but temptation was great and the news couldn't take waiting!  I called your dad to share the joy and asked him if he wanted a girl or a boy.  He stuttered, "boy" with fear in his voice, and probably wondered, "why is she asking me about such a choice?"  After I talked to him, I called your aunt Tisha, and asked her if she wanted a niece or a nephew, she thought that me telling her  I was pregnant was extremely untrue!  She asked me to swear on my nephew and to speak to the doctor,  the doctor asked for my consent and then confirmed what I had already told her.  Really shocked from the news as it was told, my sister screamed in the doctor's ear, "Oh NO NO NO!"  While walking to my mom's vehicle with the ultrasound and pictures in my hand, I was a little nervous of telling her, but waiting I could not stand.  I gave her the ultrasound and her main concern was how I was going to finish college. I assured her that you were now my main reason for furthering my knowledge.  Wow, I’m going to be a mom is all I kept thinking.  I called many friends and family and they thought the news I was faking.  After realizing that this was all true, everyone fell in love with the thought of you.


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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 8)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    

  Your skin was so smooth and shined bright like the rays of the glimmering sunlight.  Your hair was soft and reminded me of black velvet that protected your small, perfect head.  Oh how beautiful is mommy’s precious man she had!  The contour of your head, your chinky eyes, from the length of your fingers and toes, to the bridge of your nose, are all matches of your dad’s.  Your physical qualities from me are rare.  However, I definitely see see my bottom lip, roundness in your nose, and my stubborn attitude there.  A little later you were weighed and measured as the air was filled with your cry, those shrilling, delightful, pleasing sounds.  As you lay there it was determined that you were twenty inches long, six pounds and thirteen ounces.  Snap, snap, snap I even had a picture taken of that.  I didn’t want to miss anything that was happening, I wanted every detail of that day.  I even got a picture of the placenta, they thought I was crazy, but I had to have it my way.  Your aunt Tisha was supposed to be there for your delivery.  But, by the time they got back the nurses were about to move me.  We got moved over to another unit called mother-baby and our room number was twenty-nine.  Everyone was so eager to see you and hold you for the first time.  Our hospital stay was very pleasing.  People came and spent time to come to see you and me.  The nurses and doctors were very helpful, caring, and nice.  The only part I didn’t like was them coming in throughout the night.  Whenever I would get sleepy I would send you to the nursery at night so I could get some rest.  But, the times when they would bring you back in the mornings with me again were the best.  I couldn’t wait to be reunited with you.  Even being without you for ten minutes had my mind flooded with thoughts of being back with you.  On the eighteenth is when we were discharged from the hospital to come home and I was glad to see the outside. The day was very cold and windy, but you made me feel extremely warm inside.  Jayden, beautiful child of mine, you are mommy’s little sunshine.









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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 9)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    

 You are a like a rare, sparkling, and extravagant gem, so sweet, so nice and much too precious for any of life‘s prices.   My Jay when I look into your brown eyes I see a stream of endless possibilities, a vast ocean of forever flowing capabilities. You are one in a million of this nation and that’s why for you I will lay a secure foundation.  You are my world and I love you with all of my heart.  There is nothing that could ever make us part.  There are no limits as to what I will do for you.  I will move heaven and earth for you.  Together we have a lifetime ahead of us and I will be there for you throughout it all.  I will be there when you first sit up, take your first steps, and definitely by your side to pick you up whenever in life you may fall. 










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missing you,

As I awake to an early spring morning I find my self with out your presents or maybe it's
because I just need some one to talk to,
I don't like to be unsure of my self I mean it is one thing to doubt your self but to fill 
unsure of who you are...is frustrating,
you knew who I was you seen who I could be and you always knew I am just being me 
and to change I would be a fool,
but why do I fill lonely some times not in the sense of being alone just different no one
to talk with in my time of need...it's damaging,
you use to say I was different because I'm special, or because I'm a leader not a follower
even as a child I was quite and keep to my self,
now as an adult I can't seem to find that happy medium I talk to alot of people but I have
no friends at least nothing in common with them,
every body dreams different, thinks different wants to be some one else I just want to be
me yet I sit alone like waiting on a shelf,
I walked a frozen path lit by fires of destruction I've turned away from hands of the devil 
I don't broad cast my past, my scares or show my weapons,
I broke down the walls that held me inside but for what? I could run with the best of them
but I prefer to walk,
I don't need things to show who I am I don't need to be phrased to be I am as simple 
as a cold November rain,
you were my friend you were energy and it's times like this I wish I could hear your voice 
as we sit to talk,
writing this I could almost hear you almost see the ghost of you sitting drinking a cup of
coffee telling me...just play your game son just play your game.

        


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That damn principal

(This is a true story)

A boy faced racism in his school.
He learned that some people can be very cruel.
One of his patients is black and the other is white.
He was treated worse than a dog and that wasn't right.
His principal told him to his face that he's a mistake.
That was too much for that boy to take.
That man is a moron and I can't believe what he did.
It's wrong to say that to anybody but it's even worse to say it to a kid.
The school board must have been on dope when that principal was hired.
I was mad at first but then I was happy because I heard that he got fired.


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Expectation Denied

Some say: Never had, never missed; 
How hollow that feels in the harshest light 
Of the loss of the brow that was never kissed, 
Of the dream that retreated into the night. 

The memories of expectation, taken away, 
Are as piercing as having, then having none; 
The forces of kismet so cruelly at play 
Denied us our future, beloved son. 

Though time may heal through thick and thin, 
The world might relinquish, turn kinder than tough, 
For now there's no answer, no place to begin 
And whatever transpires is never enough. 

So we hold to each other, the truth in it all, 
The tears will cease, then torrent - revived; 
And the truth we will tell is the truth we recall: 
We loved you as much as if you had survived. 


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Small

He'll roam around
Draw on the wall
Tee-pee the dog
And flood the toilet
He'll run through the house
Break expensive things
Smile and say I'm sorry
And you'll always forgive him
He'll wait on the couch
'Til Barney comes on 
Pretend he's asleep when he's suppose  to be in bed
You feed him every four hours
And your his world
He'll look at you with those big brown eyes
Smile that staggle-tooth smile 
You'll know
That's your son 
And you'll let him be small


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A Mother's Song

In sex  I conceived you,
in pain I bore you,
I am the rock,
the anchor for you.

In sorrow I love you,
in dark I miss you,
I am the silence,
the lips that kiss you.

In night I rock you,
in fear I bide you,
I am the voice
forever beside you.

In eternity I cherish,
away from you never,
I am the flame,
yours truly forever.


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Mother and Child

Some where out there in the lands,
A little boy longs to hold his mothers hands

A mother’s angelic voice bids him goodnight,
She whispers gently to his little ears ‘sleep tight’.
And she gives a warm soft kiss on his fragile small head
She turns off the light, quietly shuts the door and walks ahead.

Mother sleeping in the night awakes as soon as she hears her son’s screams
And rushes with panic, soon she is comforting him of his terrible dreams.
Mother takes her son to school for the first time,
Scared and worried she reassures him and says you will be fine.
10 years later he is no longer a child but is still a young man
Still looked after by his mother who is his only biggest fan. 
Sadly few months later mother has slowly faded away 
Leaving her son to be independent, and lead his own way.

Some where out there in the lands,
A little boy no longer holds his mothers hands.


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Miss Nonine

I wish
That I had a chance to know a mother
Like the ones others have
Like you
I wish
She had been one to care
Like a mother should
To love us equally
As we are
To love me a little
I wish
I could say I’d cry when I lose her
But all the tears I’ve ever known 
Were beaten from me
With vicious whips and cracking words
What would I grieve for?
I wish
I had memories like those I hear them recall
Of a mother who held them close
Who whispered softly “Things will turn out alright”
Who didn’t bribe them to hide their shame 
Who didn’t hide them to lock them away
Chase them away
I wish 
I had a mother I could call my mother
One I could call “Mom” just once and mean it
Like they mean it
I wish 
I could look back on my life and see the happiness there
Only this time unmarred by harsh words and deeds
Where I was given a blessing of faith
In hope and in a promise of happiness
Instead of despair
Instead of broken promises
I wish 
I wish I had a mother like you
Just like you


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his words

"UH-oh" he says when I call out his name.
"uh-oh" he replies when I say it again.
"Mama" is what I hear when it's something he wants,
And fights 'till the end 'cause he knows he can win.
"dada" comes home,
"Dada" is the phone,
And most everything else at this point.
Spoiled rotten is this boy
That I spend my days with.
Everyone says he's such a good baby,
If they only knew it was a myth!


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Moth, Moth

Moth, Moth
Flickering flame too near,
Attraction to your death
You're too hypnotized to fear
As you flirt with your final breath

Moth, Moth,
Your mother off and
to the side,
Watches you do
your dangerous dance
In frustration she has cried...

Moth, Moth
Return to your Mother Moth's
protective love
Don't dive into that flame
Can't you hear the cries above?

Moth, Moth...
Meth, Meth...
Flickering flames
You fly too close
to untimely death.


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Untitled #202 / Squirrel

 Why did you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Run over that [dead] squirrel?”
“Because I’m heartless”
“What?”
”Huh?”


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220 volt shock

(This is a true story)

Years ago my mom was shocked by a heater that belonged to my dad.
When she was mopping around the heater, she didn't know that the cord was 
bad.
Some bare wires were exposed on the cord and a terrible shock was what she 
got.
Touching those bare wires with that wet mop should've been fatal but it was not.
Luckily the shock only temporarily affected her hearing.
She was very lucky and that kind of luck is endearing.
I'm grateful because it didn't put her six feet under.
God must have been watching out for her and that truly was a wonder.


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Je Suis Philippin

Je suis né seulement grâce à ton amour
Et vraiment très fier être de ton fils, mon amour

Seul trésor de l’orient mer, c’est juste toi
Une rare belle pearl, uniquement pour moi
Ingrat dans notre sang n’existera pas 
Soul pour soul entre nous, et l'obligation n’oublions pas

Puisque je te vais chanter la chanson que t’aimes 
Honneurs et gloires je rêve à t’offrir, même
Il m’arrivera la mort
Larmes des étoiles, je l’embrasse très fort
Ils ont dans mes veines jusqu'au matin se réveille
Par tes douleurs, je suis la, avec du bel air du soleil
Par toi, j’ai l’espoir haut,  pour bien trouve la vie
Ici, dans mon cœur vive toujours ton esprit 
Ne pleurez pas, pour je t’aime toujours !


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Born

Warm harbours spread their welcome arms,
  Endeavour to enfold the frail
And fragile form of he who breathed
  A primal breath of life's avail.
Arriving, wrapped in blanket blue
  And softer than ethereal cloud,
His right to own the given gift,
  Miracle seized and cried aloud.
Of womb dispensed and warm caress,
  To claim this earthly ministry
Of life and love and fated chance,
  Born just as kings are born to be…


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My Little Angles

My baby boys with there little toys,
They tot across the sand.

They fall and hurt there knee
but the pain is more on me.

Mommy's kisses make there little world spin
and I am faced with new beginings to begin.

As I tuck them in at night
I am filled with delight.

If no one eles in the whole world loves me
Mommy's little angles they will always be.


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i never knew

Until the day i had you,
i never really knew,
that i could love someone,
as much as i love you.

And i cant explain,
the way it makes me feel,
when i see you smile,
just know i love you still.

But when i see you cry,
it breaks my heart inside,
so i wipe away your tears,
and hold you close to my side.

For we have came so far,
and made it through so much,
your my bright and shining star...
I Love You


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Now I'm Pissed!!!!!

My adopted son Michael
Left Sunday to go fight this war
I'm wrapping up some loose ends
There's so much more

Mike owes his step dad money 
for a car in which the engine is now blown
I can't keep it here with me
So I asked Ed to pick up what he rightfully owns

The swearing came
Full blast over my phone
Unbelievable profanity
From this mans heartless tone

Where is that a--hole!
He still owes $900 dollars!
I don't need the f---ing car!
He just kept up the hollers

Sir, please pick up your car
You have the title from what I know
I don't know when Mike is coming back
If you don't, it will have to be towed

I'll ring his lieing F---ing neck
A--hole owes me, I want the s--t when he gets out
I'm not f---ing taking a f---ing car
He was just a solid continuous shout

This is why Mike 
Is my stepson I do believe
And now he's fighting for my right
To kick his step dads a-- if him I see

I said "I know it's not right
But the car belongs to you.
Thank you for your time.
I'm sure he hates you too"

That is why he is MY son!







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The Truth About Kids

Oh, my sons they are a handful
 and my daughters, they are a prize.
Despite it all, I love them dearly
with open arms and open eyes.
For, if you turn your back upon them,
they, in turn, will look to do
anything that they could think of
just to really infuriate you
Don't get me wrong, I do adore them.
They are my life. They make me whole.
But just beware, if you're around them,
they're very apt to lose control.
And, if by chance you are to meet them,
be very wary. Be on your guard.
For loving them, is oh so easy,
but, controlling them is oh so hard!


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Candy and A Mother's Love

A Mother's love
knows no bounds...
(almost)
And, like candy,
is very sweet...

She'll risk her life,
for her offspring
She'll fight with
tooth and nail...

Her brood is
her essence,
Or so I have heard,
You daren't touch
or harm them,
Or say a nasty word...

Candy is nice,
I have no sweet-tooth,
But Sees Candy
of San Francisco
is unique

They have in some malls,
Their little candy boutique

My mother cherished
her Sees Candy
It was her only vice,

And if I tried to try one,
She'd give me this advice;
"Touch my "Sees"
I'll break your arm,
Those are but for me..."

I was aghast to hear this,
A side I'd yet to see...

So let this be a lesson,
Motherly Love
Has it's limits too...
And Sees Candy
Brings them out...
Just to forewarn you.


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One Day When I Was Born

Dad celebrated my life, with a resounding cheer---
wishing that the great orb would always shine on me.
Mom maintained her posture, holding gently her treasure
she said, in hushed voice, “Oh yes, it will.” 

And so it is, there is his giant orb, smiling.
I feel its golden touch, leading me ever warmer 
to the beginning of my morrow; I uttered not a word 
thou, I smiled and stare at them. What a joy!

“Honey, come on--- 
let us walk him our ways
as we cherish 
our olden days,” mom said.

“Gee, I remember well--- 
the day when the first cockcrow met the dusk
I sung you my old song, “All I Wanted To See”--- 
your favorite, in a soft falsetto,” he recalled her. 

I know I’ll live longer; their love never grows dim.
They’ll have a Korean tea, in the morn, at the swing garden
whilst I content myself watching them, intimately sharing 
more times, ere they part and confront the cares of day.

“Give me, O give me your morning kiss once more---
feel your sensual, fiery lips and keep it inside me;
hold my hand and say you love me. See, the wind ripples
your bluebells, as I whisper you the echo of my heart,” he said.

She replied, “Hmm, kiss me, O kiss me--- 
morning, afternoon, night, for as long as you like
‘cos that makes me feel young and pretty---full of life.
Let me be yours, forever!”

…One day when I was born, I saw two love-birds…



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Smiles Shared

The sky is dark
lightning flashes
thunder roars
emotions stirred inside
as clouds roll by
so do memories of you
there weren't many
but a few
the night you first were
now your soul has gone
but mommy knows
when storms roll by
there you are
my baby boy
looking down 
as I look up
smiles shared
through twinkling stars
and twinkling eyes


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Daddy Doesn't Know

D’you enjoy the rhyme- 
the name game o’ my soul 
as it dances, childishly 
in the crazy rain?

D’you hear the call-
the craving
o’ my word, as it cries out loud
across the road?

D’you feel the touch-
the lonely tears
o’ a poem as it runs down the night
wanting to be dried, by you?

If- 
all these concern you, 
why haven’t
you return the thousand rings I made?
 
Come, O come home soon
dearest mommy o’ mine
‘cos Daddy doesn’t know- 
how to sing sweet lullabies o’ thine!






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Mother's Silent Words

Weep not, dear sweet child, 
Your mother lives in the sky
Remember she loves you
And will be keeping an eye

She is smiling so pretty
As she watches you grow
She is ever so proud
She wants you to know

She wants you to be happy
Not shed any tears
She wants you to be strong
To control all your fears

She holds in her hands
A trinket of her love
She’ll bestow on you, child
When you meet her above

Now, she wants you to know
It’s important to go on
Keep her in your heart, loving
And forever be strong


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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 7)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    

  I was next checked and had dilated between a eight and a nine.  One nurse then told me to tell her if I felt pressure in my bottom because that would probably mean it was time.  The epidural had me so numb that It was hard to determine if what I was feeling was the pressure that had begun.  Dr. Kidd came in and checked me just a few minutes later to say that I was at a ten and it was time for pushing to begin!  The nurses started to prepare both me and the room for delivery in a rush.  My nurse was very nice and informative and had started me to breathe and push.  Your nana, aunt Edith, and aunt Trenita stayed in the room with me, but was told to stay on one side of the room when they were setting up their equipment.  The doctor began telling me to push, your head would appear and suck back and everyone watched with excitement.  With the epidural I was pain free and giving orders to them to take pictures of everything happening in the room.  Then, after a few minutes the doctor got out the vacuum.  With the aid of that and a few more pushes you was born, surprise!  Pushing for hours was one of my biggest fears.  However, at 11:32 p.m. and only after about twenty minutes of pushing my baby boy was here!  When your head came out you had to be immediately suctioned because you had a bowel movement while you were inside.  At first your nana was scared and hesitant, but then she went ahead and cut your cord.  I was still in shock at all of this happening, but it was very real and you were here, thank the Lord!  When you were first placed in my arms my lifetime commitment of loving you was even more confirmed.  My world, my life, my joy, my child, my heart, MY BABY BOY!   That was the happiest moment in my life I had ever encountered to date.  There was nothing then and there will never be anything that will ever compare to the way I felt when I saw your face.


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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 2)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    
  As each day and the third month passed by I was still shocked.  But, my love for you was solid, set firmly in place and locked.  At four months pregnant I felt your fluttering, and at first, thought it was quite bothering.  I also got to hear your tiny heart beat.  The sound was so sweet and pleasing to my ears of course, but at the same time it reminded me of a galloping horse!  At five months I started to feel a little less sick and even got to feel your undeniably, strong kick!  Now the feeling of you moving around and kicking, nestled in my stomach where you resided,  comforted me because it allowed me to know that you still safely existed right there inside me.  From the beginning, my family and I had been hoping that you would be a girl and allowed that feeling to deeply sink.  We went to stores looked at all the girls clothes and imagined how pretty you would be in pink.  At twenty-two weeks on October 13, I had the ultrasound that would determine your health and sex.  Deep down inside I knew that I wouldn’t hear the news that I had expected.  The doctor typed on the screen ‘Boy’ alongside your little wee wee, and I must admit the news kind of upset me.  I was upset because I had gotten used to thinking about all of the pink and the girl names, however no matter what my love for you would undeniably be the exact same.  Boy or girl it makes no difference, because for life my baby boy I am in this.  At almost six months, your name was decided and planned with good meaning behind it.  Jayden Makieh Kelly is who you will come into the world as.  Your name starts with the letter ’J’ just as your dad’s.  Your middle name is Makieh and was derived from a very special person in my life.  He recently passed away and his name was Mack William Sandidge, Junior.  I could not give birth to you and not include him as part of our future.  For almost twenty years he did things that I don’t think could be done by no other.  He provided and took care of me as if he was my father.  Even though biologically he wasn’t, psychologically, and every other way he was.  There wasn’t a limit to all that he gave, all that he shared, all of his love.  I still don’t think I could ever thank him enough, so with your middle name I provided  a small token of such.


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Dimly Lit Street

He walks down
The dimly lit
street of drug use
His body and mind
Take abuse

Somewhere
his mother waits
Eyes turned inward
Pain never abates

How could this
happen to me?
What is it
that I don't see??

This is my baby
Born innocent
and pure...
Who stole him
from me?
Will this horror
long endure?

How do I
reach out?
What to say?
How much pain,
must I pay?

God, give me strength,
God, give me hope,
God help my child,
Be weaned from dope.

I'll pay whatever price
you ask,
If you help me,
with this task...

Take my soul,
Return him his
Let his life
return to its
proper path,
I will bear
any wrath

This is all
I ask of you
Please show me
dear Lord,
what
I need to do.


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Gifts

It feels like yesterday
but looking at them I know it’s not
as they got so big and so fast too.

I only wish, right now,
that somehow I could turn back clocks.
Yes, that is what I really wish to do.

For there was such joy
each and every time I heard them cry.
Symbolically from the womb of love, they were torn.

I look back and now smile,
as four of the greatest gifts I had received
were given on the days my children were born.


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My Visitor

She sits at home just waiting
Sitting, standing, not knowing what to do
At 89 she’s still a part
Of my life with a love so true
From the airport last night, I picked her up
I saw her, we both smiled
My mother, when she’s in my sights
I again become a child
But, here at work I think of her
Wondering what it is she’s doing
As her hearing’s bad and eyes, well
They’re no longer there for viewing
I know she feels so lonely
I can only imagine how she feels
Since my dad had passed away
She aged and lost some zeal
She has no interest to go out
Nor interest to make friends
At 89 who’s to question her
I pray her loneliness ends

So, mother, while you’re waiting there
For tonight when we come home
I hope that you can pass the time
And not feel so alone
The dog is there to greet you too
She’ll stay there, always at your side
Maybe take a nap, turn on the tube
We’ll be there in no time


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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 4)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    

  Your crib was put up and oh how beautiful it was decked out in those lovable carebears.  I’d often just stare at it imagining your little precious body laying there.  I couldn’t believe that the time for packing our hospital bags finally came along.  I was in the stores all of the time buying little odds and ends, still shocked that I was about to become a mom.  Your due date, Valentine’s Day, came and in my stomach my baby boy you remained!  You were just as stubborn as your mother.  But, I knew that you would come in those next few days or another.  Contractions became strong, but the time between them at the least was about 8 minutes long.  However, after a few repetitions they didn’t remain consistent.  So, there wasn’t much need for alarm.  It was a little hard to convince your nana to remain calm.  Having so much anxiety about seeing her grandson, she got on the phone one night and called everyone!  Then the concerns came from all, phone call after phone call about it being that time.  But, we all had no choice but to sit back and wait until you felt it necessary to shine.  I had even registered to take college courses from home starting on the twenty-eighth of that month.  With you being due any day, I knew that taking care of you and studying would be a hump.  But, I had to gain that extra agility and use that as an ability to take care of you, my main responsibility.  For there was nothing that could make me stray.  I had to, I had to pave that way.  I made it up in my mind that I would never have our future suffer from any of my faults or laziness.  I would not let our lives be consisted of stress, worries, and the world’s craziness.  Remember my son that you were my main number one motivation.  Remember that your being supported the hunger in me that fed my determination.


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Now that I am Older

Now that I am older, I see
The world is not as safe
as I thought it to be.

As a child, I played
And ran with my friends
Not realizing that
The world could just end.
Never saw all the hatred
Never saw all the wars
Never heard of diseases
Like the outbreak of SARs.

Now that I am older, I see
There were so many things
Unapparent to me.

I walked through the woods
Never a thought for my harm
Now dear ticks carrying disease
Give me thought for alarm.
My days fishing in the pond,
Came quickly to an end
After that poor boy drowned.
I knew him, my friend.

Now that I am older, I see
That parents did more 
Than I thought, just for me.

Protected? Well yes,
They did that with ease
But with so many children
It was very hard to please.
They stopped all the ugliness
From entering our world
So we could go about
Just being boys and girls.
They fought for a life
To provide us with hope
They taught us to stand
So we’d learn to cope.
They loved us with heart
When they hit us with hand
But I was a child then
It is now, I understand.

They loved us all equally
Though favorites, it seemed.
As a child, I wanted out
To be at places I dreamed.
I never gave a chance 
To those old folks at home
As I entered my teens
I started to roam.
Not until on my own
That I found out their worth
It started with their love
That they gave me at birth
It still goes on today,
The love that they gave.
It’s always been there for us
So we can be saved.

Like God up above
But with flesh and with blood
I am thankful for them
And for all their …
Never ending
Protective
Disciplining
Strong
Teaching
Providing
Feeding
Warming
Sweet
Love.




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The Argument

The Voice to write,
to pen His name
and speak a prayer:
Most Beneficient, most Glorious,
the All-Wise, the All-Bountiful
Mohammad, Buddha, Christ,
of You from whence I Am.

The Voice is weary 
crying to be heard by One Son
who turns away in judgment,
that I who speak
within conviction of My Truth
am reduced to an accusation of being ...
condescending.

Perhaps to humble this tone
the Voice still and soft,
resonant as a dove that only coos,
striking a Peace not found in the
cacaphony of a blue jay,
may speak.

Oh, Son of Mine
I cry in your pursuit of greed
while praising the compassion
you show ... to other Souls.
Yet now to me you peer
from lofty heights of
arrogance.

The Voice that will hold you calm,
that  wants always to never Condemn,
never Judge,  never Criticize, never Fault,
never Blame, never Shame.
Only speaks:  I love you no matter
what you do.

A Voice crying, crying for
this subtle life so short and sweet
as the ever-deepening twilight 
brings the hope 
of yet another tomorrow
upon this greatest of earthly love.


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Still Life

a poem about pregnancy

The gentle swell, eroticism's outcome, 
the heat of passion empirical, 
cross-pollination's perspiration, 
beads of love conceived this miracle. 

So still, this tranquil life, yet felt 
a heart in rough plan stages; 
taps a growing rhythm, 
embryonic, sweetly ages. 

In the gilt-edged cameo of the mind 
you, in my body edifice, 
change face and gender seamlessly; 
mysteriously as a chrysalis. 

So still, this tranquil life, and then 
his hand flat on my abdomen, 
we jolt absorbent of the joy 
when you kick...and kick again.


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Mother's Eyes

A child can dream of distant lands
or touching the stars above.
But, nothing is stronger than a child’s dream
except for their mother’s love.
A child could whistle to a happy tune
or play on a summer’s morn.
But, nothing is greater, in the mother’s eyes,
than the day that child was born.
A child can grow to be a person of wealth
or be happy and strong and wise.
Though, they have become adults in this world,
they’re still children in their mother’s eyes.


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Talk to Them

Come here you, yeah you.
Where do you think you’re going?
What’s wrong, can I help?
How long has this been going on?

Children, they are the future
So very cliché but true
But, we must step in at times.
That, we must do.

Ask the questions above
To start your dialogue of hope
Let them know you are there for them
They will soon be able to cope.

The road may not be easy
It is surely winding and long
But with people there to love and help
How can any help be wrong?

Communication, yes that is the key
To open the door to the hearts
Let them know, continue your best,
Tear their walls apart!

Barge in, take by the hand
Then calm with your soothing voice
Let them know, no matter what
It will always remain their choice.

They need to know you will be there
And not rule or take control
But be stable, strong and true
And ready to console.


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Mom Knows Best!


Alas, in the sight of mom, 
I’m no longer a baby.
She’d just as soon have come 
Asking me, if I had my milk, with honey! 



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Little God

My son doesn't know
His own strength.
Shadows flicker across the room,
Ducks, rabbits
And wolves.

He has made them
With his hands
And watches them dance
Across the moonlit wall.

He laughs as he creates
Creature after creature,
My little god.


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The Graves

The graves that are half the size of the others,
Always brings a tear to my eye.
Feeling the pain of the fathers and mothers
I grieve and then I cry.

My soft heart breaks, and I feel their pain,
As their tears fall on the fresh dirt.
Their son is not shining, he’s six feet under,
Just try to imagine their hurt.

They hug each other and cry awhile,
And hold each other tight.
Their baby died, and their lives grew dark,
And their son gave way to night.

The mother drops to her knees on the ground,
The young father follows behind.
Wishing to relive just once again,
The six months their little light shined.

They were driving along on the freeway,
Doing as they always do.
A drunk driver came across the median,
Making them flip a time or two.

The ambulances all came screaming,
Blood was every where,
The drunkard walked away without a scratch,
But little did the drunkard care.

The medics came over with a white sheet,
To cover the small corpse up.
The baby was dead from the sting of death,
He drank from that bitter cup.

The sun set on their six month old,
A little child was killed.
Life is not fair, as we all know.
Because the drunk driver lived.


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Baby (2005)

I often think of you I don’t know why
You’re my baby and I haven’t heard you cry
I have planned your future so you don’t have to struggle
I've done it for you already all you need is my cuddle
The business is run for you
You’re my baby, you’re brand new
The properties are so you have a nest
I will sort out all the rest
I will bring you up with a horizon of the world
My little boy my little girl
When you’re born I will show you everything
I will hold you and we will sing
I love you so much and not a day goes by
That will be the day when I first hold you and hear you cry 


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MOTHER ANNA

What wouldn't I have done
for Mother Anna when daddy left home,
and abandoned his children...
like they were orphans forgotten and alone?

On that winter's evening
snowflakes danced cheerfully,
and the Christmas Tree shone brilliantly
as an angel fell and broke his wing;
silence descended to denote a great loss...
stirred by a commotion
that couldn't be stustained!
A wife lost her companion;
kids, an uncaring father who could never lead
or set an example for them to admire the most...

Underneath the bare oak tree,
by the brightness of the street lamps...
three young girls sobbed and wept sadly;
an airplane fled across the vast sky
illuminated by the splendid stars: 
they waved their trembling hands
to someone they would never see again,
was theirs a memorable cry?

What would have I done in the eyes of God,
if not help you carry half of the load:
denouncing with anger and grief
his selfishness and injustice?
Mother Anna,that pain was immensely mutual,
drawing us together to defy his action
which was thougthless and cruel;
Mother Anna,your wisdom indicated retribution...


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A Thing Called Death

A thing called death,
How could it be?
That it would take,
Both of my babies.

October the 25th,
The day would be,
That my firstborn
I would get to see.

A life cut short,
By a thing called death.
My baby boy never,
Got to take his first breath.

Some time in December,
My baby girl
Would have been born
Into this world.

A life cut short,
By a thing called death.
My baby girl never,
Got to take her first breath.

This thing called death,
How could it be?
That something so cruel,
Would take my babies.


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angel in my eyes

all i ever needed was you
your love is forever true
you always know what to do
you there like the days of new
you hold me as i cry
for you i always try
inspiring me to live instead of die
its you mom i see in my eye
forever i will hold you love
you were a gift givin to me from up above
now together we are free and flying like a pair
of doves
thank you mother for all your love


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Child beater

(This is a fictional poem but this really does happen to people.)

I met your son today and I noticed that he has bruises on his skin.
You've been beating on him but you won't do it again.
I was in shock, I couldn't believe what I saw.
You've beat him time and time again and I just called the law.
Your son had tears in his eyes when he said that you beat his mama too.
I was shocked when he said that even after all you've done, he still loves you.
You are disgusting and you've put your family through hell.
But you won't do it again because you'll be in jail.
Beating on your wife and son was a terrible thing to do.
You are a coward and your family will be better off without you.


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John

The hammer blows fall, with staggered intensity,
They land with dubious precision,
For spreading pain, they have a propensity,
He has already made his decision.

The walls are thin, the sound travels well,
One could almost keep time to the thumps,
The brutal sound, made when an angel fell,
Who was pushed, and did not jump.

We turn a blind eye, to things that happen,
Behind other's closed doors,
Ignorance is the liquid, that flows from the vacuum,
Through which the aggression pours.

The small boy cringes, with each new blow,
And wishes he was old like his brother,
Hoping to stop, or even to slow,
To keep John from beating his mother.

His thoughts turn violent, as they are liable to be,
He feels he is doomed and alone,
He wishes his stepfather would stop, and let his mother breathe,
But that's wishing for mercy rarely shown.

He felt every blow that fell upon the woman who gave him life,
For him there could never be another,
He would happily destroy the cause of any harm or strife,
That would ever befall his mother.

He is older now, and the pain is gone,
At least that is for the most part,
The world is still full of hurt and wrong,
But there will always be a safe place for her in his heart.