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Details | Rhyme | |

Face Of A Beggar Child

FACE OF A BEGGAR CHILD

I saw your tear-stained face O’ child
It swam before my eyes at night
I clearly saw your life’s struggle,
Your painful hunger pangs and fright.

In my dreams I could clearly see
Your shredded clothes and unkempt hair.
At such a tender age O’ child,
On your face it was all written there.

No one to care for you my child
No one to call your very own.
No mother nor father to call you son, 
No siblings to call you come hither bro’.

I wondered how you came to be
In such a distressed way of life
Each day you have to beg for alms
And face the world’s rage and strife.

Were you the victim of natural disaster,
Like quake or floods epidemic or plague.
Or was it due to human vices
Like war or bloody bath of  death.

Were you  lost in busy hustle of life,
Was it all due to human greed.
Were you the fruit of sin and tossed,
Amidst dirty dustbin where dogs came to feed.

Your tear-stained face swims before my eyes,
And asks me how it came to be.
That  God created all humans alike,
But gave them different destiny.

Oh God, this your humble servant,
Asks you just one small question.
If there are so many tear-stained faces present,
Why Mother Teressa was only one.


Details | Ballad | |

She Cried

       She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself 
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her 
eyes 
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly 
sleeping. 
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the 
hallucinations wouldn’t  let her breath, they’d lie to her every chance she gets. 
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a 
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same 
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to 
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life 
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was 
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had 
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the 
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different 
color. 
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed 
better. 
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help 
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate 
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face. 
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't 
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and 
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got 
it.


Details | I do not know? | |

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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Just Reach

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

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

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

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

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

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

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

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



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


Details | Narrative | |

Not So Perfect

Here she comes, walking with pride.
Her face is so vibrant, she looks so alive.
Nothing can stop her, no one dares to try.
Her entire life is corroded with deals, tricks, and lies. 
Her beauty is everything, her smile kills all 
It brings down the strongest men, makes the highest building fall.
But when she comes home,
The story does change.
Her life’s not so perfect,
The positions rearrange.
Her father's an alcoholic, and not very nice.
She has a brother who gave up on school, and can’t read or write 
Of all of her family, her mother is the worse. 
Sometimes she wonders if she'll survive this curse.
He mother yells,and tells her that she's no good.
She would give it all up, if only she could.
At the end of the night she goes into her room,
She begins to weep, and eventually cries herself to sleep.
She wakes up the next day,
Puts on a happy face,
And goes to school as if nothing happened the previous night,
Or that absolutely nothing is wrong with her life.
So now that you’ve seen what’s behind the closed door,
I hoped you’ve thought about this girl a little more.
With the utmost respect,
I present to you, the life of someone "perfect".


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Prayer for my Angel

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

my mother

	MY MOTHER
I dedicate this poem to my beloved mother

I miss you mum, I miss you
I know I always will
I’ll never stop loving you
I knew that you were ill
I wanted to take away the pain
I would have done it too
But you just grinned and took it
That is so like you
I remember that look on your face
When you told me you were dying
It seems like it was yesterday
I could not stop crying
I know it’s been a long time
In fact it’s sixteen years
Time will never ease the pain
It cannot stop the tears
I say goodnight to you in bed
And think of you in bed
You’ll always be there in my heart
It doesn’t heal in time
My love for you will never die
And this I know is true
You just remember up above 
I’ll never stop loving you
A large piece of  my heart is gone
But I am not too sad
I remember the memories
And they always make me glad
You are my guardian angel
Who always looks after me
I look up at the stars above
I see you shine,  I see
I hope you like this poem
I made it just for you
Remember I’ll love you always
And I’ll always miss you too




Details | I do not know? | |

I love you mom

Long day at work and it already hurts
To know when I go home it will get nothing but worse

Im tired of going home to an empty fridge 
If she knew she was going to be on drugs why have any kids?

Hurting me to see her who gave me birth
Drugged up on who knows what I sit and sob in a shirt

Constant accusations of things I never do 
I'm going to stop right here wont even mention abuse 

When I step into that house its like a cloud of sadness
Been going on for years no way to stop this madness 

So many tears in my eyes its tearing me apart 
Nothing can add up to the embarassment and shame in my heart 

Expecially when all my friends have the "perfect mom"
Comming home to depression some nights I lay and sob 

What hurts the most Is I dont want to leave
I want to "stay and help mommy" its sad indeed

I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night
Praying to god as I cry to make everything right

"Please lord help my mom work things through"
"Her addiction is getting worse I dont know what to do"

"For her no one is there I dont even think they're aware"
"Infact I am the only one who still even cares"

"Lord I sit and stare as her conditions get worse"
"I need some guidance tell me where to start first"

I lay back in my bed and cry myself to sleep 
Thinking will she ever stop before it gets too deep?

Sunrises in the morning back up for work!
"Positive attitude" policy so I put on a smirk

Headed out the door for another long hard day 
Forcing on a smile thinking "its going to be okay"..


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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

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

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

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

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

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

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

hope...


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


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



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


Details | Ode | |

My Princess Growing

Started off so small
Growing so tall
Put Smiles on my face
In my head its Amazing
Grace
Hoping you won't be a static
Changing in every great way 
Its because my princess growing into
A queen

My queen you give me hope
and pride
Dignity and self efficiency you
will be someone Great I owe
it to GOD he gave me a princess 
growing into A queen
You are my light shining when 
I'm in the dark 
You make me not 
want a father not need one
I got you my princess
Growing into A queen

I'm going to raise you right
Tell you everyday how beautiful
you are 
You don't need to hear it from a 
man 
You are my princess growing
Into a queen thanking you for
Giving me hope and pride to
Succeed 

What would I do if
I lost you, God forbid
that come true
Your my life when
there is no hope
You give me strength when 
There is no time
Princess don't worry you won't 
Lose me to drugs,prostitution
Addiction and Eviction 
I'm here to stay 
Because my princess
Growing into a Queen
I will make Great decisions 

Mianna you are my Princess 
Growing Into A Queen
 


Details | Ballade | |

Sad girl rising


Sad girl rising

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

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

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

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

30 July 2o13 @ 1043hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

A Sinner Like God

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

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

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

Family

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Elegy | |

My Grandmother

My Grandmother I miss her so
Her smiling face when I see her
She could always make my day better
But she had gotten ill
Went to a better place
My grandmother I miss her so 
Is always in my heart and soul
She will always be forever and always.
My Grandmother I miss her so


Details | Elegy | |

On The Road To Heaven { Mom's Elegy }

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

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

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


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



In Loving Memory Of Mom
{1934 - 2005 }


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

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

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

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

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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

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

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | 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 | Prose | |

Soon

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Elegy | |

Tears of the Broken

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



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


Details | 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...


Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Gold Star

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Hunger

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Crystalline | |

Words that a Parent Might Never Say

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Oku Sunkun Oku

In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS),
who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month,
coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother,
revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month,
I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead.
_______________________________________

WE MOURN OURSELVES

With no knowledge of that day
That God would call your name
Your sojourn with us we cherished
On your departure we did the same

Our heart tore when we lost you
You didn’t go home all alone
For part of us went with you
From the moment God called you home

You left us blissful memories
Your kindness and love remains our guide
There you’re, we can’t see you
But you’re always on our mind

This world you came alone
And this and us you left behind
For the next world we know
Would leave none of us behind

Your chain of friendship was broken
From the day God called you home
The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more 
Left with you are your deeds in that new home

Your rope of kinship was severed
And things seized to seem the same
But when God takes us one by one
Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name 

________________________________________
   
I mourned with we the living and the dead
I believe we live to die
On the ground that death is inevitable.
 


Details | Etheree | |

Daddy Dearest

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






In Loving Memory


Daddy 1925-1981
Mama  1934-2005

        {RIP}


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

I Could Be A Whore

I could be a whore
if I had the chance
if I couldn’t write, or I couldn’t dance

I could be a whore,
if I were in your shoes
if I had more to gain, and far, far less to lose

I could be a whore
if I had mouths to feed
if they were sick and dying, had a greater need

I could be a whore
if I knew nothing more
if my life was blood let, behind a polished door

I could be a whore
but I’m glad I have a choice
to speak for those, who haven’t yet the voice


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 | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballad | |

All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.


Details | Blank verse | |

WHEN CURSE FLOWS

WHEN CURSE FLOWS

Oil! cursed prosperity
 That tar of riches 
Glitters but not gold 
A curse no the Niger Ogoni Land 
A blessing to the Arabiyya 

But they fight for it
 Killings us for it 
Not us alone, but all 
The glorious land cries too 
From its leaking throats 

As it wears the black mask 
Its daughters and sons choked 
War, cheating and hunger 
All as thanks from its prospects 
Oh mother Ghana, coast of gold 

Beware, beware 
Before the tankers arrive 
When they do, just one thing 
The blessings all away to wonderland T
he riches to heavens of theirs 

Beware mother of mine.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Train

Please...
My and mines' next meal awaits
My sons school fees awaits 
My youngest daughters' shoes await
My nieces' dress awaits 
My mothers' medication awaits
My mud huts' repairs await
The winter blankets await
And so does the winter coal 
Rosies' next instalment awaits...
Get me to work, I have to be there by eight.



Details | Pantoum | |

they helped to look for little Caylee

they helped to look for little Caylee,
in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches
endless days and nights, thousands searched
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air

in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches,
they tirelessly looked for signs of her--
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air;
hoping she had survived any danger

they tirelessly looked for signs of her,
while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
hoping she had survived any danger--
until her mother confessed she had drown

while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
endless days and nights, thousands searched;
until her mother confessed she had drown,
they helped to look for little Caylee


*FOR Pantoum CONTEST


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Elegy | |

Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Haiku | |

Monument

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


Details | Narrative | |

Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


Details | Free verse | |

she wonders

She wonders what you’re doing
and how you're living life
what new things did you learn today
and how did you sleep last night
did you feel raindrops on your face
or sunshine in your eye
of all the questions left uknown
the biggest one she has is why
why can’t you be together
why can’t she watch you grow
why can’t she guide you through this world
this she just does not know
but she promises you’ll be together
no matter how long it seems
just know your always in her heart
and always in her dreams

Poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine 
P.G  Always remember sweetie true love is never lost, you will meet again someday.


Details | Free verse | |

Once upon a time in ZigZigland

I was only 48 days old
part of my mother then
when I knew about
what happened to ZigZigland

I felt it ,I was a part of it
I loved it much more again
when I couldn't read yet
while I've known it's place beforehand

If you believed in haven
ZigZigland was a part of it on earth
It was the kingdom of all human beings
the mankind's place of birth

The father, mother and
children were all living there
Story of happy family
the glory of  endless welfare.
 
Until they came out from
the middle of nowhere, 
they fell downfrom devil's nest
father died fighting, the mother
starved feeding her youngs
blood of her breasts

They walked around destroying
burning the haven all the way down to hell
the children left their home
that was so sad for a farewell

Those creepy creatures stole
history, land, the Name
looked to the world victims,homeless
The world was blinded with fear, what a shame

They'll come for you if you speak out
eat you up and throw your bones
and the'll come back after all,lay down
beside you with their bloodied hand on your gravestone

whispering in the dark: Say it !!!
One word and you'll rest  in peace
give in their Justice : Peace
they're talking about in the middle east

Hope you stand there and roar
Land is for it's people, for all mankind
It can't be stolen, ask her and she'll
answer who she is,Just bear it in your mind

So, when they ask you again who you are
look down deep to your spine
answer them,surely the true answer:
I'M FROM PALESTINE


Details | I do not know? | |

Feelings of Pain

The pain that i am feeling is caused without reasons,night after night and seasons after seasons. This pain that I'm feeling is not as bad,I have seen others lose all they had.I sometimes wonder, would that happen to me? Then i begin to tremble thinking, will i ever be free? This pain has my heart hurting, longing for the love i never had. Where will i ever find love with a heart this sad? The pain that i am feeling...I'm not only feeling for me,it's the pain of my love ones who is hurting inside of me. Feelings of pain i feel no more as you look into the eyes of a soul once torn.


Details | Lyric | |

Being Strong

Daddy shut his eyes and cried,
each drop echoed in the waiting room,
the hollow halls echoed
babies crying.

Daddy shut his eyes and cried
his stern eyes looked away
and I asked him, "Daddy why are you crying?"
no reply.

Daddy shut his eyes and cried
not knowing what to do,
I danced in crinoline proper-pink,
first dress Daddy bought,
one I wore to see his smile.


Daddy shut his eyes and cried,
looked at me, smiled,
and gave me a bear-hug
"Your Mom's going to be okay"

Daddy shut his eyes and cried
the clock ticked twice,
out came mom in her wheelchair,
and Dad's eyes dried.


Details | Verse | |

Woman, I Love You!


Woman, I love you for giving me life.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wife and a Mother

 Joey And Mother

Mothers are a gift from the heavens above
All through life they share their love
Mothers are the greatest creation 
They are what they are and need no explanation
From that first day starts a new life of love and joy
They do anything to protect their baby girl or boy
They walk around as proud as can be
They want to shout look I have a life inside me
Bigger and bigger she gets as time goes by
Some suffer from pain and they cry
There love is so strong that they can bear the pain
They suffer and pray that it all was not in vain
The greatest day on earth has come
With some pain and pushing you are now a mom
You have suffered a lot and sometimes cried
But now it is over and with a baby at your side
Now the easy part is over and your baby is here to stay
You become a doctor a lawyer different people everyday
You protect and raise them through the years
With love joy and even some tears
Now their grown and its time for them to leave
You think back over the years while you grieve
Even thou they are gone and hardly call you
They may not write but they do love you
Mothers belong on a pedestal with the word rare
From the first day till the last they always care
Mothers are and will always be
The greatest any world will ever see
When it is her time to go to heavens place
She is sent back to earth wearing a new face
Over and over a mother they be
To give love to their new baby
Back and forth from heaven to earth
With love and joy and giving birth
Mothers are not one of a kind
They are all the same with love in mind
With love in there heart from heaven they come
Before you move on let me say I love you mom


Details | Couplet | |

New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


Details | Free verse | |

Baby Girl Of Mine

I wrote this to help someone special to me:

I lost my daughter today.
Sadness threatens to overwhelm me.
Grief consumes my every thought.
 
Pain fills my entire body.
The words send a shock to my heart.
My legs fail me as I fall to the floor
Knowing it was to come,
Realizing it is in God’s will,
Nothing makes it easier to deal with.
 
My heart crumbles under the weight
I know all the pieces will never be found.
A wound created that will never heal.
A constant reminder of what is gone.
 
Desire to become a forever family.
Hope of taking away too much pain.
Dreams of her eyes filling with child like joy.
Plans of everyday growing up and learning
All cause to mourn, all things I won't get to again see.
 
I long for the comfort others might have,
Joy her in the arms of someone who truely loves her,
Peace in knowing she is being properly cared for.
The knowledge that we will be together again.
 
I lost my daughter today.
There are no kisses to brighten my soul.
No grave to visit and seek refuge at.
The rest of the world will never notice,
For the daughter I lost was never really mine.
 
She is alive somewhere else 
Not by my choice but by theirs
For it is not I that gets to kiss her good night
I lost my daughter today at yet it is like the world does not care
Really she was more mine than theirs... 
 
I lost my daughter today...
I lost my daughter today...
Don't worry baby girl we will be together ....
someday..!


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter Patrol

Another night on patrol
In this winter quiet, this winter cold
Breathing frosty air upon a midnight shadow
Yet nature’s soul is oh, so mellow

Does one dare to stir up the night?
Fill it with anger and tempt it to fight?
Before the morning dawn comes forth
Will there be a knock upon someone's door?

One will be wanted, by order of the State
Because the beating of a mother, age twenty plus eight
For a crime like that, no excuse should exist
But should it be handled on a night like this?

The county still sleeps on a December night
With no fear of evil or full hearts of fright
So alas, my county, sleep well until tomorrow
For my mercy in the morning, will not be borrowed


Details | Lyric | |

Laurens song

There is a light inside of you
blue eyes that light up a room
it was your heart that saw me thru
love of a child that i mother to

A crooked smile and a blankie
big blue eyes smiling back at me
life wasnt given to you by me
but my baby is all that I see

There was a sign daddy taught you
that let you know everything is alright
your hand in mine and you always knew
that he would love you til the end of time

but the ghost in the doorway
makes no way to get passed
my fears echo the hallway
 and your voice is heard last

A crooked smile and a blankie
big blue eyes smiling back at me
life wasnt given to you by me
but my baby is all that I see


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Tater Sack Annie

On a raft in the river tied to a tree, lived in an old woman of whom most folks made fun. She didn't talk much, most thought she was dumb. Kids being curious, and the summer being hot, the cool of the river drew our disobedient lot. We kids soon discovered the crude raft and the tent. We oddly made friends with its strange occupant. Tried as we might to find out her name. All we got was a smile from the toothless old dame. One thing for certain we kids soon found out. Social graces she lacked, but her kindness made up for that fact. Times being tough and money being tight, often we kids confided our plight. She didn't care if we were dirty or poor. She loved her little friends all the more. We didn't mind her fashion was lack. She wore a dress made from and old "tater sack." What troubled us was she didn't have a name. We didn't care from where she came. One day as we sat on the bank, a thought came to mind. We were disgusted with folks being unkind. "Everybody's got a name," said one. "Let's call her 'Tater Sack Annie'", said another, so it was done. Annie smiled at us. She liked her new name. She didn't say much, just smiled again. She motioned for us kids to her camp for lunch. She always fed our whole bunch. Fried taters, catfish and greens. All of us believed she was a woman of means. Several summers went by. One year the fall came. A saturday night, folks out for a lark. Didn't see Annie walking home in the dark. Somebody sent, and a somber Sherriff came, "Anybody her know her name?" He spoke to the group. Two boys stepped forward, both knelt to a stoop. "That's our 'Tater Sack Annie'", they spoke in a low tone. Both their faces ashen and as white as bone. Today in a churchyard no monument gleams. Only a simple stone reads, "Annie a lady of means."

Written by my grandmother Sandra Burch


Details | I do not know? | |

For Emily

An afternoon stroll with a friend on a heated day,
Her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce
Holding her tummy, simply stating
“I have a baby on the way”

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun shining inside and out
So lucky she felt that day, she has a baby on the way

Baby’s daddy holds mommy’s hand
Says thank you honey, I love you so much
Our baby is lucky to have your heart 
And I’m so blessed to wear your band

A visit to the doctor turned perfect joy into shock
You have cancer he told her
You won’t live with this life in you
Sit soon with your husband and have a talk

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs.
The sun shines brightly on this day
Cause she still has her baby on the way

Her husband crying uncontrollable tears
Loving her so
He could never ever let her go
He can’t choose
he doesn’t want to lose
His wife or his child

She knew for her this baby was a voice
A wish she made so long ago
A wish come true
And there was no one telling her what to do
It was ultimately her decision, her choice

Six years have passed, and Emily asks,
“Daddy, when will I see mommy?”,
Today my sweet angel,
Today

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun still shining on this day
as Emily kneels to pray
For mommy

Mommy had made her choice
And daddy still hurts so bad, he misses her smile, her touch
But he holds Emily today
with Mommy's light warming them both
His deep indescribable love for Emily sustains him
On her birthdays

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For Emily
The sun still shining on this day
her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce,
as she plays, 


Details | List | |

Go Away Baby

One night long ago
I felt as though
You were nothing to me
everybody tried to make me see
I went to a clinic
Where they took you away
Gone forever
You didn't have a chance to pray
I didn't know you
You were to young
You could have lived
You could have clung
You had two feet
And ten tiny toes
You could see 
Until the harsh blows
You're dead now
I chose the wrong way
I made a mistake 
And you had to pay!


Details | Blank verse | |

OUR HOUSE MAID'S DAUGHTER

I looked one more time at the scar
on her pretty forehead.
Our house-maid’s sweet little daughter.
She is just four years old.

Endured many scares and black scars
along with mother, so bold
facing tantrums of sot-father.
She is just four years old.

Today came she with news to share.
With puerile fervor told
“Becomes bride my father’s sister!”
She is just four years old.

“He is as strong as a wild boar
good groom; not a drunkard.”
Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars.
She is just four years old.



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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.....


Details | Narrative | |

A Shot In The Dark { Narrative}

helplessly he stumbled 
through the door
holding his bloody chest 
Mother gazed into 
her fourteen year old eyes 
and just knew that he was up 
to his old antics of gang banging 
Yelling and cursing did nothing 
to wake this kid up 
Mother's tears flooded 
like an open gate 
she wondered 
where she went wrong 
raising him 
for he had the best 
of everything 
a home a job an education 
anything he wanted 
or needed 
was right at his fingertips 
maybe having only one parent 
in the household 
or just not enough discipline 
now she stands helplessly 
over her young sons 
lifeless body 
lying on the kitchen floor
in a pool of blood 
all that she could do now
was to pick up the phone 
and call the police 
and the morgue 



Tribute To Children


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day America Stood Still

It just took one day
To grab our attention
There’s not much to say
But lots of reflection.

The airplanes they flew
Wreaking havoc on all
No one had a clue
That the towers would fall.

Such cowards with hate
They claimed so many lives
On that terrible date
Left husbands without wives.

So many were lost
Our sisters and brothers
Their lives were the cost
Plus fathers and mothers.

Many stood with awe
They were asking why
For what they just saw
Coming out of the sky.

Such terror and fear
And so quickly they hit
The end may be here
Should I run, stand or sit?

The heroes did save
As many as they could
For their lives they gave
Not knowing that they would.

People hung their flags
Keeping their families near
Many body bags
This horror wasn’t clear.

Honoring that morn
Our eyes begin to fill
The world was torn
America stood still.


Details | Rhyme | |

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"


Details | Lyric | |

We Walk Amongst The Faithful

We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. The tears of angels made us As they flew down from the sky. They didn't want to do it, So all they did was cry. We're stuck amongst the ruin. The horror and despair. We've seen a bit too closely To the heart of Evil's lair. We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. We're scarred up on the inside, But outside we're just fine. We hide the truth so well They can't see into our lies. Our daddies were all drinkers. And when they would get mad, They'd take it out us poor souls, And boy were we so glad When Daddy drank himself to sleep, And we could go and hide. Carve another scar into our heart Which was hidden deep inside. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our mommies all liked men Perhaps a bit too much They sampled fair and far And didn't mind the touch. When Mommy fell asleep, Her boyfriends would come down And they would scare us half to death And they'd start to mess around. And after they were done Ravaging our broken souls We'd take our chance to run And hide from things we'd never know. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our families are all broken We have no place to hide No place to let our tears out Let out what hurts inside. And now we sit here all alone In this dark corner as all hope Evades our longing hands We've lost our way to cope. And now we hide our feelings And what they've done to every “me”. We hold our chins up high. We do not let them see. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so humans Can't see through our disguise We pretend it doesn't happen We can't let anyone know Our traitor of a heart Is something we can't show. Would anyone even understand What we hold inside our hearts? Or would we be a freak show A different world apart? Maybe one day we will find one Every single one of us Someone who will understand Someone we can trust.


Details | I do not know? | |

Me

Been through a lot these seventeen years of living,
Growing up with abuse in my home,
Wanting to leave and flee,
But afraid I was going to leave and be on my own,
Wishing someone would rescue me and my family from the hurt,
The hurt we faced many times seeing the one you love the most being abused,
Abused many days and many nights,
Wondering why,
The answer was because he was the only one in charge,
Almost Seven and these things were still happening,
Wow wonder why they happened to my life,
Don't know why God let me see the hurt,
Did he know I would face the hurt forever?
My family finally had a chance to get away from the hurt and the abuse,
We found a house and much more,
We were a happy family,
A family that will one day be the best of the best,
Thank you jesus for letting us go through the hurt to get a better life that we deserve!


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Am I So Selfish?

Why am I so selfish? 
I should think more of her.
But instead of seeing what could be
I'm being so immature.

I know she's truly suffering.
That should be my main concern.
Yet all I seem to think about is...
'Will she ever learn? '

Her lungs are black as tar.
She needs help just to breathe.
Hearing that she'll smoke again
makes me simply seethe.

She knows what she is doing.
She's not a little child.
I thought that only young people
did stuff that's dumb and wild.

Don't set aside the oxygen
so you can have a smoke.
You're dying right in front of me.
This pain is not a joke. 


Details | Free verse | |

To have and have lost

To have and to have lost is the ultimate pain, 
Knowing that your life will never be the same again. 
That one little missing piece of your jigsaw called life, 
Questions as to what you did to deserve this strife.
Another angel for heaven above 
Empty arms but still the love. 
Never far from your mind 
If only life wasn’t so unkind. 
Little angel I love you so 
Fresh in my thoughts wherever I go. 
xoxo


Details | Ottava rima | |

WAR SEEN THROUGH A YOUNGSTER'S EYES

Born in that historical and eventful year
when changes were sweeping this country,
peace songs were heard in the scary, tumultuous air...
not realizing the dear cost for the quest of liberty
when soldiers would have gone to a foreign land so far,
to defend what others thought was sheer folly!
And their blood was shed in jungles and on dusty roads,
never feeling selfish pride by carrying the heaviest loads.


And from those sad and tragic memories,
my lyrics were written and sung to myself
with the hope of revealing them with teary eyes...
remembering what took for them to face pain without relief
and whenever letters were delayed in the mail mothers
began to fear the worst, if not a horrible death...
many went to churches and synagogues to ask God for mercy,
and yes He heard their pleas, but war had no clemency.


Many of those soldiers were given Purple Hearts
for their remarkable courage to have confronted danger without surrendering to the enemy,
others were forgotten in wheelchairs without legs and arms,
and they wept with no one offering comfort, warmth and sympathy...
but on those heart so proud of their Motherland they wore American flags,
unable to forget their commitment when they were asked to fight for their beloved country.
O brave soldiers, if no medals or honors were given you...let me reward you for your fright:
by erasing all the atrocity of bloody scenes that still are troubling your longest, coldest night. 
    


Details | Name | |

What I Learned From Mom

makings of a grandmother
only with a touch of own spice
tender to the touch with
hindering sweet sweet love that
enriches the soul to keep
rendering for more and more of
' stories of own sucess by
delivering messages of yesteryears
acknowledgment of thy mother's day
year after year




Happy Mother's Day To

Mothers 
Stepmoms 
And Moms To Be

Love Kathy & Jenny



Happy Mother's Day Mama   {1934 - 2005 }
         R.I.P.


Details | Rhyme | |

For her there's no escape

At a time of celebration, 
Drinking lager in the bar.
Go home, get changed for the night ahead, 
You decide to take the car.

You're not quite compos-mentis, 
Your judgements not too sound.
You're driving passed the local park, 
There's people all around.

You can't see where you're going,
Coz' you're searching for a tape.
Then "Bang!", A child flies through the air,
For her there's no escape.

You didn't see her coming,
Though she lies there on the floor.
You haven't gone to try and help,
You won't unlock the door!!

You were sentenced to six months in prison,
Got fined and banned for two years.
The only thing that I have left now,
Are my memories and millions of tears.

If only I'd kept her in that day,
She would be at my side, still alive.
It was YOU who murdered my daughter,
As YOU chose to drink and drive...


Details | Light Poetry | |

mother

Mother

Mother why did u leave
To live in the sky
Mother did you know
You forget to say goodbye

And when I’m sick
And cover in bed
Who will give me medicine?
And kiss my head

Mother did you see me
How much I cry
Father said its god will
To make you die

If god loves us all
 Why did he take your life?
Away from your little boy
Who is only five?

Mother did you see me
My first day in school
 Mother I comb my hear so nice
And I look so cool

Dad says you watching me
Mother can you see what I do
Dad says I look
Everything like you

And when dad takes me to the park
And kids are their mommy
I cry in side for you
But never let dad see

Mommy I am so scared
Why did you had to go
I keep praying that you will
Come back home tomorrow

But I know you are in heaven
Dad says you’re an angel
So I wall always be good
So one day will join you as well

Mother please looks over me
Your little boy is so alone
And if get a chance to leave heaven
Please come back home



Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Your hair 
Is the envy of the autumn sun 
It holds winter close
Your lonely eyes 
Map the secrets of Venice
Behind a carnival mask
Your ears 
Are vessels to your heart
Where armies invade
Your cheeks 
Are like ocean tides
Shifting with the moon
Your lips 
Are polished flowers
Sprouting from melted concrete
Your face is like my own
Too much so 
 


Details | Free verse | |

My baby

Don't listen to them, why should you care what they say?Hmm?
We will always love you, you know that.

They just don't understand you.
They don't matter.

Hush, don't cry.

My poor baby.
Why do they torment you so?

Shhhhhh.
Mummy's here.
It will be okay.



Details | Quatrain | |

PLANNED A DAY IN THE MERRY SUNSHINE

Came from work, exhausted and moody,
fall is advancing with an improvised, swift pace,
but the meteorologist defies it with the happiest face;
and tomorrow I'll wake up and trot away! 


Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
with a basked full of treats and a bottle of red wine,
to be consumed by the shade of an elm with my dearest;
and all the songbirds I will invite to my afternoon's feast!


We lay on the neatest blanket, facing the calmest, eastern sea
as sailboats drift by...a toddler listens to his mom's nostalgic song,
and in her tender voice that soldier's smile, on rippled waves, appears;
and tears, with a solar luster, fall on the pristine sand to recall her lost love.
  

Seagulls glide over to announce the close of an August's evening
still huddled in intimate embrace, the rushing waves tickle our toes,
and not minding their amusing play, we carry on and not withdraw;
before we lift the damp blanket, we are greeted by stars in throngs.


Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
a fantasy realized by two who will dream of this passionate season,
remembering our tanned faces and skin glittering with sand;
waving goodbye to the disheveled mother and trembling child.



Note:  These are the observations of a happy couple spending a day on the beach,
but  the happiness they felt wasn't shared by a mother and child who both missed a husband 
and father; and by the sad look on their faces, gazing out to the sea...he had gone to the  
Iraq War, and unfortunately had never returned home.


Details | Rispetto | |

madre save me

I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u,
I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a 
Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted.
On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my 
head n the guy behind the gun, willing
To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how 
it is right just is wht it is",
"No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I 
heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right 
lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the 
ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n 
asking for help words bearly would come out,
"It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with 
god,  he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying 
for me."
One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up 
5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be 
there.
"You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa
"I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied
"We all have a mother just keep tht in mind".
On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back 
of the head of the one who shoot me.
"I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me
"U have a mother?" I asked
"Screw u." He replied
" go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live."
Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead.
I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my 
mother passed through.


Details | Lyric | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Michael's Mother

The beauty of your mother was not in the clothes she'd wear
it wasn't even in the way the light danced upon her hair.
The beauty of your mother is beyond these words I write
her beauty came from in her soul, you saw it in her eyes.

The beauty of your mother was not measured by success
yet overflowing was her resplendence when you felt her soft caress.
A light warming every room she entered, words melodious and sweet
washing over you, as her verbal hug was your personal retreat.

The beauty of your mother had really only just begun
Showering you with drops of love and laughter as the sun.
The beauty of your mother is what her wish would be for you, 
Pure happiness and joy, For you, true love, to be loved too.

Remember each day your mother and the beauty that she shared
all the lessons she tried to teach you and how much for you she cared.
Because the beauty of your mother is not gone, its in your heart and in the skies
She is in you and when you gaze at me, the beauty of your mother is reflected in my eyes.


Details | Narrative | |

take me from this misery

* this poem has been inspired by Breaking Benjamin's Dear Agony....*
* and was written in memory of my grandmother Jeanne Gula *

My name is Jeanne Gula, today i found out that i have cancer.
Its in a tumor, that's very painful, its very rare, its 3 cancers into 1
they already took it out once... and it came back.
The doctor said it was to late to take it out again.
Its not the perfect end to my life, but its all i can have..
I don't really know how much more time i have.
I used to be able to walk by myself, with out help.
I can't believe this happened to me... of all people.
It's be coming torture, they called in hospices.
This cant be good...
I'm in my own home, slowly dieing...
I really don't want to leave, I will leave so many loved ones behind..
So I think i will stay a little longer...
Its January, i now can't do anything by myself, i have to rely on family to help with
everything, my organs are starting to slowly shut down, its very painful to go through.
but my daughters birthday is coming soon... I'm not going to leave now... i don't want her
to be sad, on such a happy day.
I can't hold on much longer.
I'm now out of this misery, its feb. 2nd, and I'm finally free.
Free, of all this pain, and I'm healthy again, I can walk, with out hanging on to anything
or anyone, I can finally be independent again...
now no one cry for me, because i lived a full long life, and no longer in pain..
I love you all.
Love Grammy


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Help

Born into a life of wonder and exploring Her parents she looks up to Curious mind roaring her parent adoring What she doesn’t know her faith she would soon lose Years grew old as the child grown And her father gives her these looks Her mother wonders but should have know In husband mind what cooks Mother works hard day by day Father sits and waits Father and child they play all day But by then it would be late “Daddy please don’t hurt me, get off!” Her voice yells with fright “Only one time I swear” He doesn’t really care Next morning comes she wants to die “Mommy why won’t her breath Close her eyes and you believe me” “Oh, darling why would you lie?” Believe me “why?” cries Days go one and months go by No one believe her she can’t go one She grabs her dad’s gun, she begins to cry That father trust is beyond gone She cocks the gun and holds dreams Pulls the trigger and it bring death And the heaven light beams She was raped and it ended her life Because no one listened to her Her life cut short as if by a knife This happened all the time Just listen to the cry


Details | Free verse | |

Mine but Not

I should love you.

But I cannot.
You're a stranger.

What did you do wrong?
Nothing.

You're mine 
But you're theirs.

I gave you to them.
I do not deserve you.

Child.
Poor abandoned child.


Details | Elegy | |

Each Precious Child

Each child is so precious,
  A treasure more than gold – 
Each child is here to cherish,
  To guide, to love, to hold.

A simple gaze into their eyes,
  And we see what we could have been -
And they look at us to find a glimpse
  Of what life has in store for them.

Although we may never comprehend  
  Why God calls them home to Him,
For we would never, ever be ready
  To let them go, we would rather go instead.

Since we cannot journey with them,
  Their memories are our saving grace,
We will hold on to them forever,
  As they become are our “Healing Place”.

So celebrate each and every moment,
  With each and every precious child,
And capture them in your memory,
  May their strength forever be your Guide.


Details | Acrostic | |

You

(Dedicated to Brandi)

Many nights
You came to my room. 

Only I know your
Needs. You give up when you 
Lay wake at night.
You have cried in the dark 

Wanting my presence 
Inside of your mind. 
Still I protect you. Please don’t forget
How long ago, I promised my ear.  


Details | I do not know? | |

Pointless, Worthless, War

Why do people have to die,
for something as stupid as war?
It's pointless,
It's worthless,
and causes nothing but pain.
There may be that moment,
when the victory is great.
But there's always after,
when the sorrow sinks in,
the tears fall,
and hearts break.
Fathers and sons are lost,
leaving wives and mothers behind.
Alone to grieve,
alone to weap,
and to scream at the sky,
despising to world.
It's something that she,
will never ger over.
That she lost her som or husband,
to the squables of countries.
There is no joy in this pointless bloodshed,
that causes nothinf but heartwretching pain.
It's pointless,
and it's worthless.
So why do so many hace to die,
for something as stupid as war.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

So Tiny

The thoughts of you, brings tears to my eyes. The tiny eyes, that I'll never get to look into. The tiny hands, I'll never get to hold. My heart breaks, when I think about, the tiny heart I'll never get to feel, the tiny voice I'll never get to hear, the tiny body I'll never get to hold closely. So tiny, So small. but our love for you, so strong.


Details | Elegy | |

Little Boy

Oh please little boy, please don't cry
Mommy went away
Daddy's here to stay
Please little boy, I love you so
Mommy's coming back
She didn't go!
Oh please little boy don't go away
Mommy will cry
While we go play
Please little boy won't you stay?
Gone forever
Still this day


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Sea of Souls

I see the sea of souls
overturned n washed away
I see their loss of love churning them 
toward the undertow
Their anguish bubbling to the surface
forming foam
poetry soup

Watching &
wading in this
slick of sadness,
i intuit my sinking in the sand.
Not from sheer weight 
but by all the hands
grabbing my ankles
trying to pull me in

The mother in me
wants to scoop them up
one by one
& sing them
sweet lullaby’s

The mother in me
Wants to cast a spell,
To calm the oceans,
To form shells
around their tender youth
Nd protect them 
from further lures

You see....
i have been in that frigid water many a time
It is where you & i have to go to die
& yet I know as sure as the rising n setting sun
we will all gladly walk that plank again
(Even if it means another mini death)

From under the water i must look like a God
An unattainable form bathed in light
an unattainable happiness out of reach
....what you cannot have
But, it is just i,
a simple caring soul 
gathering your words and hopefully you
someday


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Accept My Hugs

How could I sense when people are in need of hugs? 
I always had that loving heart
Now what happened to it? 

I'm in big trouble...ragged with loathe 
My hugs don't hold the same feelings
It chokes the living from their shelter
It makes them weak...I slowly swelter 

If I offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave me hanging there? 

How could I sense when people are in need of hugs? 
I always have had that loving heart
Now what happened to the love that shields us all?
How did this horrid situation tear us all apart? 

My hugs hold no importance...lacking desire
It only feeds the fire
Not the helpless in heart 
It clusters annoyance in the soul 

If I offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it? 
or leave me hanging there? 
Now I'm lustered in wrath...

I fear that dad will lose you 
Just over a single hug given by him...
Your affectionate embraces feel so grim 
Restrain from losing yourself
Accept his hugs that hold such guiltless charity

Free from faithless arguments...don't hold on to worthless words

If he offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there in the freezing cold?

His hugs aren't sold
Like a piece of perishable gold
To an ignorant form just like you
It holds freedom...it's all true 

If he offered you a hug, 
Accept them and appreciate his offer
Because he doesn't dwell on the negativity
Feel free to say your last goodbyes
But, remember us as our family departs...and dies

If He offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave Him hanging there in the freezing cold
Without His healing arms
Cradling you and your family throughout the furious night? 

If he offered you a hug, 
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there? 

It wouldn't be a dissappointment
If you would willingly
Accept his hugs

We would be drowning with excitement
If you would certainly
Accept OUR hugs


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A Criminal Element

My heart was completely hearted,
My Past was a quicksand, my ancestors,
Died without a drawing to follow up,
Younger generation has no guide lines.

When a person found a search light, 
And noted a formula of luxuries,
He wrote it for his younger generation.
Without roots a tree can’t survive.

A nation that has no roots as Dalits,
Are struggling to find out the roots,
Religion, a long rooted path for living.
People want to survive by conversion.

If someone has nothing to learn from past,
Present can’t build a concreted basement,
A life will waste the natural resources and 
Future will produce a criminal element.


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It's Ok Mama To Let Go

it's ok mama to let go
for the angels told me so
i'm no longer afraid 
to be on my own

it's ok mama to let go
go be with daddy 
so he doesn't feel 
so all alone

it's ok mama to let go
you've earn your wings
for god has told me so

it's ok mama to let go
i'll be waiting and watching
for your spirits aglow

it's ok mama to let go
for god exponged that cancer
and now lets you travel to and fro



Happy Mother's Day Mama {1934 - 2005 }
RIP


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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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A DAUGTER'S PRAYER

Dear Lord

Thank you for giving me the mother I had
Thank you for always helping her 
Thank you for making her so sweet
For her unconditional love
Her kind spirit and gentle words.

Thank you Lord for the time we had
All the good times and the bad
Dear Lord you know the pain I have
The longing for her everyday
I know you need her now.

There was so much I still
Wanted to say and do
Dear Lord I ask you now
To please help me through
Take good care of her

My Mother whom I loved so…..


This poem is in remembrance of my mother-in-law.
I dedicate this to my sister-in-law.


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Rape

You promised to respect me
and never decieve
you told me that you loved me
and i let myself believe
you invited me to the party
and at first i told you no
but then you said common
and insisted that i go
not thinking much about it
my second thoughts grew
but they were quickly lost
when i walked in after you
i knew something was wrong
when i kept falling on the floor
i wasnt really thirsty
but said to drink some more
and so i did
slowly handing you my fate
with absolutly no idea
that i would soon get raped
running into walls
as you led me up the stairs
the door up there had opeded
as people came out in pairs
i fell over laughing
everything started to spin
i continued to crawl
but i had i bad feeling within
as soon as i reached the top
you pushed me in the room
letting myself fall
as i slowly approached my doom
you threw me on the bed
with such force i never knew
i tried to scream for help 
but it was just us two 
i was just so scared
and there was no one else around
as you put your hand on my mouth
and said dont you make a sound
trying to push you off
wondering why you did me wrong
but every attempted failed
you were just too strong
i was squirming around and screaming for help
but it was already too late
with my useless crys and helpless sighs
i was getting raped


-Spencer Coggsdale     dedicated to Jose Galvan


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Last Kiss

last kiss
before dying
how tragic




Tribute To 
Our Loved Ones 
On The Other Side

{R.I.P.}


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A Toast To Mom

oh the weather outside is frightful
and having snowball fights were so delightful

getting hit in the butt and head
then laughing cause you start seeing red

hooking on car bumpers for a little ride
wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide

mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead
we never listened to what she had said

socks for gloves to keep little hands warm
even amidst a blizzards storm

soaked from head to foot
looking like santa's outfit full of soot

but what I remember about fun the most
was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast


on that speical Christmas morning day
before the Lord had came and taken her away


   {R.I.P. Mama}


Happy Holidays All
Love Kathy And Jenny

Also Entry For 
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Songs In Poem Form
Gl All


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Have and the have nots

grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told

A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend

late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends

a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside

the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town

eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes


the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord

when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage

two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet

these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while

When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then  one of greed 


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A YOUNG LIFE TAKEN

Ruth wasn't more than seventeen,
the cutest girl I had ever seen;
a drunk driver collided head-on
with a Buick Regal at an excessive speed.
That intoxicated man had smoked weed...
he once was a clean, responsible son.


Yesterday her mom was so proud of a boy so mannered and tame,
today she's gotten a share of the horrendous shame;
he's not aware of the horrifying crash, he continues to laugh;
while in the passenger's seat of the other car Ruth bleeds to death. 


The nearest hospital' ambulance comes within five minute's time,
the car radio is still playing that song with perfect rhyme;
Ruth's face is covered with blood and pieces of glass,
and her mom tries to wipe them off with a towel as white as her dress.
She hopes that those paramedics would save her,
but she has no pulse,...how heart-wrenching is Ruth's mother despair!


Why did he drink irresponsibly, get behind the wheel and enter the opposite lane? 
Didn't he know that a car is a weapon that often takes the life of an innocent person? 
" So sorry for my son's negligence and impairment, I will share your deep pain."
Will's mom apologizes in an attempt to comfort her while sunlight brings on the dawn.


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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.


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The heartbeat

Every night when i'm laying my head to rest
and i hear your heartbeat on my chest 
lets me know that i'm doing alright

i thought i lost you in that hospital room
when they couldn't find a beat
it scared me to death and my heart skipped
we all seen the line and thought you were dead

But that night i looked up
and within the tears running down my cheek
i saw an angel watching over him and me 
she looked at me and smiled then flew away
i looked at my baby and saw him awake

I didn't know what to believe
but i saw that angel in front of me
i thank her every night i lay my head to say goodnight
cause the beat i feel on my chest 
is in my arms and not laid to rest 

My baby just turned 5 today 
his heart beat had faded away
but i'm glad i got all i could get with him
for the angel who saved him has taken him
but before he went he said to me
the angel you saw i can now see
 she is standing right in front of me
goodbye mommy and i love you daddy 




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U Sacrificed Me

My Mother told me I'll understand,
   one day when I love a man.
She told me I would do anything for him,
   for love love if I can.
She told me I'll do things for him,
   I would have never forseen.
She told me I 'll even put him,
    before my own dreams.
My mother told me,
    one day I'll understand.

My mother told me at the age of ten,
    she needed me to please her boyfriend.
I knew not how I could,
     and didn't yet comprehend.
Especially when I considered,
     my mother my bestfriend.
She told me to take my clothes off,
     lay down and close my eyes.
Then she raised her voice at me,
     as she said now is not the time to ask why.

Then her boyfriend walked in,
     and asked her, why wasn't I undress.
Then he came over kissed my lips,
    and began fondling my breast.
He grabbed my arm then told me,
    now you'll make love to a real man.
I tried to snatch my arm away and tried to run,
    but quickly  he grabbed my hand.
He dragged me into the room,
    by my arm and neck.
Then he told me today I'll know,
    how it felt to be considered wet.

He told to lye down,
   as he closed the door and smiled.
Then he said today you cross over,
   into adulthood from being just a child.
I didn't take off my clothes,
   because I didn't want anthing to do with this.
He walked  back out the room,
  and offered my mother another hit.
He came back into my room, 
  and layed back on my bed.
The he said today,
   you'll learn to appreciate giving me head.

After a time or two,
  of purposely biting his manhood.
He snatched me up by hair saying nevermind,
   let me go down there and make you feel good.
I kept my eyes closed the the whole time,
   trying to understand and realize.
Why was this "real" man tongue,
 between my thighs.
When he was finished he layed on top of me,
   placing his manhood inside.
Then he made me get on top and said now,
   I'll teach you how to finally ride.

When he got tired,
  of doing all of that.
He said now I'll teach you,
  how to lye on your back.
When he was finished he said,
  this isn't just your butt crack.
I screamed to the top of my voice,
  through it all but no one could hear.
Through the schorching
   pain and many tears.
The older I became,
  the more I continued not to understand.
Why or how could my mother sacrifice me,
   for the love of a man!


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MY GIFT TO DENISE

Denise is barely twelve and smart,
she has been an orphan for sometime,
but since her mom passed away,
she grew up as lonely child...
generosity was instilled early
in her little, empty heart.


She made her first paper star
when Sirius, the brightest one,
appeared and hung over
the twinkling, navy blue horizon...
thinking of her mother's illness,
and to her she was a pretty princess.


And with love and eagerness, Denise 
sang a melancholic song every evening,
feeling her presence with that smiling face;
other girls had mothers to sing them lovely lullbyes,
so Sirius was deeply touched, and seeing 
her loneliness got some nightgales to lull her to sleep.


I've made a plea today, through the Archangel Gabriel,
to ask God to give the star, Sirius, to Denise,
and in return I would do many a good deed;
and tell everyone the wonderful news with a thrilling voice,
and would the Almighty, who made this gem to gleam,
grant me another wish...a wish perhaps too impossible?


Nights passed, and no heavenly message was sent to me,
and Gabriel never returned to ease my restlessness and fear;
one night as I fell asleep...his voice ordered me to listen,
" Your Father has granted your wish...He has seen a sincere love;
now Sirius is Denise's star!" And waking up from that vision,
I looked outside and there she was gazing at it with awe!


Entered in Lind-Marie Bariana's contest, " Shining Star "


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Ricky

His name is Ricky
He's gone for good
He was so beautiful
No one understood!
She went to work
And when she came back
He was laying there lifeless
He had suffered a smack
She cried and cried
Her little Ricky was gone
She could not help him
The damage was done!


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Have you ever?

Have you ever lived my life?
Or even felt my pain?
Have you ever thought it was just a Nightmare that might just never end?
Have you ever seen your mother being sprayed by police?
Snatching your brother from her arms?
Have you ever tried to explain why these things happen?
To not only but yourself,
But also to your sister and brother?
Have you ever wondered why, you were locked in a room?
Made the enemy because they can’t trust you?
Have you ever felt such intense pain that you thought you might die?
Have you ever wondered why your father had to lie and blame things on others that he 
simply could not hide?
Has your mother ever told you ‘I HATE YOU!’ because of all the horrid things that were going 
on?
Have you ever had to hide your face so no one would see your tears?
Have you ever lyed in bed awake crying blood stained tears?
Do you think of cutting your arms?
Just to release the pain.
Do you think I care about what you say?
When I know things will never be the same.
Have you ever tried to take your life?
Thinking there’s no other way out?
Have you ever even wondered
What the cold hands of death might feel like?
Have you sat behind a window?
Watching as the world goes by.
Wondering if you’ll ever come back to such a terrible place?
Have you ever wished that the memories would just leave or start to fade?
But, every time you look at your arms
The memories come flooding back.
Have you ever wondered if there’s a person out somewhere
That feels the way you do?
If not,
Then why do judge me as you do?
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My Unborn Tear!

My Unborn Tear 
Bys Spidey Williams 

I cried majority of the time I knew your mother. 
Because She lied to me majority of the time she knew your father. 

Lies I rather not say. 
But in due time you'll learn one day. 

Maybe not, as we hope and pray. 
You mother changes her stubborn ways. 

I've done all I can, 
To be that man! 

But hopefully you'll learn to understand. 
That everything does not always go as planned. 

Choices were made concerning you. 
By the choice I made but and the choices your mother didn't do. 

I wish things could have been better than they are. 
I wish you too could have been my missing star! 

But instead you're my first tear, 
I shed before you're here! 

My voice you may not ever hear. 
But always remember I loved you dear! 

I know I have a funny way of showing love as you may perceived! 
But I now give you and your mother to God above I believe! 

Maybe one day I'll see you face, 
instead of memories I've learned to erase! 

I know you never ask to come into this world. 
Nor did you ever ask to be a fatherless girl! 

But someone or some people made that choice for you already! 
They said on your mark then go, before you were ever set and ready! 

I'm sorry! 

Hopefully you won't learn or be taught to hate me! 
But, if you are I'll accept it gratefully! 

Now I found my star as I shed a tear because truly I do care. 
Praying God sends you and your mother a real man, since I'm no longer there! 

I'll write about you until I leave this earth! 
As I done long before your birth! 

Love your mother as I tried... 
Every time you shed a tear try not to remember why! You again you cried! 

Now I shed yet another tear! 
Because it's only a few months left before you are here! 

In Loving Memory Of......... 

Though Words you are not yet dead......... 
It's better words between us are left unsaid......... 


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Jesus Called You Home Today

Jesus called you home today
Said your time was up
Please walk this way
Follow him through the Pearly Gates
As you step through Heaven's Door
Please remember these few words

Mother I will miss you so
I'm sorry you had to go
You were only 49 years old
But your time on Earth was done
Now it was time for you to be an Angel
I know you'll be there to watch out for me

Like you were when you where here
I am happy though
You don't have to suffer from the cancer and stroke
Jesus took your hand and lead you home
Showed you a new life to live
Even though you are truely missed

I know theres holes in the floor of Heaven
And your my guardian Angel 
Watching out for me through my troubled times
You are still my guiding light
I love you mom but know its time
Cause Jesus called you home today


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The Time You Were Young

You think about your treasured past.
Wondering if you could ever go back.
Your days grow shorter
as you grow older.
The time seems to past
as fast as you can remember.
But deep down you know
that you have achieved greatness.
Even though you haven't always been the best person.
They say that the Devil's water isn't so sweet.
but you can take a dip every once in a while.
So as you lay there
ill, and in bed.
Think about the time you were young.


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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


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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


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Day After You ve Gone

When I awoke this morning the sun
was shinning so bright, I couldn’t believe
it for it should have be dark and gloomy…

Birds’ singing on high, singing in the
spring, this is not right for it should
be quiet and bleak…

I went to sit in that big old chair
cradling my head trying to understand
why you are dead…

Didn’t get the chance to tell you good-bye
or hold you in my arms for the last time…

As I set here I feel like we were cheated,
cheated to chance of that last hug, kiss and
to say, be seeing you someday…

The days will seem so empty without you
by my side and thank God for the memories
for if not I am sure I would die…

Keep hearing you in my head, I think
you are saying live in the warmth, sing
with the birds for they are telling you
how much you are loved…

Just know that when you hear my
whisper in your head that God has allowed
me to so  you are not to despair…

God has his arms around me guiding me
along until the day we are together again
and  I wish you happiness until that short
fleeting time is gone and you are by my side…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012


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Tears

One tear for him saying he loved her and will be there
One tear for her falling for him and just wanting him near
For him not using a condom..thats one more tear
One tear for each of the 3 months, that passed
One tear from the fear of the pregnancy test she did not pass
One tear for her high school education she watched float away
One tear for her young age of 14 and not knowing any other way
One tear for her suggestion of the situation "getting handled" in a certain way
One tear for his rage as he wanted the baby regardless to stay
One tear for her telling  him that it was the best choice
One tear because he didn't let her exercise pro-choice
One tear for her persuading him and agreeing he'll go
One tear because when that day came, where he was, she didn't know
One tear for the pain she endure all by herself
One tear for the blood that stained her panties when she got home
One tear for he never again called her phone
and shed one more tear because she has to cry all of these tears alone
                                                  -Akiyah Francis

(Dedicated to my best friend and myself for the struggle we both had to endure, at least we
did it together)


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A Mother's Kiss

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Letter To Heaven

Dear Mom, 
just thought I'd drop a line
To let you know that i'm doing fine
Remember Cindy 'cross the county line
Well Mom I finally made her mine
Mom, I know it's been awhile
But you know writings not my style
That Cindy she's one of a kind
She lets me stay out till nine
And Mom, gotta tell you I miss you
Sometimes I don't know what to do
That guy down the street, you know who
He tells me how much he loved you
Mom, yesterday we got a lotta rain
But the ground was dry, so I can't complain
And since you left I haven't seen Aunt Jane
Yes she still lives down the lane
Mom, remember our Beagle ol'blue
Fifteen puppies, thats quite a few
Well Mom, Cindy's cooked some stew
So tell GOD hi, and Mom I love you
Your Son Boo-Boo


Details | Rhyme | |

Lonesome Highway Blues

Oh Lord Mama went away 
in the winter of 05
And now she's resting 
by our Papa's side

Lonesome highway 
crosses their path
Winding roads and
two lonely bird baths

And  scented flowers 
filter  the air 
Reminds me of them both 
still being there

And as I stare beyond 
the clouds silver lining
Oh I know their both up there 
doing some real fine dining

Oh Lord please comfort them 
both from all of their pains
And as my tears stream down 
in this pouring rain

Memories of pain joy 
and some of my fears
Is what brought here 
so close and near

Oh and Papa you were right 
when you said I had a lesson to learn
Many roads and bridges 
I had to cross and burn

And As I get into my car 
and drive away
I know this lonesome highway 
will return me one day

So goodby 
oh goodby Mama and Papa 
I still love you
I still love you both

oh and thank you 
thank you 
for helping me 
get over 

all those lonesome blues

lonesome highway blues





Papa   1925  -  1981
Mama  1934 -  2005

            { RIP }

Miss You Both


Details | Verse | |

My Daily Cries

People are always selling these true LIES!

I have seen more pain with these EYES.
Than generations before, and after ME, 

Will see after the T.V., shows episodes of their LIFETIMES!
Leaving you in a state of speechless like MIMES!

This much pain is not healthy for any human MIND.
I was forced from a young age, 

To be my family backbone and SPINE!
Oh how I wish God TIME,
 	
Could REWIND!
The clocks hands keep TICKING!

My mom keeps TRIPPIN!
Telling me I’m following in my father FOOTSTEPS!

Cursing me, 
like it was my fault,
she was not always RESPECTED!

Like it was my fault, by my father, she was NEGLECTED!
Why does she blame me for his FAULTS!

Like it’s really my FAULT!
He’s LOST!
Even if he could be FOUND,
I don’t think I would, even want him NOW!

I can honestly say to you,
I have a father with no FACE!
A father with no HEART!
A father with no RESPONSIBILITIES!

 My mother say, everything that is in my father, lives on in ME!

I’ll never understand!
Why she hates me? Does she see, 
some of my father characteristics,
in my PERSONALITY

Although I fight all of the time, 
With the thought of being just like my DADDY!

Sometimes I feel like him wanting to disown and abandon his FAMILY!

Then I realize they are all I HAVE!

My mother was forced to be my MOM and my DAD!

My father left me to all by MYSELF.
To pursue his “own” life and his “own” personal WEALTH!

Not UNDERSTANDING!
His WEALTH! 
Was here with him always by his side STATNDING!

This, he could not SEE!
He looked at the family life, 
as the white man, 
often looks at ME!

As my ancestors, 
Looked at the chains on their feet,
Wanting to be FREE!
As my black generations looked at SLAVERY!

With so much pain! Hate! ANIMOSITY!
Showing so much HOSTILITY! 
Where is this God? They say! Arose from the DEAD! 

Why have this living thorn! Through his family been forced to be the HEAD!


Details | Ballad | |

PRAYERS FOR EVERYONE

Hope you can see us from high above.
Help us be strong and brave forever no matter.
Be with us always in every which way you can in your kindness.
I will always find your light and keep it in my young heart in my best way possible.
You left us for a reason and we love you in our hearts.
You saved my life to give yours away which l'll  never forget.
It breaks my heart in tears terribly.
Your star will follow me everywhere to guide me in good and bad times.
Your in presence when were in pain and in happiness.
Lead us where we will be safe like the star you carry for each of us.
Let us accept who we are and why were on this earth.
Let your angels carry us where you are so peaceful when our time arrives.
My Prayer, Your Prayer, Our Prayers
Forever in our hearts.
With love always,
Your niece, your family.


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? | |

Turning The Pain On You

You don't know me at all 
Didn't help you watched me fall 
Do you know anything about me? 
Do you even know what I yearn to be 
How can you lie to people about my life 
Your just angry and tired of being a house wife 
I know that your ashamed of me 
Didn't want others to know I was attending GED 
Saying I had finished school 
Making me feel pain and look a fool 
I messed up because of you 
And everything you put me through 
Did you know I love books 
No you didn't you never bothered to look 
Said that I was a bad child 
Thats funny your my mom but never around 
How can I be the worst when I've done nothing 
Even with all that I continue hurting 
Calling me out my name 
How do you expect me to stay sane 
Taking his side as if he cares When he hurt you your kids were there 
The pain he put you through 
Now you act as if were the liars and his words are true 
You used to be so strong 
He made you weak and I'm telling  you your wrong 
You judged me now it's my turn 
I want you to fell the pain and burn 
We both know what he did to us 
But you push me away and him you trust 
Your family is very ungrateful 
Very bitter and hateful 
I just want you to open your eyes 
Yearn for you to break down and cry 
Tell me that you really need me 
Say your sorry for hurting me and free me 
Tell me you want to be hugged 
I want you to know what it feels like to crave for love 
As you do this trying to be free 
I'd know you  felt my kind of pain and misery. 
  Poetry  


Details | I do not know? | |

Fallen

More than likely i stared into his eyes
but couldn't hear a sound
stared so  deeply into his hands that i could have almost engraved my name.
Wonder what really was this game.
His bold and think eye brows barley moving at all.
the walls are white touching the sky.
Studying my body there seems to be a lot of scares.
The room  slowly bashing out red as I watch and heard him 
walk out
 leaving me on the bed 
sadly
Nodding  his head to the lady down stairs.
Going toward the room where my family and friends fled,
My grandmother spiritually praying,
Begging god to let her live another day, at least fro her to say 
 goodbye
Everything touching me is ice cold.
Who am i?
What happened over the past hour or so?
Why are my surroundings so gracefully Bright?
my head feels light
 He tells my grandmother 
"she held up a fight but it was just her time to say goodnight".
 Her eyes screamed then fell out rain.
she went to where the rest of my family and friends
  wondered what had happened?
Is this all a dream?
I yelled out her name  again and again.
 but all five times it just echoed through my brain.
I tried to reach out and touch her hair.
 but I soon found out my hand wasn't really there.


Details | Rhyme | |

About a World

Don't sin and cry to me
(I do)
I never promised to agree
(I do)
Smile, kill, rinse, repeat
(I do)
Spill the shells at our children's feet

You make it harder to
Lay down and die
Point the question at troubled skies
Noose

I do

I'm liking what I see
(I do)
Clean and civil sanity
(I do)
For best results, overdo
(I do)
Collapse and promise that you'll lose

You make it harder to
Lay down and die
Point the question at troubled skies
Noose

Don't sin and cry to me
(I do)
Blinded suitor always sees
(I do)
Smile, kill, rinse, repeat
(I do)
A fine institution, indeed

You make it harder to
Lay down and die
Point the question at troubled skies
Noose

I do


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Don't Cry Momma


You call me a boy, because you feel you should.
But, I'm a man Momma and made my decisions because I could.
There will come a time when every boy leaves his home.
Walks out the door and into life, returning a man of his own.
I knew where I was going and what I had to do.
It was about what I believe Mom, not about you.
Everyone has a calling, a duty they need to fill.
Mine was to honor our Country, and I believe in that still.
Though the war I fought was not on our land.
Many of nights I slept with one eye open laying in the sand.
Mom, I know it's hard for you to understand.
But, given the chance I would do it again.
To see such sights our minds could hardly comprehend.
How could a country be so down and afraid to rise again.
Could you turn down a child, begging for food?
His family's bodies lie in the distance, what would you do?
To watch a woman, afraid to show her face.
For the fear of death Mom, it's madness in this place.
To see emptiness in a man's eye's, his fight has long been gone.
I wanted to help these people! They should have back their homes!!
Don't call me a boy Mom, 'cause it's the boy I'm fighting for.
So he can sleep in a bed instead of dirt as a floor.
To hear the sounds of laughter not bombs in the air.
Shouldn't a women have the right to show her own hair?
Oh, Mom we have it made, just look at you on the President's lawn.
Talking about your little boy, how you go on and on.
The school pictures, the birthday's, the free life I led.
While others are fighting Mom, to not wake up dead!
You plaster my picture all over TV.
Why, Mom, why would you do this to me?
Don't cry Momma, I'm not a boy and I did look both ways.
Please say you're proud of how I spent my last days.
Your son went to make a difference and though my stay was brief.
I died doing what I believed in, maybe that can comfort your grief.
Let me rest in peace Mom, stand tall and honor my name.
And speaking for all of those here, tell their families to do the same.


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......


Details | I do not know? | |

Tale of two angels

Tale of two angels
who lived in a poor neighborhood
who thought nothing would work
but God knew it would.

Everyday they woke up to nothing
no food, no water, no new clothes
but no one knew
but only God knows.

Their mother prayed everynight 
to the Lord on the thrown,
wishing all her tears and troubles
would one day be gone.

She did the best she could
all that she could 
to raise her beautiful daughters
on her own and everyday this is what she told them.

"I gave you wings to fly 
and a mouth to confess and never tell a lie.
I gave you lungs and air to breathe
I gave you a shoulder to lean on 
when you couldn't beat the speed."

One Christmas Eve,
the girls were bored
so their friends invited them to a church.
Instead of having nothing to do,
in the church they did discover who...
they discovered a youth meeting being held
in the back of the church.

They walked into the room 
just as steady as they pleased,
they sat down on their knees
and listened to what their was left to say,
which made them quite pleased.

They went home after the sermon,
went to their room, got on their knees
and began to cry, they sat on the floor
in her time of weakness and dispare
to think and wonder how much their mother really cared.

Shouting out to the Lord, they did scream
their love for God had grown
every stitch and seam.

"Lord she has done so much 
to provide for us
now can you hold her hand and stand beside us.
Christmas is not about presents, it's about 
celebrating your birthday, your name
its not about growing up in fortune and fame.
Lord you are God
and we know you will provide
but I pray this pray
to the heavenly father that sits on his thrown 
in the sky." They prayed this prayer over and over again
until there was nothing left to hear 
except for the sound of the wind.

The next morning they woke up to find
a tree full of presents,
a table with breakfast already made,
and a dinner being prepared as if for a hundred slaves.

The family rejoiced
because God would always make a way
when things were going wrong
a way was made out of no way.

He started with little and everything multiplied
they rejoiced so much
their praises did reach the sky.

It started to rain
"Don't worry child, Jesus is crying
and rejoicing to because we are so blessed
 to have two little angels like you."


Details | Sonnet | |

Collections

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


Details | 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


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 | I do not know? | |

This Mother's Day

It's not something
for which you would have to pay
nor take a lot of time to decide
It's not something
I've ever asked from you before
but it will have to come from the heart
It's not something
that's cute
or precious to the eye
It's not a piece of clothing
or something to hang on the wall
no words are needed
but would be appriciated
So when you ask what it is
I want this Mother's Day
my simple request is this
Please take away my anger,
my hurt, my fears,
my sorrow and pain


Details | Bio | |

Her long gone baby

as she sits wondering about her life
who is with in it and with out it a babys tears cry far away
while its mothers tears find them each day
two hearts acking for one another and looking for shelter 
some kind of cover and knowing what choise  she made was wrong
but at the same time she had no one to help her along
now not another in her life and the pain cuts her down like a knife 
needing the baby that grew within and wanting to get hr back and 
with hold the sin brings lonely nights that mother sees
this long gone baby is what she needs
and thee only thing to be complete.


Details | I do not know? | |

A little girls cry

I hurt inside . All i ever do is cry.
You say "I'm never sadasfied"..
It's just things in my life to painful to recite.
A mother never wanted, or loved that child that God gave from above.
A father with a sick mind . Only hurt and never loved....
This person never had a chance from the first.
Then mother always drank and only cursed.
No time for this confused messed up little girl...
Never explained why all of the hurt.keeps it  inside one day to burst..
For i never understood what i did wrong....
Still questions i would like to ask??
Why God put me here?
Why God let it last?
And now i still sit and think about the past.
All the hurt and tears i held back.
Now i never mention the names Donna or Jack....
When asked about family Parents i lacked.....  


Details | I do not know? | |

Please

My Heart Breaks
Every time I look into their eyes.
I know you’re here, 
I feel your lips upon mine
every time my heart breaks.
I know you watch over them,
But
Do you see the pain you brought by leaving us?
Do you see the wonder, that they want to know, in there eyes?
The Questions that they want answered?
Why you?
Why God?
The night bring on more questions,
that they want answered.
Please mend my broken heart.
Please stop the wondering building in there eyes.
Please answer the questions they need answered.
Please still be with us, Forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ms. Jenny

chester sat in the second row
every day at his school
no one asked, no one knows
but yet the kids were cruel
Ms. Jenny had a simple task
to teach by the book
but chester never seem to pass
so she took a deeper look
his momma died with little sign
he only had rags to wear
for daddy worked at the five and dime
with no money left to spare


at christmas in the classroom
what pretty gifts they gave her
chester found his mom's perfume
and wrapped it in toilet paper
the bottle wasn't full its true
her heart just couldn't believe
but chester smiled, because he knew
it was the best Ms. Jenny recieved
days went by and Ms. Jenny tried
to come up with a clue
and many nights she sat and cried
she knew what she had to do


after school she took the time
to teach him life is tough
that he could be God's best design
if he applied himself enough
years went by and things got better
than they ever were before
Ms. Jenny found a special note
slipped under her classroom door
"thank you for the faith you gave
when my life was dark and sad
I told my mother at her grave
your the best teacher i ever had"


As the tears streamed down her face
Ms. Jenny already knew
that showing love could not replace
what the books in school teach you
years went by and things still better
than they ever were before
Ms. Jenny found another note
slipped under her classroom door
"I'm getting married to this girl, you see
somehow I know you'd care
please come and sit where my mother can't be
I know she'd want you there"


The day arrived, the crowd was set
as chester paced the floor
and then a sight he'll never forget
when Ms. Jenny walked through the door
her simple smell filled the room
a fragrance like no other
chester was the proudest groom
to see his "stand in" mother
it was never easy to understand
the steps we all should trace
but Ms. Jenny knew this young man
had finally found his place

so much time she gave in tears
encouragement that made him strong
but time is limited on earth by years
and now Ms. Jenny is gone
before they closed the casket he cried
then on the pillow by her head
one final note he left inside
and this is what it said
"God sent you here to rescue me
from a life that was doomed and sad
and though I'll miss you terribly
you were the best teacher I ever had".

Written by: sharlett lamb















Details | Blank verse | |

A Night

A night, 
When he was sleeping upstairs, 
He heard a noise,
Someone was weeping bitterly.

He switched on the light,
And came out,
Moon was flashing everywhere,
Cool wind was also in motion.

He looked at the sky,
Stars were twinkling,
In the heart of a blue sky,
When there were no clouds.

He watched every where,
He had seen nobody,
Old tree was standing in a shadow,
In the middle of a lawn.

He came back in,
And enters into the kitchen,
Where he drinks water,
And stops for a cup of tea.

He heard again sobbing,
He came to the window 
And looked out very carefully,
He saw old tree was crying.

He came out and went to the tree,
And asked his problem, 
You cut my twigs,
I never complain. He said,

But today, I don’t know
What was in your mind?
You cut my soft leaves,
That’s why I am weeping.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Child Within

I’m all grown up Daddy and all I can do is keep looking back.
I’ve traveled a long road just to be standing here dead on this track.
Many of my tears have been laid to rest and my smile I now seek.
Bruised and battered I cover the little girl that grows inside.
Yellow blankets and satin pink pillows to comfort her when she’s weak!
She seeks to hide.

I’m all grown up Mama and all I can do is keep looking ahead.
I’ve rode the Oceans waves just to be alive and not feel so dead.
Many of my laughs have been put to a test and my smile I have never found.
She’s lost, but sound.

The child within, they all attack.
The child within, they are all meek.
The child within, they all fed.
The child within, they are all bound.

In a world so far away,
Treasures and castles were her path.
It is where she always went to play.
Beautiful gardens and flowing rivers is where she took her very first bath.
Like watering a tree, that little girl just grew and grew and grew.
Finally, she broke free and was clear from every single one of you.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Lyric | |

Missing My Mommy

They say you don’t know what you got until it’s gone.
Well I am here to tell you it’s true.

I never knew how much I looked to my mom for her advice. 
I really suppressed the feelings of love for my mother, but now that she is gone I 
would give anything to tell her how much I do and did love her. Just to hug her 
once again, to brush her mane of gold, or even to do that one more favor she 
may need from me. It would be worth it you know.

Every now and then I can sense her presence. I hear her words, coughs, and 
beckoning. I can smell her and feel her beside me telling me it is ok, she is now 
out of pain and happier than she had been for a really long time, but I can’t help 
missing my mommy.
 
She used to encourage me to have a mind of my own and not to just go along 
with the crowd, but to be one of a kind. Although she had a hard time telling how 
much she loved me or showing appreciation for the woman I had become she 
tried even if I didn’t see it at the time. 

She may not have been the most nurturing mother of all times and I must admit 
that she quite the selfish one, but no matter she was still my mommy.

There are days when everywhere I turn I see things no matter how slight, that 
remind me of her. It may be a song or television show she liked. Maybe it is a 
flower or something of nature or it could be a sentimental item she would have 
liked, but it all still echoes of my mommy just the same.

When in midstream of thoughts of her it is difficult to bring myself back to the 
reality that she is gone from this cruel place we call Earth. 

The only thing that truly comforts me is knowing she is not really all that far away 
and someday I will see her again in heaven, she will be the one talking Jesus’ 
and God’s ears off. 

As for me at this moment I am not so sad anymore even though I am missing my 
mommy. 


Details | Free verse | |

Accepting our loss

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


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The Undertaker Weeps, Too

long accustomed to his morbid profession,
   where the slightest hint of genuine sorrow
      is taboo deserving only derision,
         he's in total control of his emotion;

but now, a sensation from deep inside him
   surges upward like a relentless deluge
      at the sight of a shaking, grieving mother,
         humming a lullaby to her dead daughter;

something filmy in his eyes, and the room melts
   in watery shapes tinted in fluid colors;
      he can't believe it, must be perspiration,
         ah, but tears blur the undertaker's vision !


Details | Free verse | |

Quarter's Ebb Tide

Quarter's Ebb Tide
A quarter of a century
Stolen from the heart
Broken bonds
Deception thriving in secrecy
Trading in the ball and chain
For a different vice
With another name
Escaping your prison
Freedom awaits
It shall reign arrogantly
Like the court jester
That you have become
But, nothing has changed
Swimming in stagnant waters
Going nowhere
Running in circles
Tears fall because you are the same
Just a broken soul
Trying to find the truth
But, living a lie
Like the coward that you are
Smashing the mirror
That reflects your misery
Bloody hands of debauchery
Are all that remain
In your empty existence
Solitary rodeo
Diving in the crimson sky
Of tempting illusions
Falling to your death 

©  2008 Courtney Dyer


Details | I do not know? | |

TRAVESTY OF SANCTITY

Daughter, sister,
Wife, mother,
Adjectives of kinship
Are worthy of worship

Markers of purity,
Idols of sanctity,
Yet victims of atrocity!
Strange cozenage of sanctity!!


Details | Narrative | |

Shh

Shh…
Shuttered the stifling air
Confining her innocence
Clinging to a teddy bear

Shh…
Ruffled the blanket of lies
Concealing her trembling
The lids to her cries

Shh…
Echoed the corners of the room
Beneath the glowing ceiling
Of a neon moon

Shh…
Creaked the rays of flight
Unlocking morning
Pardoning night

Jesus, she whispered
Lowering her weary head
Do you know why my father
Comes to my bed


Details | Lyric | |

Heavenly Peace

Mother said she was getting weary,
And wanted to be at rest.
But God saw her work unfinished,
And kept her 'til He thought it best.
Now her work has been done,
A race well run,
The troubles of the world will cease.
She deserves the best, of eternal rest,
Sleep on in Heavenly Peace


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Daughter's Plead

Teach me---
 
How 
To 
Till 
My 
Thought

Near the placid stream
That I may bloom, like an alabaster rose


Details | I do not know? | |

the person inside everybody

A kid in high school doesnt have no friends                                                                      
Because he's a loser he gets ridiculed to the end                                                           
He has a good heart, he has a good brain                                                                        
He feels lonely, the only thing he sees is pain                                                                 
HIs father abandoned him, his mother died                                                                     
From everybody all he hears is lies                                                                                    
He succumb to smoking, he succumb to drinking                                                          
But nothing could help the way he was feeling                                                                 
He found his father who use to abuse his mother                                                           
And told him he was going to be a big brother                                                         
But   thanks to you I lost my my mother & sister                                                       
And  pulled out an small little pistol                                                                                    
He shot his father and buried his body                                                                             
Now he realized hes a crazy somebody                                                                            
Hes back at school still feeling pain                                                                                   
Why has his peace been so long detained                                                                      
Hes has no friends no people to hangout with                                                               
So the only thing left to do is commit suicide death                                                       
Whos this person that feels this way                                                                                 
People might know but their afraid to say                                                                          
Thats right thiis person is me                                                                                             
This person inside everybody


Details | Monorhyme | |

There's Something About Ma Ma's Christmas Tree

There's something about Ma Ma's Christmas tree
ornaments tinsel blinking lights and popcorn strewn
about  by her grandchildren's  little hands to plainly see
the angel nestled on top blessing for all who comes passes she
fresh scent of pine lingering about ticking our noses like a soft country breeze
presents big and small stacked upon each other for her big family
bows falling from the gifts tightly wrapped  only by she
needles upon the skirt sticking to our hands and our little knees
Christmas bulbs reflecting  off our silly little faces ever so jolly
Mama taking snap shots of us all standing in front of her six foot tree
but nothing was more beautiful that could be given to she
Except for my heart who I miss giving to Ma Ma who always stood by me






RIP MAMA  {1934 - 2005}
Love Ya And Miss Ya


Details | I do not know? | |

" Drunkin Tears "

She said he wants to take her baby,
   Sitting in the hospital till five am.
Crying her beautiful brown eye's out,
   But doctors would pay no attention.
Doctor's said we couldn't go in,
   They had to keep her over night.
Feeling so heartbroken seeing her ly there,
   Praying to God please let her be alright.
Being so caught up on ecstacy,
   Feeling like there's not much i can do.
Feeling helpless that i can't reach out to you,
   That i couldn't be by your side to protect you.
I told her don't cry,
   She's a good mother he see's.
That the stuff he's put you through,
   The parent you are he can't compete.
We'll fight because what we feel is right,
   Were very strong and still surviving.
We love and we love with all our hearts,
   We see a problem were quick to recognize it.
We've been through hell and back,
   But us women will never give up.
Cause well fight now and we will later,
  That's why for us women we have respect and love.
No mama no one said it was easy,
   An angel fell out of the sky and named her Elizabeth.
Blessed her with so many talent's,
   Giving her unconditional love within.
A rare and beautiful blessing,
   A women who's corazon is as golden as heavens gates.
A women who would give to the whole world,
   And not ask to give back what she gives or takes.
An independant  strong surviving mother of more then five,
   Who can touch your heart with just a lullaby.

Sharing the world to make sure your ok,
   Was that shoulder for anyone to cry.
Lent her sympethetic ear to listen,
   Craves to better everyone around.
Successful in everything she does,
  Today on that day my angel was found.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Storm Has Come

Katrina is a sweet soft spoken name
with hurricane in front of it 
it is no game
it wrecked havoc on a state and city
causing other's to pity
those that were caught up in the flood
and killed right where they stood
some paralyzed by fear
other's helping those that were near
a son who saved a whole family
a lost child looking for their mother
a mother who was reunited with her brother
two cities torn apart
touching millions across the nation tugging at the strings of their heart
I send my prayers to those who fell victim to that horrendous hurricane
believe me I know that you experienced pain
may GOD be with you through your time of need
HE is your provider and keeper indeed


Details | I do not know? | |

Mommy I am Ok

I know I am your lil girl mommy
Always have and always will be
But I am sitting here in Heavan
God is taking care of me

So dry up those tears mommy
And dont blame God
For God Had nothing to gain
He just took away my pain

I know you feel lost mommy
But please know I am O.K
For God is holding me in his arms mommy
And we are watching over you .....OK

So dry up those tears mommy
And don't blame God
For God had nothing to gain
He just took away my pain

Mommy I want you to be happy
I want you to love again & not shut out the world
So after your done being sappy mommy
Go out and find love again

So dry up those tears mommy
And don't blame God
For God had nothing to gain
He just took away my pain

When you see a flash of light mommy
It will always be me
For God is letting me be your angel mommy
And he's helping wach over you for me

So dry up those tears mommy
And don't blame God
For God had nothing to gain
He just took away my pain

So please dry up those tears mommy
And dont blame God
For he just took away my pain
and he's helping watch over you for me.....Ok


Details | Free verse | |

Mother Loves To Give {Seven By Seven}

                                   went to bed one stormy night
                                  woke up shaking in such fright
                                  was a woman standing there
                                  stroking curling  woven hair
                                  called for dog to jump in bed
                                  all he did was hung his head
                                  mother loves to give me scares









In Loving Memory
    Of Mom
{1934-2005}


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Ballad | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

In Golden Slumber

In Golden Slumber she lies,
Tears of sadness fill our eyes.
We know this is not what she wanted,
Such a great person that she was,
Her love never taunted,
As if it came from above.
She is resting now,
Enjoying her peace,
Such a long time coming,
She is now at ease.
So be happy for her,
For she is with God ,
Her pain no longer,
She lives within our hearts.


Details | I do not know? | |

Alright

I wanted to let you know 
That I made it here, that night
I know you don’t understand
Because the time just wasn’t right

There were so many things,
Things I wanted to do
But for the time I spent here on earth
I’m so thankful I had a family like you

You all taught me well
You showed me so much love
If ever you need me
I’m watching you from above

Just before my time had come
My thought were filled with you
But I wasn’t all alone, mom
The Lord was right there, too

So although it ended to soon
And things won’t seem the same
Look for me when it’s cloudy
I’m helping God pour out the rain

Love Carlie


Details | Rhyme | |

My Deepest Sympathies

The words wont come,
To express how I feel.
My sadness is true,
It is so real.
Why at a time like this,
When there is someone,
You will miss,
Is there no perfect words?
Words to comfort,
Words to show love,
Words that come from above.
My grieving is real.
You know how I feel.
It just doesn’t seem enough.
You have my thoughts,
You have my heart,
You have my love,
My soul, never to part.
I am with you,
In every way I can.
I didn’t know her,
No, not at all,
But I loved her,
As you recall,
And I will miss her,
With each day through.
My deepest sympathies,
May God bless you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Suicidal

Sitting beside the water, Underneath one of the stars.
Everybody watches him as they drive by in their cars.
Tear-filled eyes sits this troubled child.
His heart is sad his mind gone wild.
With no one to comfort him, alone he sits in sorrow;
Hoping his problems will be gone away tomorrow.
And while he waits a tear falls down, rolls off his leg and drops to the ground.
His body is aching, his eyes are red
He has this sharp pain in the center of his head.
He thinks back on life and all the things he didn't do;
And while he thinks he pulls out a .22!
With the gun to his head he cries one last cry;
As he thinks how good It will be for him to die!
The trigger gets pulled back and so does his life.
With just one shot he ended all his pain and strife!!!
He didn't stop to think who might be hurt;
As they watch his body being carried to the dirt.
All he could see was the bad in life and all the people who didn't care.
How his mother hated him because he was a painful reminder of the father who 
was no longer there.
How he was constantly bullied and picked on at school.
Or how the only girl he ever loved played him for a complete fool.
Tears, pain ,love, strain;
Lots of lose no gain!!!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

missing you

Miss you how can I explain.
A son’s love for his mother nothing can replace.
To hug you   tell you how much I care.
 Gently kissed your face holding you hand as you took your last breath. 
You slowly faded away no more words, thoughts to share.
What wasn't done today there was always tomorrow Momma I will call you Be up next week.
My time ran out no time left but to miss you. The years slowly ticked by and when I am sad
in despair I know you are by my side.
When I was a boy and had bad dreams my screams wake you from your sleep you hold my hand
till I went to sleep.
Momma are you lonely? Is it cold where you are? Does the darkness scare you .Do you feel
me missing you? 
Miss you tomorrow   miss you today but nothing ever takes the hurt away Memories tattooed
on my mind. Fore ever to the end of time.
Don’t worry momma, I haven’t forgotten about you. Cause I still miss you.


Details | Free verse | |

My Rocks

Most of the vile mistakes I have made throughout my life-
Were caused by my lack of desire to listen,
My lack of hearing your words of guidance
You have been with me through my ignorance-
Through the most arduous times of my existence
My regrets are many-
For I never once made time to rest upon you
You are my rocks.
When daunting times consumed us
You never once tested my might-
You only veiled me from the storms that occur throughout life
Admiration I have never dared show,
Though it exists within the confines of my heart-
As well as respect
I never desired to cause hardship and suffering
My heart slips away sometimes allowing only my mind to take over-
A dreadfully unwell mind
I must express my regret
For the strenuous periods I have caused you to undergo
All I needed was to take the time to rest upon you
You-
My rocks.


Details | Elegy | |

A Night In December

A day she wouldn't like to remember
Year 2002, 15th of December,
A day she can't forget.
The party that will be talked about for years,
A night that ended good for everyone
For Blair, her night ended in tears.

That night she tried her first drink
6 shots of vodka later she's puking in the sink,
16 years old, yes I know she's young.
James 22, he didn't he didn't care about age,
Blair's drunk, but with sex he still wanted to engage.

James led her to a room and turned the light down low
He reacted with rage when Blair said "no",
I wish no one else will experience that kind of pain.
Blair's now 17, but James still stalk her dreams,
He's not completely out of her life, little Amanda came from his seed.

Now Blair's 31, Amanda's 13 years old
Only through my words her story can be told,
She never wants to relive that night in December,
A night she can't forget
And never wants to remember.