My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
Copyright © Shanity Rain
(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.
(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.
(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.
(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.
(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.
Copyright © Tay Reid
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
Copyright © VICTOR BUN
I do not know?
written 10th Aug 2013
I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"
She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
Living my dream
I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.
Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile
I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because
It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.
4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.
Copyright © Peter Duggan
Be classy and fabulous
Be silly and fun
Go ahead and get dirty
Dance in the sun
Be confident and proud
Be hungry for knowledge
Follow your dreams and PLEASE
Go to college
Have tons of friends
Don't be one dimensional
Wherever you end up, be sure it's intentional
Be a woman of strength
And a child of God
Be goofy and different
Be a bit odd
Always be yourself
Despite what others say
Stay little as long as you can
Never forget how to play
Learn to change a tire
And the oil in your car
Never depend on a man
Know who you are
Travel the world
Have a love full of passion
Marry a man with a heart
Looks will fade like fashion
Be a true friend
Stay true to your word
Don't succumb to gossip
You don't have to repeat what you heard
Don't burn bridges
Admit it when you're wrong
Forgive and forget
Play your favorite song
Sing as loud as you can
Laugh until it hurts
Fake it till you make it
Find whatever works
Wherever you go, don't forget your way home
Think of your mom and dad
Pick up the phone
Copyright © Anna Hopper
The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast
Super Sonic Sonnet
Complete are my lover’s thoughts in dark brier
With airs of aristocracy’s sweet critique
Her mind takes flight, a supersonic liar
Smiles warmth wears deceit like a prize unique
What grows outside your lovely courtyard facade?
Quadrangular, fortified thick gray walls
Hubris, incongruous, flourishing macabre
Infamous fragile beauty flaws, that’s all
Speeding to the grave, your love is there, dead
Daughters take the splendor, learn mother’s ways
Build other fortresses, stronger, to life’s dread
Days go by, to ponder the doomed accolades
Destinations for lovers and daughters pass
Become the past without wealth that never lasts
Copyright © Earl Schumacker
Divorce Isn’t Always A Good Choice!
I met a person who’s been married for many years.
When he talked to me, he was in tears!
He was faced with the option of divorce!
And now, he feels his life is driven “off course.”
His wife said she’s through. She’s “all done.”
And doing things which seemed “fun.”
Beyond each day and the circumstance…
Does this marriage even “have a chance?”
Why do people seem happier when they’re apart?
Far too often, this ends up in a broken heart!
Too often, people “give up” on what they believe!
But it’s so many lies, is what they receive!
I spoke to this person, of God’s purpose and meaning!
Into God’s loving arms, is where he needs to be leaning!
When life changes, and marriage seems to have failed you…
Jesus is here! And wants to put his arms around you!
There’s hope and answers to all of your problems!
You’ll find the answer in God’s word! HE can solve them!
The best choice for you is to come and trust HIM!
Give Jesus your life! Come now and love HIM!
All he needs is for you to give him an invitation!
He’ll change you! And make you a new creation!
His love can do what no other power can ever do!
He’ll bring new meaning in the words;
“I LOVE YOU!”
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton
I do not know?
Sometimes I ask myself..
Is it me?
Or is it you?
Could it possibly be us?
How can I fix it..
I lie in bed and wonder..
Am I really the worst thing to ever happen to you?
Or maybe I’m the biggest mistake to ever enter your life..
I really doubt it..
But there’s always these questions:
Would you rather I bring home Fs..
Suspension notices from school…
Maybe even expelled letters or something..
Would you rather me stay out past curfew,
Or wait, maybe never even come back home..
Would you rather me need a ride home from a party,
One that just got shot up?
Would you rather me continue asking for rides
Home from school..
Would you rather me bring home an extra mouth to feed,
Knowing I, myself, can’t provide for he/she?
Would you rather me find happiness in the streets,
Or continue to find it in my books?
Would you rather me continue spending time
In my room alone,
Or would you rather me go out,
Drink n’ Drive,
& spend my time in a cell with ppl I barely even know..
Would you rather look at me and smile,
Thinkin “It Coulda been Worst”..
Or look at me & frown saying
“Where did I go wrong?”
Would you rather me ask you first,
Or sneak around?
Would you rather me,
Steal your money,
Or ask for it,
Knowing I’m not the only one you’re providing
But only to be confronted with the answer of NO,
& becoming engaged with rage…
Ohh wait! Or would you rather me,
Sit back, & not ask at all..
Because I already kno what the outcome will be…
Would you rather me dawg you behind your back..
Or keep it all held in..
Cry from day to day and not even know why..
Sometimes I wonder… Am I really that bad ?
And Did I really become the biggest mistake you made?
Copyright © T'Keyah Wilder
She hears it with her eyes and ears, you see it in her smile;
She hears it in the smell and say...Oh you cook so well.
And when she looks into your room;
She hears how well you use the broom.
Clean refrigerator, stove and sink, she hears,
Janitor no...Technical Cleaning Engineer.
You spell and speak well, she watches your mannerism,
But she hears that you will be in journalism.
The friends you acquire and the company you keep;
She hears that you will be the one to give the inaugural speech.
She watches how you dress and pay close attention to detail,
She hears that you will be a fashion designer or into Retail.
The way you manage money and sparingly likes to spend,
She hears banker, stock broker, not a borrower but one who will lend.
She sees you interact with other family members
She hears social worker, caretaker or counselor.
Her ears hear so many things because of what you do;
She hears it with her eyes and ears, you see it in her smile,
And you know that she approves.
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant